Drunk// Stiles

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Since Scott was a werewolf and couldn't get drunk, he was a loser. Just kidding, but he couldn't have much fun. So you and Stiles decided to go out to the middle of the woods and get drunk. 

He got turned down by Lydia...again. So you decided you needed a break. 

Stiles drove the jeep as you pulled the drinks out.

You traveled for a little over ten minutes, taking turns carrying the heavy cooler. 

You sat down on the log, around the fire that Stiles made. 

You opened one bottle of liquor, downing some of it, it burning the back of your throat. 

2 hours later, the both of you were wasted. You were laying beside Stiles, still drinking some liquor that Stiles handed you., the warmth of the fire making you sigh. 

"You know," he slurred. "I don't need girls."

You chuckled huskily, closing your eyes. You had a huge crush on Stiles, and being drunk seemed to heighten everything. 

"Not emerald green eyed, strawberry blonde haired, 5'3, and fair skin girls," he turned towards you. "Especially not those."

"You mean ones like Lydia?" You grinned.

"How'd you know?" he smirked. "You're so smart."

You suddenly felt the feeling to kiss him, I mean why not? You both were drunk anyways, he wouldn't remember it anyways. 

"What about me?" you smiled softly. "You like me?"

He nodded softly, staring into your eyes. 

Oh what the hell?

You leaned forward slamming your lips onto his, the taste of his liquor against yours. He pulled your face closer, your lips pressing harder against his.

He pulls you onto his lap in the straddling position, not breaking the kiss. 

He broke the kiss to take your shirt off, slipping his off along with yours.

You granted his tongue access into your mouth, him pulling his chest against yours. 

You both pulled back, out of breath, before stomping out the fire and running together to his jeep, where you finish what you previously started. 

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the fact that Stiles and I's ship name would be Starah which is one away from just being mine. -_-

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