Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Perfect Day

He reached to the other side of the bed only to find it empty. Instead of her, he found only crisp clean sheets.

Well clean was maybe an overstatement.

With effort he lifted his head from the pillow, looking around the room and confirming his suspicions that she wasn't there.

Worry clouded his thoughts. What if last night wasn't as enjoyable for her as it was for him? What if she'd woken up and realised she didn't love him anymore?

No. She wouldn't do that. She wasn't that sort of person.

Pulling on a t-shirt and boxers, he threaded his hand through his hair before making the journey downstairs.

He was halfway down, the intoxicating waft of pancakes hit him. He smiled. It wouldn't have been his dad who was on early shifts.

It was her.

She was still here.

His pace quickened as he made his way to the kitchen and his eyes brightened as he saw her in one of his signature plaid shirts-the red one, the one that always looked best on her- standing over the cooker.

From his place in the doorway, he admired her. Her legs that he'd practically worshipped the night before, her lips which he'd kissed until they were raw, her dazzling eyes which he so often got lost in.

She still hadn't noticed him.

He made his way over to her, taking her by surprise as he wrapped his arms around her waist, gently placing a kiss on her neck.

"Good morning," there was a soft lilt to her voice that drove him insane.

He nuzzled into her neck as a reply. This was how he wanted to stay.

"I made pancakes."

"I can see."

"Do you-"

She was cut off as he spun her around, grabbing her hips as he crashed his lips against hers.

She was shocked at first. She didn't know he could be so abrupt. So sudden. But soon, she melted into him, their lips moulding together like two pieces of a jigsaw.

A perfect fit.

Her arms found their way around his neck as she played with the tufts of hair that she just loved.

It seemed like a lifetime before they broke apart.

"I was going to say do you want a pancake before I was rudely interrupted."

"Oh so you didn't like me kissing you?"

"You and I both know that's not true."

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, as she hummed in reply.

She moved out of his grip, pulling him by his hand to the table where pancakes were waiting.

"Come on Batman."

He followed her like he always did. Like he always would.

"I love you y/n."

"Love you too Stilinski."

And they began their perfect day.

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So this was the first one! I hope you guys liked it!

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Love,
LJ xx