Teen Wolf one-shots

Intimate Moments

~ Part two of A mother's secret, a son's quest and unforgotten love ~

For those who want to read, ignore the paragraph in bold.

There is mature stuff in this and not much of any of the mother's letter and finding what she wanted him too. This is mainly Isaac and Jackson making up for lost time. If you don't feel comfortable reading it, basically Isaac and Jackson being all couple-y they were interrupted then got down with it. 

The next morning, Jackson woke up first. He looked down at Isaac who hadn't moved his head, still on Jacksons chest, his dirty blonde curls messy and in every direction. 

He laid there watching Isaac sleep, glad he hadn't dreamt the night before that Isaac really was in his arms, in his bed. 

Jackson ran his fingers through Isaac's curls as he stirred, making him hum contently.

"That's a great way to wake up." Isaac mumbled sleepily against Jacksons chest. 

Isaac lifted his head to look up at Jackson, who smiled down at him.

"Hungry?" Jackson asked and Isaac shook his head, but not even a second later his stomach rumbled, sending the two into a fit of laughter. 

"Alright, Issy, let's get you some food." Jackson said, making a move to sit up but being stopped by Isaac who shoved his head into Jacksons chest. 

"Just a little longer." Isaac spoke into his chest, and Jackson couldn't help but smile. 

"Jackie. I really am sorry I left you. They wouldn't let me tell you anything." Isaac whispered. 

"I know Issy. I know. Still hurt though." Jackson said, rubbing his hand in small, slow circles on Isaacs back. 

After a moment of silence, Jackson patted Isaacs back gently. "Where did they take you?" he asked, genuinely curious. 

"Paris." Isaac replied simply. 

"Wait, like France Paris?" Jackson asked Isaac, and Isaac nodded. 

"Yeah, they found a place in Paris, a nice couple who couldn't have kids. When they heard about me, they instantly agreed. The first year I was there they taught me to speak fluent French, the year after that they put me into school." Isaac informed, smiling at the thought of his parents. 

"You miss them, don't you?" Jackson asked, already knowing the answer when Isaac nodded a reply. 

"Are you ready to get up now? Because I'm getting hungry too." Jackson said, feeling Isaac laughing against him. 

Isaac rolled over and let Jackson stand up, but he didn't make any other indication of moving. 

"I'm not carrying you, Isaac." Jackson said sternly, walking toward the door. Isaac got up and stopped him before he could open the door. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Isaac said, and Jackson looked up at him confused. 

"To make us food dumbass." Jackson said, trying to reach for the door again when Isaac grabbed his wrists and held them together with one hand above Jacksons head against the door. 

"Not hungry any more?" Jackson asked, looking up at Isaacs crystal blue eyes. 

"I am." Isaac said before crashing his lips into Jacksons. Jackson got over the shock and deepened the kiss, freeing his hands and flipping them so that Isaac was against the door. 

Jackson pulled away from the kiss and pulled Isaac in by his waist. "you're not winning this." he said, and Isaac laughed.

"Oh, Jackson, j'ai déjà gagné." Isaac said in French his accent, sending a shiver down Jacksons spine and butterflies burst in his stomach.