Morning
I blink awake, eyes steadily regaining focus as my limbs stretch in the morning light. With a strangled groan I sit up looking around my room. I'm still in my bathing suit, yawning and blinking, slightly damp as well. I chuckle as I stand up, walk to my bathroom in my room and start to get into my shower. As I wait for the water to heat up I lean against the tiled wall, eyes closed and reminiscent of last night. I start to think about the party, and as if my mind received a jumpstart, my eyes shoot open at the reminder of what happened last night. In my room. On my floor. A high pitched squeak escapes my mouth at the realization. I blinked twice, and step into the shower. 'I can't believe that actually happened last night! What the actual fuck am I supposed to do now?! What if he doesn't remember? What if it was just a dream...nah that definitely wasn't a dream' I start to feel a tingling sensation after thinking about last night. I squeal a bit at the reminder of what he was saying to me last night. 'I can't believe Stiles and I really did something...'
As all of these thoughts and questions fly through my mind I continue cleaning myself off. I wash my face, brush my teeth, and get dressed. A dress, some lace bound lilac panties and some random socks are thrown on as I steadily go downstairs. Remembering that he is still here. I peak my head from around the corner and don't see anyone around. I check behind me and see nothing. I straighten up from my sleuth position. It's no surprise he's not up. My phone reads 12:24pm and I'm usually up before he is. I walk into the kitchen and grab myself some cereal. Eating, finishing and then getting bored and anxious waiting for Stiles to wake up, I decide to go check on him regardless. Walking into my parent's room there he is, spread out in a weird fashion on one side of the bed. I smile to myself at how chaotically at peace he looks. I sit next to him on the other side of the bed, and wait. I lay down eventually, playing a cat game on my phone when I'm pulled backwards by Stiles. I cover my mouth so the surprised squeal won't wake him. I'm stuck...again. I take advantage of this moment by letting him cuddle me as he murmurs jumbled nothings into my ear. After an hour passes by I can feel his body start to shift again. This has been the longest he's given me physical affection in months. I snuggle my body closer to his, pressing my body into his like a mold, eventually feeling his dick starting to harden and suddenly I remember that movement triggers it. I stay still and return to my game, just enjoying what I have now. This doesn't stop him though, as his unconscious mind starts up again. "Ohhhh...." He muttered. "Y/N/N...I'm sorry." He says at a lower tone. I turn to look and he's very much still asleep. I try to turn him onto his back. My brain racing with what he could possibly be dreaming. While trying to push him back, one arm on his chest and other holding me up, he pulls me with him, leg's straddling his hips yet again. Both hands planted on his chest, my face turns a fiery red and eyes as wide as dinner plates. He pulls down lightly on my hips, and I go to shift, laying on his chest, holding back the urge to wake him up and ride him until the sun sets. His arms wrap around my torso, pulling me in tighter. I'm still confused about yesterday, and I have some semblance of trust for him. He'll need to explain, but for now, after a while, I start to drift to sleep.
Stiles POV
I'm riding on a horse, going as fast as possible to get to the tower. Climbing the cobblestone of this cold world, reaching for the warmth in the tower, ice following behind me quickly I'm suddenly pulled in. Standing and looking around, I don't see anything but darkness. It's warm and I feel the light coming in from the outside on my back. "Hello?" A small hand reaches out from the darkness. "Hi, I'm looking for someone? A princess?" I speak to the hand, it retreats back to the darkness before I can even shout for it to not leave out steps a beautiful light. A body of pure love. With a cute head tilt, and a finger pointing at itself, I stutter to find my words. "Y-y-you, um, heh, you a-are the uh-m.." I stop, taking in a deep breath and closing my eyes I restart my sentence, "You are the princess of this tower?" I peak my right eye open and see the light filled body nodding its head...her head? The body is curved in a certain way, reminiscent of a shape I know. My train of thought is broken by the light walking towards me with a questioning look. "I-I am Stiles. Sir Stiles. I'm here to rescue you and save the world! I know that I'm but a mere uh stranger, but uh, y-you're my only hope princess!" I give my speech, bowing down to the princess. She looks to the right, a mirror there reflecting her gaze. Returning it to me my eyes cannot look away at the beauty of this being as she slowly makes her way to me. Clumsily leaning down to me, loosing her ethereal like balance, she looks into my eyes. I can't look away, the entirety of her is what I need. She is what I came here for. A soft "y/n" is heard from her, an "Ohhhh..." from me, her fingers grasping my chin, and I'm leaning toward her loosing my balance, I fall on top of her, my face inches from hers and I look into her eyes, twinkling in a shade of E/C I've never seen. "Sorry, Y/N...." I say softly, meaning it but afraid to speak to loud. She blinks once, twice, three times before she starts to erupt in a fit of laughter. The more she laughs the brighter the room becomes. I can't help but laugh as well. Her joy and laughter forcing the golden shell of light around her fluid body to melt away into the new being underneath. Golden flecks in her eyes as the rest from her body escape into the world. Looking out the window seeing the world melt into the same beautiful light. No more cold, no more ice. Just joyous laughter spreading throughout the world as Y/N is still beneath me, giggling away. Her new form fully shines through. No semblance of cold or darkness anywhere. "Sir Stiles..." she calls out. Her smile just as bright as before. "Stiles, you can just call me...Stiles" I softly say. I begin to climb off of her from this straddling position, but she pulls me down into a crushing, loving hug. With an "oof" I'm locked in her arms. "Stiles..." she trails out, in a whisper, "Will you leave now? Now that your world is saved. Will you leave?" I sigh at her slight trembling voice, wrapping my arms under her form and pulling her towards me. "Y/N, I could never leave someone so beautiful, so raw in emotion. I want nothing more than to take you with me, to love you till the end of time. Until my molecules no longer exist. Until the universe folds in and implodes and yet I will find you again. Through the love of the tumultuous sea as rough as a sailor would have to sail to love such a beautiful act of nature such as yourself. I will take you with me where ever I go. Today you are in my arms and from the moment I was born you were in my heart. I've never loved someone as much as you." I say breathlessly. I've never spoken this way, but it feels true. I feel something warm yet wet on my cheek that's in the crook of her neck. I look up to her face, "oh y/n, why are you crying? You're even beautiful when doing such a sad act...what could be wrong?" It's like someone organized my thoughts and allowed them to come out in such a manner. "If you love me," Y/N replies, "then tell me. Stiles. You need to tell me Stiles. Stiles. You need to tell me Stiles. Stiles. You need to tell me Stiles. Stiles. You need to tell me Stiles. Stiles. You need to tell me Stiles." I stumble off of her, bringing her into my arms. She's stuttering the same sentence over and over like a broken record. Everything around us starts to morph into a painting. And the walls collapse to the floor and suddenly I'm I a white void. She stands, still saying the phrase, a blank stare on her face as she turns to run. I chase after her, and stumble to reach her. She runs to an even brighter light. Not golden like her, but bright. I jump to grasp at her fingers and they touch barely before I'm woken up.
