Beyond My Power

five. really, platonic?

"Alright, I am all set, Stiles." Emily announced when she returned to his bedroom 6 minutes later. It wasn't the cliché scenario of'boy is not wearing a shirt when the girl returns to his humble abode'; he was on the edge on his bed in a lovely pair of plaid pajama pants and a plain grey shirt. This, by the way, did show off his back muscles when he subtly flexed.

"Er, yeah." He nodded, eyes meeting hers, not lingering a moment longer on her short and curvaceous frame. "You can take the bed."

Emily frowned. "I'll rest on the couch downstairs." Stiles instantly shook his head but she continued to politely decline. "Stiles. You've given me food, clothes, shelter and comfort – I won't be taking your bed for the night too."

"Emily, come on," He whined, bringing out hand gestures. "I'm trying to be a gentleman here."

"You have been. All night." She countered.

"Therefore I will finish the night with this final act of kindness. Get in the bed." He demanded. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realised how bad it sounded in that tone and manner. "Sorry. I mean- please," He sighed, "I would be more than happy to lend you my comfy mattress for the night. You are my guest, in my house."

Emily crossed her arms over her chest and he copied her stance. "Stiles." She warned. "Don't make me use your real name."

Stiles frowned before thinking back to their earlier conversations, "I-I never told you my real name – how did you find out my real name?"

"There's a framed certificate hanging further down the hall." She stated, "I must say I am impressed – 2nd in a swimming gala at 7 years old."

Stiles' posture straightened - of course, she wasn't lying. His mother, Claudia, had been so proud of her son that she had framed it in her best golden frame and hung it up, that was before she became ill. But due to her wish of putting it on show, the Stilinski boys kept it on display. Knowing full well that Stiles' first name - his real name - was printed on the certificate in bold cursive letters.

"I'll use your full name if you use mine. Ever." He raised a brow.

Emily sighed, "I'm not getting in your bed, Mie-"

"Amelius!" Stiles shouted over her, drowning out the sound of his own name which he loathed. Emily shook her head and just laid on the floor. After a moment of silence, "So you're going to sleep on the hard floor without a cover or pillows?" Stiles peered down and questioned with a smirk.

"If I have to." She shrugged awkwardly. "I could just wear my clothes over these." She rolled onto her side facing Stiles' computer desk, away from him.

"Okay, okay. I'll make you a deal." Stiles offered, finally.

"And what is it?" She spoke up.

"I'll take the bed, if you sleep in there with me." His face contorted with how quickly she immediately spun over to face him with a skeptical look on her face. "Completely platonic, no contact whatsoever." He added to save his backside.

"Platonic." She repeated, before getting to her feet. "Are you sure you can handle that, Stilinski?" She teased, standing from the floor, then swayed her hips as she walked over to the left side of the bed. The girl paused when she saw his stunned expression. "I was being comical, or intending to. Don't worry about it, Stiles." She pointed to the bed, "Do you have a preferred side to which you lay on?"

Stiles inwardly groaned and scratched the back of his neck. "Oh. I didn't think about that, actually."

"What's wrong?" Emily queried.

Stiles narrowed his eyes cautiously, "I always sleep in the middle of the bed."

Emily cocked her head, "I don't mean to sound selfish but you don't anymore. Come on." She slide under the covers on the left side and patted the space beside her, signalling for him to follow. Which he did.

"Alright," He exhaled, reaching over the bedside table to switch his lamp off. "Okay." Stiles laid flat against the pillow whilst Emily was turned on her side facing the wall, eyes open. He then started shuffling anxiously, irritably and uncomfortably. Grunting a couple times before coming to a stop and sighing.

"Are you content with your position yet?" The female asked.

The male licked his lips nervously, "Not really."

Emily turned to face him, "It's me, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't be in your bed." She rushed to sit up and stand from the bed but his hand caught her wrist quickly and easily in the dark.

"No! No, um, I usually hug my pillow and sleep in the middle of the bed but they are all in use and that can't be helped now." He shook his head, annoyed by his own constant fidgeting.

She laid back down beside him again and nodded, "Yes, it can."

Stiles' brows furrowed. "Huh?"

"Hug me like your pillow." She suggested.

Stiles' jaw dropped at the thought of it and his neck snapped in her direction only to see the moonlight stream through a gap in the curtains and hit her flawless skin. "Really? L-like a proper hug."

She chuckled, "Yes, Stiles. Go ahead and do whatever makes you happy." At that point, Stiles had to rid the quite passionate thoughts that were close to wondering around in his mind. He turned on his side and hesitantly raised a hand. "It's alright, Stiles. I won't bite."

"I know. I just...haven't really held a girl close to me before unless it's in the face of death." Stiles chuckled humorlessly.

"Well, try not to think about it too much. You don't want to start so early on the Adderall today." Considering it was now 12:43am.

Stiles breathed out an 'okay' before resting a hand on her stomach as she laid, staring straight at the ceiling of the room. He didn't seem to move; one, because it would be too much of an intimate move and two, because he coudln't decipher where the shirt ended and the gym shorts started.

"Is this okay, Stiles?" Her voice came out as a whisper with her eyes shut.

"Can you, by any chance, turn on your side?" His voice rose with hope.

Emily didn't even think about it. "Which side?"

"Whichever way you'd like." He replied softly, watching her with an intense stare. And she simply did. Emily shuffled and turned to face the wall, avoiding the ray of light from the moon.

"Now what happens?" Emily asked, quietly. Stiles' hand had a mind of its own when it suddenly added pressure and pulled her flush against his front. The supernatural being let out a squeak in surprise when she was moved along the bed a couple of centimeters and the hyperactive male uttered another husky apology before he adjusted and pulled the cover over their bodies completely.

His neck inched forward but not a lot to invade her head space. "Thanks." She relaxed once she knew Stiles was too, behind her with his breaths brushing past her ear and down her spine. "Goodnight, Emily." He mumbled into her ear, feeling himself fall more into a slumber each second.

"Goodnight, Stiles." With that she laid her hand on top of his that was wrapped around her waist and her eyes fluttered closed, drifting off to the sound of Stiles' soft snores.