The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S3b : Chapter Thirty-three

ELENA'S POV :

After the little incident earlier we went straight home, not wanting to make things worse. Stiles came to join me at my place after school.

"She almost killed her ?"

"She would have shoot her in the head. I swear, she seemed completely elsewhere. On another planet. It was scary. She told us she saw her aunt."

"Scott sees himself transformed and he sometimes has trouble controlling himself," Stiles tells me. "His claws come out on their own, his eyes shine without him noticing."

"And you, nightmares and sleep paralysis."

He sighs. "Yeah. And that's not all."

"What ?"

He seems lost for a moment, staring into space.

"I can't tell my dreams from reality anymore."

I straighten up, sitting on the couch.

"You know," he continues, "to know if you're in a dream, you just have to read. You can't do it when you're asleep. And lately, I..."

"You can't read anymore."

He nods and continues. "I can't put the letters in the right order."

I look at him with compassion for a moment before sighing as I collapse on the couch. I am completely helpless in the face of the situation.

"Hey, what's wrong ?" he asks me.

"Nothing. I just feel completely useless and I hate it. I tried to fix things with Allison and as a result... Lydia could have died."

"It wasn't your fault," he assures me. He tilts my head up with his index finger so that I look him in the eye. "Okay ? You have nothing to reproach yourself for."

I smile at him. "I'm the one who's supposed to reassure you about what you're going through. Not the other way around."

"We look out for each other," he smiles.

I nod in agreement and whisper "I love you."

He smiles and kisses me. "I love you too."

*🍋*

He places his lips on mine once more, moving them in rhythm. He asks for access to my tongue and I gladly give him. We start a wild dance and his hands wander over my body while mine place themselves on the back of his neck. He pulls me closer to him and I wrap my legs around his waist. He straightens us up and leads us backwards to the steps. We run up the stairs four at a time to my room. He looks at me intensely before continuing to kiss me. He makes me back up until I reach my desk. He lifts me up by sliding his hands under my thighs to sit on them. His kisses go down my jaw and then to my neck and I feel him nibble and suck on my skin as I let a few sighs of pleasure escape me. I slide my hands under his t-shirt, caressing his chest. I remove it and pull Stiles closer to me to return to kiss him. It doesn't last long as he removes my top which quickly ends up on the floor with the rest of our clothes. He lifts me up and places me delicately on the bed. I arch my back so that he has access to the hook of my bra which he quickly unfastens. His kisses go down to my chest, which draws a few moans from me.