Covet // Sterek

17 // A connection

           

"So, this is where I'll leave you." Georgia smiled, pulling over to the side of the road. Peter smiled, waiting for the car to stop and turning to undo his seat belt.

"Thank you. This meant a lot to me." Peter grinned back, just before he got out and turned, Georgia caught him with her lips. Peter was taken back but kissed her back just as quickly. She clambered over so that she was straddling his waist, his lips left her mouth to trail down her jaw and neck before then returning to her plump lips. He felt her smile through the kiss and her hands roamed up his shirt. Almost immediately it was ripped from his body and thrown in the back of the car. Her shirt closely followed and she smiled as the car began steaming up.

"I think we should move this to the back." Georgia giggled, pulling up a leaver and letting the passenger seat fall. They moved to the back, Peter climbing onto the younger woman. In all the excitement, Georgia's claws came out, scratching down Peter's back. He hissed, letting his eyes flash blue, Georgia went to apologise but he pressed a finger to her parted lips, smiling wickedly. She smiled back, her eyes glowing with enjoyment.

After a very steamy session, Peter and Georgia swapped numbers and addresses, so that they could find each other after Peter hopefully saved his nephew.

Peter gave her another sweet peck, before actually leaving the car.

"I'll see you around." Peter stated, Georgia nodded before watching him walk away. As she pulled away, she watched him disappear into the trees, knowing she might never see him again hurt. She'd been with him constantly for a week and now she probably wouldn't see him for months. Just as she was about to accept that Peter Hale was a fling, she heard her phone buzz. At the closest red light, she looked down at it, smiling at the message from an unknown number.

You. Me. That coffee place we stopped at, with the green door. Next month. I swear.

Peter ended up outside of the Sheriff's station, he sighed in relief when he saw Stiles in his office. He ran in, pausing in front of the reception.

"Stilinski." Peter muttered, Parrish rose tapping Stiles' window and he came out, a pair of handcuffs in his hand. He locked them on Peter who continued to protest, but not fight. There were a lot of people in the place, who were supernatural. Stiles threw Peter into a cell.

"Where are they?" Stiles spat, kind of already knowing.

"Let me out and I'll tell you." Peter sighed, attempting to cross his arms but failed to due to the handcuffs.

"No. Derek called. He said you turned him in. Where is he Peter?" Stiles threatened him with a Taser and Peter sighed, sitting on the floor in the back of the cell.

 

"Philly. In a police station, it's abandoned. I don't know if she moved him though. I had to leave him." Peter continued to beg, but Stiles shook his head.

 

"No one gets left behind." Stiles stated, Peter's face dropped, for the first time ever, Stiles could have sworn he saw regret in the ex-alpha's eyes. It almost made him unlock the cell, but of course, it was probably all a trick anyway.

 

"I know but if I went back for him, Kate would have killed us both!" Stiles angrily looked at Peter.

 

"But it's okay for him to!?" Peter bit his lip sensing the distress Derek's death would be to Stilinski.

 

"You like him, don't you?" Peter questioned quietly, his grey eyes met Stiles' hurt brown ones. He couldn't deny it. Peter would tell. But he could imagine how he'd get Peter to use it against him as he didn't want anyone to know.