Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 5: Catching Dreams with Honey

Stiles whined as someone pulled the duvet off of him, " Nooooooooo ", he whined pawing at the edge, as he tried to curve under the duvet he still had on him. "Allleeeeyyyy", he cried as he spied his cousin wearing a Cheshire grin.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!!!"

"I'm up. I'm up. Oh My God!!! You're evil!!!" he glared at her.

"Wolfy! Wake up! Aunt El, mentioned you woke up early enough to give a cock a complex, but here I find you snuggling under the duvet and your blankie, like a babe", she pouted.

"I woke up early, walked around came back and fell asleep. Go away!!!" he whined pouting at her.

"Nope", she shook her head, "Come on, its El's last day in Watford, let's go, one day of sightseeing, stocking up on our favorites, before it's communing with nature and staring at endless skies", she pulled at his arm, all but pulling him out of the bed.

"Okay!" Stiles growled, "Go, wait for me in the lobby, I'm gonna take a quick shower, see you in an hour? Okay?" he instructed.

"Fine", Alice relented, "One hour only", she warned, "If you're not ready by then, I'll come back, and be a real pain in the ass, watch me!" she promised and kissed him on his forehead, "One hour, okay", she pulled back and pranced out of the room, "Don't take too long", she smiled brightly at him and skipped out of the room, and left him alone.

Stiles exhaled on a weary sigh, and smiled.

Swallowing, Stiles went through the motions of getting ready.

Stiles groaned, looks like he'd have to leave the warm bed after all, he sleep-walked to the ensuite bathroom, turned on the shower to the highest heat setting and stripped off his sweatpants, and reached for the mouthwash, he'd need to get a new toothbrush, for now he gargled with the Peppermint Listerine and brushed his teeth with the Blue-white striped Colgate and Hotel Toothbrush.

He peed in the toilet and almost fell back to sleep standing in the nude.

Flushing the toilet he stepped under the showerhead and twisted the knob, hot water poured out and he moaned in relief as the water eased previously tense muscles.

The way the water fell he woke up in increments, never let be said Stiles was never a morning person, he'd murder the person who'd insinuate he was a lazy person in the mornings, but waking up and starting the day was always exhausting if time for him wasn't available.

Looking up he reached for some body wash, and blinked at the label, "Huh", he almost laughed and then shrugged, "Totally unexpected", he laughed again and poured a liberal amount in his hand and started showering with intent, his hair had flaks of dry paint and he grabbed the shampoo relaxing at the combined scents from the shampoo and body wash merged together.

Something about the way his life had changed felt like dancing to a song, that had no rhythm and yet it had been fun. Good. Humming as he took his shower and odd sense of piece wafted over him.

Thirty minutes after he finished with Conditioner cleaned off as well, the water temperature changed from hot to Luke-warm, Stiles stepped out wrapping a towel round his midsection, and walked to the sink, he blinked at his reflection and smirked.

"Bailandos, eh?" he asked the reflection and grinned.

Walking back to the room, he walked his bags pulled up a pair of clean underwear (Jockey Boxer Briefs), and slipped back into his own jeans; he was just slipping into Derek's Black Henley when Elena stepped into the room.

"Going shopping?" she asked as he hummed affirmative.

"Something like that", he affirmed, and then walked to the dresser and styled his hair.