misunderstood | stiles stilinski

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Let's get you home." I mumbled against Stiles chest and he let go of our embrace. He quickly talked to Scott and Isaac for a moment before joining me in the Jeep. "Please don't ever do that again." I said looking at him while he drove towards his house. He reached out his hand I took it in mine.

"I'm sorry if I scared you or anything but he just...he deserved a punch for what he said...and did." I squeezed his hand lightly before responding.

"You didn't scare me, I was just scared for you, I don't want you to get hurt Stiles." He looked over at me and raised our hands up to his mouth kissing the back of mine.

"I don't want you to get hurt either. And I mean also emotionally and if someone offends you he will get to know me." I laughed at that, Stiles wasn't really convincing with this badass behaviour but it was cute.

"Ryan is just stupid. His words made absolutly no sense and they didn't offend me."

"I don't care he still deserved it."

"He did indeed."

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"Hold still Stiles you got yourself into this so now you'll have to live with the consequences." I grabbed his chin trying to doctor his wound but he kept on flinching.

"It's okay Claire you don't have to..."

"Shh!" I interrupted him and he finally kept his head still. When I was finished I put all the stuff I used back to where I got it from and threw the trash away before laying down with Stiles. He had his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest. We just lay there like that in silence. It was a comfortable silence though. We enjoyed each others company while reliving the events of the day. Well that's what I did.

"You wanna stay over or should I drive you home?" Stiles suddenly asked.

"I guess I'll stay over if you don't mind." It's not like we haven't spent the night together before. The last time was quite some time ago but did that matter? Or did it matter that we weren't alone? That his Dad was sleeping a couple of rooms down the hallway? I don't think so.

"I don't mind at all. I'll pick out some clothes for you." He got up from his bed and searched through his closet tossing me a shirt and some sweat pants. I thanked him and went to the bathroom. I changed quickly and wanted to brush my teeth when I remembered that I didn't have a toothbrush. There was a light knock on the door and I opened it to reveal Stiles, he had also changed into a different shirt and sweatpants.

"I love it when you wear my clothes." He stated making me blush.

"Uh, do you have a toothbrush for me?" I didn't reply to his comment, simply because I didn't know what I should say.

"Yeah sure, one sec." He crouched down and opened one of the cabinets beneath the sink and handed me a new toothbrush. "You can use my toothpaste." With that he reached for a tube of toothpaste and gave it to me.

"Thanks." I started brushing my teeth while Stiles looked at me through the mirror. Suddenly his hands grabbed my hips, his head dipping down to my neck and he started kissing it making me giggle. I was highly ticklish at my neck. When he ran his tongue over my neck I pulled up my shoulder involuntarily. "Phtiles." I tried talking with my mouth full of toothpaste. He just laughed and wrapped his arms completely around my waist and continued kissing my neck. His actions not only made me laugh because I was ticklish, but they also made butterflies erupt in my stomach. It was a weird feeling when he did that but I loved it anyways. I actually loved almost everything Stiles did, especially when it included touching me. When I was done I turned around in his arms. He had a goofy grin on his face and it was the most adorable thing.

"Stiles?"

"Hm?"I wanted to ask him what we were. That question is kind of overused but I don't know how to make things clear between us. But when he looked at me with his hazel eyes expectantly I couldn't bring myself to ask. What if he liked our relationship the way it was? We never talked about being together, we just said we wanted to take things slow. That doesn't necessarily mean that we'll end up together right? And I know he said he may be in love with me but he wasn't sure, maybe he thought differently now. I just couldn't bring up the courage to ask the question that's been bugging me for the past couple of weeks.

"Thanks for being my hero." My words made Stiles blush slightly and he smiled his smile where the corners of his mouth went down but it was still a smile. I don't know how that worked exactly, but Stiles mostly smiled like this when he was proud.

"I'm not a hero." He looked down on the floor but he was still smiling.

"Yes, you are. You've already saved me from Ryan multiple times... Isn't that what heroes do? Saving damsels in distress?" He looked up at me again and I kissed the corner of his mouth. I didn't want to hurt him. He didn't answer me so I left the bathroom and snuggled up in Stiles bed waiting for him until he was ready. A couple minutes later the bed dipped down and I opened my eyes to Stiles laying next to me his arms spread open for me to cuddle inside. I nestled myself into his side and Stiles turned off the light while I draped my arm around his torso. He pulled me closer so my head was laying on his chest. Kissing my head he reached for my hand that was now laying on his stomach entwining our fingers.

"Goodnight Claire."

"Goodnight Stiles."

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