[warning: striping of clothes, talk of morning wood, not much else...]
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You were at Stiles house. You both had finished your homework after a very exhausting day at school and were ready for bed.
After you did your nightly routine, you got into bed, with Stiles cuddled up behind you.
The sound of Stiles sniffing in air, getting a whiff of your clean hair,
"Mm, this is nice." Stiles hummed out, his chest vibrating against your back.
"Yeah it is." You sighed happily. --- It was hot, too hot.
'Was it this hot before I got into bed?' You thought to yourself with a frown.
You thought about it more, realising Stiles was the one radiating his heat onto you.
It was like he was a giant heater, not that you didn't mind it in Winter when you needed the warmth most but it now being Spring, heat was definitely not what you wanted.
You listened for Stiles breathing, if it was slow it usually meant he was asleep, but it wasn't. So this was going to be hard for you to do this unsuspected.
Soon enough you gave in, "I can't do this any longer." You said frustrated, sitting up to rid your pants from your body.
"W-what are you doing?" Stiles asked a little bit flustered at the site of you taking off your pants, getting a peek of your underwear.
You rolled your eyes at him, "This has nothing to do with that." knowing what he was thinking.
"Then what are you doing?" He questioned again.
"Taking my pants off, DUH." You replied with sass,
"Why?"
"Because I can't sleep with pants on." You stated.
"But you've slept with pants on when you have been over before?" Stiles quizzed once again.
"Nope. Haven't since I was a kid, and I usually wait until you're asleep to take them off. So, no pants." You said as you plopped your pants on the floor, next to the bed.
"Since you were a kid?"
"Stiles I'm really tired-" You said adjusting the comforter to cover your bare legs.
Stiles worriedly cut you off, "How come you didn't tell me about this? You wouldn't have had to wait until I slept to-"
"Stiles." You cut him off. "It's been a really long day and I'm not in the mood to talk about this. Can we talk about it in the morning?,"
