Bugs || Malia Tate

18. Utter Bullshit

Bugs Stilinski never believed in true love like his brother, the concept always seemed like a perfect myth. It just wasn't possible.

He thought the whole idea of falling for someone mind and body was a complete fraud, and calling them home was utter bullshit.

Of course that was all before he had tasted the soft lips of Malia Tate and remembered the she was his reality and not just a dream. He never believed that someone's touch could soothe the darkest of his thoughts until her small palms rubbed smooth circles against his own flesh. No, Bugs never believed that someone could be called home until it was the middle of the night and he woke up doused in sweat and she was there. Her soft exhales would touch his skin as her body once against shifted to fit his and that would be that, he would remember that indeed someone could be called home. Because no one fit exactly like Malia did with him and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He realized this the morning after everything had happened, sitting in bed with Malia as her bare shoulder poked out of the sheets they both were under. His fingers playing with her long brown hair as Malia's sleeping form just laid with him, one of her bare legs and arms wrapped over his body while her slow breaths touched his bare chest.

Bugs knew there was probably a million to one question needed to be answered and even though the Deadpool was done it didn't mean for him everything else had stopped. He knew Scott and Stiles would be even more relentless to figure out just what had happened to him and eventually everyone else including Malia would find out.

Bugs however could give less of a shit as he laid perfectly comfortable with his girlfriend next to him, knowing no one was out to get her or the people he loved the most. He felt happy for once.

In fact, he didn't even want to get up. Which is precisely the moment Malia's head lifted, her soft hair falling over her shoulders as brown eyes bore into green ones with slight determination. "You know we have to get up right? We can't just lay in bed all day. And someone should go wake up Stiles, he's still snoring. You've got an early practice for tomorrow's game."

Her arm held the rest of her body up as she turned to look at him over her shoulder, daring him to not answer. Instead the eldest Stilinski twin simply smiled brightly at her, pulling both arms behind his chest as he stared at her. "You know, I could honestly give a fuck about a lacrosse game. I just want to lay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend, fuck her, and get something to eat and then probably do it all over again."

Malia raised an eyebrow at him, a grin escaping her perfect pout as Bugs looked at her questioningly. The brunette beauty sighed heavily before lifting herself. Bugs facial expression turned to one of confusion as Malia balance on the bed until she stood atop it, setting one foot between his still laying body as she stared down at him. Her arms crossed over one another as she pronounced every word slowly, "we need to go. And as appealing as you made it sound Bugs Bunny... I really need to graduate and Stiles really needs to get better at Lacrosse. So let's go. We can do all that afterwards, promise."

Bugs stared up at her, marveling over her long legs as his favorite Flash t-shirt just barely covered the top of her thighs. He licked his lips as he made one decision, thinking over his past words. The boys hands wrapped around Malia's knees, pushing them down until she was sitting over his lap. The girl letting out a small huff of protest before Bugs was wrapping his pal over one side of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.

"What are you doing?" Malia questioned, distracted by his hand at her thigh and the other brushing her lips. The sensation of tingles from his palms making her hum in excitement as she laid her head against his palm. He quickly brought her head to tap against his, Malia's long brown hair masking their faces from the illuminated room.