Hypervigilance {Stiles Stilinski Book Three}

Chapter 1

It's been a few weeks since defeating the nogitsune. Isaac and Chris went off to France because they couldn't stand to live in Beacon Hills without Allison. She did have a funeral before they left.

Everyone was not as accepting as Stiles after I turned my humanity back on. I understand that it is going to take some time to regain their trust. I said some very terrible things to all of them and now I have to deal with it.

Stiles and I are dealing with our guilt in the only way we know how. Ignoring it until it eventually goes away. Our preferred method of procrastination is each other. I won't get into the rated R details, but the second, third, and fourth times were way better than the first.

We are all healing in our own ways slowly. Scott took Allison's death the hardest I think. I know she was with Isaac, and he is somewhat with Kira, but Scott and Allison never stopped loving each other. I don't think they ever will.

"What's on your mind?" Stiles questions. "Nothing, just thinking, that's all." I reply. "Need a distraction?" Stiles suggests with a grin. "Maybe later, for now, keep it in your pants Stilinski." I say. He starts pouting like I just denied him candy at a store.

"But it was trapped there for over 17 years, now that it knows the taste of freedom, mini Stiles never wants to go back." Stiles complains. "Well you can't always get what you want Stiles." I reply spinning around in his desk chair.

The chair stops moving and Stiles' face is inches from mine. "Are you so sure about that?" Stiles questions. "Completely and totally sure." I state. He comes closer and our lips are only centimeters away. "Fuck it." I mumble to myself closing the space between us.

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"Still thinking? Because if you are, I might be able to pull off a round two." Stiles states. "With your stamina, I doubt it." I tease. "That was uncalled for." Stiles replies holding his heart. I get up and pull my shirt back over my head.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asks. "Putting my clothes back on, what does it look like?" I question. "I know that, but why?" Stiles whines. "Don't you remember? We're helping Malia study today. She'll be here in like 15 minutes." I state. Stiles groans in protest.

I forgot to mention, Malia started going to Beacon Hills High a little while ago. Scott, Stiles, and I have been teaching her control and other human things. She's still adjusting to society and tends not to have a filter.

Stiles and I have taken it upon ourselves to teach her to be human again. I think she's become attached to us because when she can't sleep, she comes into Stiles' room and sleeps on his floor. Last night was one of the only nights we've had to ourselves in awhile.

I don't mind, it's just that now, any time we don't spend with Malia, is spent tearing each other's clothes off. "What subject are we teaching her today?" Stiles asks. "I'm pretty sure it's History today." I state.

"That's good, because you know a lot about History. I won't have to do anything." Stiles says. "History is all jumbled up in my head because of Klaus' incessant rambling about his life. I can't really tell the difference between what actually happened and what's in the History books." I argue.

"Like what?" Stiles questions. "Like how America was actually inhabited by witches and werewolves 1000 years ago, not undiscovered terriotory." I answer. "Really?" Stiles asks. I grab his clothes and throw them at Stiles.

"Yes, now get dressed before Malia gets a front row seat to your junk. She just got here, you've got about 55 seconds." I state. Stiles stumbles out of bed and manages to become decent before Malia comes through the window.