No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 11

Malia's POV

Making out with Stiles had just gotten a lot harder.

Usually, they had an entire motel room to themselves. Not that they went any farther than making out, just sometimes it was nice to kiss the person you like in peace.

I wasn't sure how many times Scott would walk out of the washroom and find me forcing Stiles' lips to mine. At first he would be flustered and run back into the washroom, muttering out a quick 'sorry!' But now he would just groan in frustration and lay down on the bed (that was if Stiles and I weren't already in it)

"Jesus Christ you two, I hate to think what you guys were like before I came along." Scott snaps, waving his hand in the air in frustration. I felt Stiles pull away from me and I sighed, already missing his warmth.

"Shut up, you were dating a cop. Any augment you have is invalid." Stiles responded before starting to pack up his backpack.

"Your making out with a criminal." Scott mutters before Stiles rolls his eyes.

"And your best friends with one."

I couldn't help but notice the joy that crossed Scott's face when Stiles had said 'best friend.' In fact I was happy Stiles had said that, after a week of traveling with the two fighting, seeing them rejoining was... Refreshing.

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"And who do you think you are?" Stiles snarled, as I kept my hand planted on his chest. Keeping him from attack Scott who was cowering in the corner. "You made me pay you to help me? Who the hell does that to their 'best friend'"

"Stiles, calm down, please!" I say but Stiles' eyes are clouded over with anger.

"WHERE WERE YOU SCOTT? HUH? I WAS BROKEN AND YOU BELIEVED THEM." Stiles is screaming by this point and Scott just takes it. For a second I was scared he was going to break from my grasp so I did what I thought was best.

I punched him.

Stiles quickly snapped out of his faze stumbling away from me, but he doesn't stop stalking on the other side of the room. Holding his nose of course.

"My god Malia." He hisses, but I just made sure he stayed on his side of the room.

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Anyways, I snap out of my daydream when Stiles is talking my hand and leading my out of the door.

"Hurry up Scott! Or else I'm leaving you for dead!" Stiles shouts over me and I hear a faint groan as Scott pushes himself off the bed.

"Damn it Stiles, I'm tired." He grumbled, pushing past us and running a hand threw his terribly messy puppy hair. That's what Scott McCall was, a puppy.

A smile found a way on my face as the thought musters in my mind, the fox, the coyote and the puppy. That was our small pack. 

"Oh baby!" I hear Stiles yell and for a second I think he's talking to me. But I watch as he runs over to the despicable blue jeep resting in the parking lot. "Roscoe! Darling I'll never leave you again I promise."

"Did you do this?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and glancing over to Scott who has a smirk on his face.

"Totally, finally got the thing out of compound. It's legally mine I guess, but it'll always be Stiles'." He snorts and starts walking over to his friend who's still weeping over his long lost car. I too, join Scott over towards Stiles and pull him off the car.

"Come on lover boy, we need to get going." I say fighting down the smile that threatens to split across my face. At the moment I was in joy, or as much joy a criminal running from the cops can be. Stiles was happy, we were happy together, whatever we were. And Scott wasn't so bad after all.

But I still couldn't shake the feeling of a small dread filling my gut, what's going to happen when we make it to the wolf pack. Would Stiles leave me? Like everyone else who had said they cared for me, and I could only pray he would stay.

I sit in the back while Scott sits next to Stiles who's practically jumping up and down in his seat, a smile stretched to his ears and his eyes glowed with happiness.

"Ah, I'm sorry I was in other cars darling." I hear Stiles say, patting the sterling wheel causing me to roll my eyes.

"It's a car Stiles." I laugh but Stiles smirked.

"You missed it too." He says, glancing over me with his eyes twinkling with mischief.

A smile plastered on my face, "Yeah.."

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Stiles grabs my hips and pulls me to him, quickly slamming his lips on mine. I felt my eyes flutter closed as I leaned into the kiss and pull my hands up to his hair. Tangling them in it.

"Stiles..." I whisper when we pulled away for breath. His eyes flutter open to meet mine as a cheeky grin crosses his face.

"Yes Mal." He hummed back as his hands slip under my shirt slightly.

"The hell was that for." I ask, placing both my hands on his cheeks. His eyes fall back to my lips as he grins wider.

"Because I wanted too-" He rushes out and slams us back into another passionate kiss. His hands grip tighter around my waist, as I felt my hands drop to his shirt and tug at it. We break apart for a second so I can rip his shirt off him and place my hands on his bare chest.

"Thought you said I was scrawny." He mummers, I could feel him smirk against my lips.

"I lied." I hiss back and I felt him pull away from me again.

"I have a question." He says softly, rubbing small circles on my back. I could feel my heart speed up, and for a second I was afraid Stiles could hear it.

"Yes?" I respond, my voice sounding more confident than I felt.

"I've been thinking, since I'm guessing you like me more than a partner in crime." He starts, his eyes shifting back and forth, searching mine. "I was wondering if you'd like us to be a... Serious thing. Like dating thing." Now he seems nervous, his face paling slightly. But a small smile cracks across my lips and at the moment I was so glad Scott was out getting food.

"Obviously." I laugh before pulling his lips back to mine.

Author Note - Omg I've never written a in depth make out scene like that before. I hope it wasn't too bad :0
But or babies are official now! WHOOO!
Was it too fast? Or are you happy?
Love you ya cuties :3