NILLIN POV
Stiles waited for me to finish food. I did feel hungry, yet I cooked. That makes sense, right?
"Nilly? You okay?" Stiles held my hips, whispering.
"Yeah. Just... Not hungry.. I don't know why."
I set my unfinished plate into the sink. I placed my hands over Stiles', pulling him closer. I had missed all of the lovey dovey stuff. Even in his awkward presence.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Stiles. I'm just thinking about everything. I need to find out about what an anchor is." I whispered the last part.
"Oh." His hands moved up and down my sides.
I turned around, kissing his lips. I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his torso. He lightly grabbed my thighs, picking me up on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him in place. He placed light kisses along my jawline and down my neck. Again playing with the hem of his t-shirt, he got the hint. Stiles lifted his arms, pulling away for only a second. He pulled mine over my head, making us both shirtless. He picked me up again, taking me to the small bedroom I call mine.
I felt the soft sheets press my back, almost engulfing us both. I rolled us both over, me straddling his hips. I placed kissing going from his collar bone, to the corner of his mouth. A small moan came from his mouth. Stiles placed his thumbs on the inside part of my shorts, behind the elastic.
"Mmmm... You sure, Stiles?" I whispered seductively in his ear.
"Don't question it." He said sarcastically.
He pulled off my shorts.
"Well, this isn't fair." I winked.
Awkwardly yanking off his sweatpants, we both went back to making out. I felt Stiles's tongue line my bottom lip, begging for entrance. Being the slight tease I am, I didn't allow it... Yet.
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I woke up to Stiles and I tangled up in sheets. Hmmmm... Everything replayed in my mind... Everything.
I slightly opened my eyes to see Stiles looking down at me.
"You're staring." I chuckled.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's cute."
I rested my head on his perfect, pale chest,breathing in the scent of my room.
"Hey, Stiles!" Scott called.
I looked up at him, "Shit."
"Why does it smell like sex in here?" Scott opened the bedroom door, "Oh, GOD! Dude!"
Both of us turned a scarlet red, "Give us 10 minutes. We'll be out in a few."
Scott raised his eyebrow, slowly leaving. Stiles and I jumped from the bed, grabbing articles of clothing we'd thrown off. I quickly dressed, now brushing through my hair. Why did Scott always show up at the wrong times?
Both of us walked out casually. As if nothing happened. I had this terrible grin on my face I couldn't wipe off. Stiles and I walked into my living room full of our friends.
"Shit." I whispered.
"Nillin!" Lydia, Allison and Isaac yelled. Derek just kinda stood there.
"Oh, yeah. No Stiles over here... Or anything." Stiles mumbled sarcastically.
I grinned wider...
Isaac went to hug me but stopped, "Why do you both smell like- OH MY GOD. YOU GUYS-"
