Teen Wolf Imagines #Wattys2017

Promised (Part 2)

Stiles and I agree not to tell Scott until we can ask this guy Deaton if he knows anything.
The ride to the animal clinic is quiet, but doesn't take long. Thank god. The tension in the car is palpable. Stiles' eyes flick to the rear view mirror to meet mine every few seconds and I can't help but blush every time he catches me.
What is it about him? Some people, romantic saps mostly, might call this love at first sight. But they're full of crap, or just desperate. I don't believe in that shit. How can you fall in love with someone you don't even know? Especially just by looking at them? Kinda shallow I think, falling for someone for the way they look and not who they actually are. Don't get me wrong, Stiles is hot, but I'm not that kind of person. Looks aren't everything.
We pile out of the old, blue Jeep and make our way inside the clinic. We're greeted by a middle-aged man with a warm smile.
"Scott, I wasn't expecting you until a little later," the dark skinned man in the white lab coat swings the separation door open to let us through the reception area.
"Yeah, sorry but I have someone who might be able to help pick up some of the slack around here while I'm in class. Deaton, this is Izzy. Izzy this is Dr. Alan Deaton, he owns the place," Scott introduces us.
"Oh, okay," Deaton extends a hand to me and I take it, his other hand covering mine as we shake. "Very nice to meet you, Izzy." Something about him feels...safe. I smile at him, feeling instantly calmed. "I'm not trying to be rude, but maybe we should have talked about this first, Scott?" The look they exchange says much more.
"Because he's a werewolf?" All three heads turn slowly to me in surprise. "What? I've seen a lot in my travels." I shrug.
"How? W-What?" Stiles' mouth hangs open and I laugh.
"It's a long story, but yes I'm aware there are other-worldly beings. I take it you're the Emissary?" I tilt my head as I look him over and Deaton smiles and nods his head.
"That I am. Well, I guess we don't have to worry about the awkward supernatural discussion," Deaton laughs as Scott and Stiles stare at me, the confused looks on their faces makes me giggle. "Okay, well, let me show you around, Izzy." Deaton leads the way and I follow, leaving the two guys behind to sort through their confusion.
"What is she, Scott?" Stiles turns, startling Scott.
"I don't know dude. I don't get anything from her but human. Maybe she's something we've never seen before? A scent that I wouldn't recognize? But I swear, she's human," Scott looks off to where Deaton and I have disappeared to.
"While I have you alone for a second, can I ask you something?" I need to know if Deaton has any ideas about what's happening between me and Stiles.
"Sure, I can answer to the best of my knowledge," he smiles.
"I just met them...like 3 hours ago," I point my thumb back towards the door. "I've never been anywhere near this town. Never met anyone from here. But, the moment I passed the town limits, I got this intense feeling. Almost like a surge of energy. Then when I met Stiles today, I felt it again. We...touched...and I saw him, it looked like some kind of memory, but he was different and he says he saw the same thing about me. Have you ever heard of anything like that?"
"Hmm...maybe. But I'll need to do a little research. Can I get back to you in a day or two?" He stares off momentarily and I can see the wheels in his head turning. "This is the first time this has ever happened to you?"
"Yes," I say simply.
"Okay, I'll see what I can come up with," he pats my arm and smiles. "So, when can you start?"
"Soon as possible, boss," I smile and he chuckles softly.
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Stiles and Scott are quiet as we leave Deaton's. I climb into the back of the Jeep and both of them turn in their seats at the same time to look back at me.
"What?" I shrug, pulling one leg under the other to get comfortable for the long chat I know that's coming.
"How did you know?" Scott narrows his eyes at me.
"That you, Derek, Malia and Liam are werewolves?" I tick them off on my fingers as I name them.
"Yes!" Stiles yells and I give him a look. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell, but yes. How did you know?"
"I told you. I've seen a lot of shit. Lived in a lot of different countries. Werewolves are pretty common in Europe. I knew a few when I lived in Paris. I've probably seen things you don't even realize still exist," I laugh.
"Like what?" Stiles curiosity is peaked.
"Like...a griffin, maybe?" I smile as Akhem's face flashes in my mind.
"Like the half bird, half lion thing?" Stiles looks at Scott, who shrugs and shakes his head.
"Actually it's half eagle. But yes. They're protectors or guardians. I have a friend who's one. He part of the security detail for the Egyptian President. Really nice guy. That is, until his protective instincts take over," their mouths drop as I trail off.
"Okay, so you're pretty experienced in the whole supernatural...thing," Stiles waves his hand.
"I mean...I wouldn't say experienced but I know about some of it," I shrug.
"So...a-are you...s-something? Stiles stutters and narrows his eyes at me.
I lean forward so my face is inches from his, those hypnotic brown eyes dart around my face before falling on my lips. The close proximity clouds my mind as my body starts to hum again. One of his eyebrows twitches up and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.
"No," I whisper and fall back to my seat with a small smile on my face.
"No," Stiles repeats.
"No. I'm just a normal, boring human. Well, as far as I know. Oh! That would be cool though! What if I was some ancient, mythical creature!" I get lost in my thoughts about the possibility.
"Yeah, not always all it's cracked up to be. Trust me. Being a normal, boring human is much better sometimes," Stiles' eyes cloud over and his face falls, sadness evident in his expression..
"What do you mean?" I lean forward again, needing to know why he has such pain in his eyes.
"Nothing. Let's get you home," he turns around in his seat and starts the Jeep.
I look at Scott and he gives me a sad smile, turning around as well.
What did Stiles mean by that? Is he not human? I know he's not a werewolf, I would've picked up on that. The look in his eyes...my heart hurts just thinking about what kind of pain was behind those brown orbs. I suddenly feel the need to wrap my arms around him and just hold him to ease his pain away. And that sounds crazy! Doesn't it? Why would someone I don't know, have me feeling this way? My heart literally hurts, like someone is squeezing it in a vice grip, as those sad brown eyes look at me in the mirror and I feel the prickling of oncoming tears. I look away, not wanting him to see the tears now filling my eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?
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I step off the elevator, ready to unlock the door to my loft when Scott pushes Stiles and he stumbles out.
"Gotta run up and talk to Derek. See you guys in a little bit!" He yells as he quickly closes the gate and the elevator starts climbing up.
"What the hell?" Stiles raises his hands.
I laugh and unlock the door, sliding it open. "Want to come in?" I smile.
"Sure, I guess," Stiles smiles and scratches the back of his neck.
I walk in, tossing my keys on the table and walk to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, offering him something but he declines. I watch him as I lean against the counter as he looks around the loft. He looks nervous, his hands in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels. His words from earlier come back to me, the sadness still present in his eyes.
"So, what do you do for fun in this town?" I try to lighten the mood, flopping down on the couch and pat the seat beside me.
"Not a whole lot to do. But, actually, there is a party tonight. Down in one of the old, abandoned warehouses," he sits and crosses an ankle over his knee.
"Party huh? I do like a good party," I give him a wink and he smiles.
"Do you wanna go?" He blushes a little as he plays with the frayed cuff of his jeans.
"Are you asking me to go to the party with you, Stiles?" I smile a toothy grin and he laughs.
"Yes, Izzy, I am. Would you like to go with me?" His brown eyes soften and it makes me melt.
"I would love to go with you," my hand brushes against his arm and my fingers tingle again.
Stiles runs his fingertips over where I touched him and he looks at me. "Did you happen to ask Deaton about..." He trails off, raising an eyebrow. I scoot closer to him, raising my hand and he places his palm against mine.
"I did, he said he would look into it," I mutter as the energy hums through me, making my hair stand on end and my heart starts to race. "I don't know why this is happening. It scares me, but I feel safe with you for some reason," I look up and he looks at me as if he's drowning and I'm the air he needs. It takes my breath away.
Stiles takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on my mouth. I wet my lips and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me toward him and his mouth presses against mine. His face, his other face, flashes behind my eyelids again. He moves his lips softly against mine and the scene changes.
We lay in a field of wildflowers, holding hands and laughing. He hovers over me as his hand caresses my cheek and I hear him whisper "Beautiful."
I gently pull back and open my eyes to find his amber ones wide with wonder.
"That was different," he mutters, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone. "You looked different than the last time."
"So did you," I whisper, placing my hand on top of his.
"This is so weird," he tries to contain his laugh but fails miserably.
"It is!" I laugh with him. "You went from being all tanned and dirty to pale and clean, with a weird, puffy, white shirt. Also some kind of scruffy shit on your chin," I rub my thumb against his clean shaven face and our laughter dies down.
"Beautiful," he whispers, his hand closing around my wrist.
"You said that," I mumble and the energy between us intensifies.
Stiles strikes, pinning me beneath him as his mouth crashes into mine once more. His fingers lace through mine as his body slides between my legs and I softly moan into his mouth. His tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine and my body heats instantly, itching for him to touch me anywhere and everywhere.
He thrusts into me, the soft cotton sheets twisted around our sweaty, writhing bodies. I tilt my head back into the pillow, moaning as he places open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He wraps an arm around my waist as he steadies himself with the other, his thrusts becoming faster and I cry out.
Stiles pulls back, his chest heaving and sweat lining his brow. The brown of his eyes is almost swallowed completely by the black of his pupils and I feel his cock through his jeans between my legs. Our panting breaths mirror each other and I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating frantically under my palm.
We're startled by a banging on the door and Scott calling out. Stiles dips his head, taking a deep breath before he moves off of me and walks to the door. I sit up, watching as Stiles adjusts himself before sliding the door open and I smile.
"Scott! Great timing, as always!" Stiles claps Scott on the shoulder and I giggle softly.
Scott looks confused at his friends sarcastic comment and looks over at me and back at Stiles. His eyebrows shoot up after a few seconds.
"Sorry dude," Scott laughs. "We gotta go."
"Okay, I'll meet you downstairs," Stiles nods and puts his hands on his hips. Scott claps his hands together and mouths "Sorry" as he backs up out of view and Stiles slides the door partially closed.
I get up and walk over, grabbing the sides of his shirt and look up at him through my lashes. "Pick me up at nine?"
"Sure," he slides his hand under my ear, tilting my head back as he brushes his lips softly against mine. 
"You saw that, didn't you?" I whisper.
"Oh yeah," he screws his eyes shut tightly and breathes hard out of his nose. "Not gonna be able to think about much else for the rest of the day." He steps back and smiles, giving me a wink before he disappears through the door, leaving me weak in the knees.
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So I essentially have one party dress. Like I said, I'm more of a jeans and tee kinda girl, I don't wear dresses that much. But, this is probably my favorite piece of clothing that I own. It's a short, black skater dress. Simple v-neck front, but the back is what makes it. Lace runs from the cap sleeves across the back of my neck, down the sides, leaving my back completely exposed.
I braid my hair loosely to the side, a few tendrils escaping to frame my face a bit. I throw on some light makeup and line my eyes. Just as I slip on my black Chuck's, there's a knock at the door.
"Coming!" I call out, grabbing my keys and a few bucks, slipping them into the deep pocket of my dress. Another reason I love this dress, it has pockets!
I slide the door open to find Stiles staring at his phone and his head snaps up. "Hi," I smile and his eyes widen as they travel down my body. I turn to flick the lamp on, hearing Stiles take a sharp breath.
"My god...that dress is..." He trails off and I blush under his heated gaze.
"Alright, alright, enough staring! Let's go have fun!" I take his hand, the feeling everytime we touch is almost becoming second nature, but it still makes my stomach do flips and my heart race.
"So, what kind of party is this supposed to be?" I ask as Stiles hops into the driver's seat.
"Just your average party. You know, DJ, booze, dancing...that kinda thing," he winks at me and I remember that I left my ID in my car.
"Oh! Hold on I need to get something out of my car," I hop out and run over to the Impala, grabbing my driver's license out of the glove box.
I jump back in the Jeep, buckling my seatbelt and look at Stiles, his mouth hanging wide open. I arch an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to say something.
"What is wrong with you?" I laugh as he whips his head back and forth between me and what I assume is my car he's looking at.
"That's your car?!" His voice climbs a few octaves.
"Yeah, why?" I can't stop laughing at him, his face like every other guy when they see what kind of car I drive.
"Ugh," he groans and turns the key in the ignition, the Jeep roaring to life. "That's a really nice car," he whines quietly and I bite my lip trying to contain my smile.
"I'll let you drive it sometime...I mean, if you want," I shrug my shoulders and his face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Yes! Yes, I would love to...if that's cool. But only if you're okay with it," his eager smile makes my stomach do flips again.
"We can work something out, I think," I give him a small smile and he nods his head enthusiastically.
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When we get to the warehouse the lot is filled with cars. Apparently there isn't a whole lot to do in this town because it seems like everyone is at this party. We get to the door and a big, scary looking guy asks for our IDs. Good thing I remembered to grab mine before we left. He waves us through and Stiles takes my hand, the sensation from his touch and the bass of the music resonates through my body in waves.
We make our way through the sea of people and find all of his friends, gathered in a group near the makeshift bar. Scott notices us first, throwing his hands up, announcing our arrival.
"Hey! You guys are late! We've already had shots!" His cheeks are flushed and he's slightly sweaty.
"Yeah well, we're here now! So let us get caught up!" I yell over the noise of the crowded warehouse. I squeeze Stiles' hand and give him a wink before I let go and make my way to get drinks.
I finagle my way through the pack of people and try to get the bartender's attention, tapping my nails against the wood when someone bumps into me.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" A guy with spiky light brown hair says, flashing a gorgeous smile.
"It's okay, no problem," I smile back suddenly feeling a little flushed.
"I'm Theo," he offers his hand.
"Izzy," I take his hand in mine and a warm glow radiates through me, making me feel hazy.
Theo looks at our hands, then back into my eyes and I'm sure he's just felt the same thing, his mouth pulling to the side as he narrows his eyes at me.
"Have we met before?" He leans forward so I can hear him over all of the noise.
"Pretty sure we haven't," I shake my head. The haziness starts to clear and I feel a hand wrap around mine, instantly knowing it's Stiles.
"Theo," Stiles looks annoyed as he positions himself, almost defensively, in front of me.
"Stiles, who's your new friend?" Theo eyes me cockily.
Stiles steps toward Theo, his face turning red and his other hand clenched into a fist at his side. "Don't even fucking think about coming anywhere near her, Theo."
I pull Stiles back, giving him a look and his face softens slightly. "Stiles, I'm good. I can take care of myself. Go back to your friends," I arch an eyebrow at him and he looks like he wants to argue with me but thinks twice.
"I'll be right over there," his lips form a thin line and I see something in those amber eyes, like he's trying to warn me. I give him a small smile and squeeze his arm and he walks away.
"So, I take it you're new to town? Already hooked up with Scott and his pa...group," Theo takes a sip of his beer not realizing that I know what he was about to say. Pack. Little does he know, that I already know.
"Yep, got into town last night. I met all of them this morning," I smile politely as the bartender sets the shots I ordered down in front of me.
"And Stiles is already your personal guard dog? That must be a new record for him," Theo glances in Stiles' direction with a smug look on his face. Stiles' eyes are locked on me and Theo as he talks to Scott and I can feel his anger from where I stand.
"Stiles is...I'm actually not quite sure," I laugh. Fact is, I'm really not quite sure what exactly is going on with Stiles and me. I've only just met him, yet it feels like I've known him all my life. There's some strange connection here that I'm missing.
"Well, I hope you'll give me a chance to get to know you and not let other people's opinion of me sway you," his fingers lightly brush against my arm and the warmth spreads through me again. I blush and dip my head, not wanting anyone to see how he's affecting me.
"Okay, I'll try to keep an open mind," I smirk at him and throw back both shots. I motion for two more as I take a sip of my beer.
"I'll let you get back, it was very nice to meet you, Izzy. Save me a dance later," Theo winks and disappears through the crowd. 
I hand Stiles his shot and he immediately downs it, making a funny face after he swallows it. "Ugh! What the hell was that?"
"Bourbon!" I laugh and hand him another, he takes it and makes the same face again.
"That's gross," he sticks his tongue out. I wipe a drop off the corner of his mouth, licking my thumb clean and give him a devious smile. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" He narrows his eyes at me and smirks.
"Maybe," I bite my lip and take his hand. "Come on, let's dance!"
I drag him behind me, making my way into the throng of dancing bodies. Stiles pulls me flush against him, one arm wrapping around my waist and his hips start to move to the beat. The fluidity of his body surprises me, I never would have guessed he would be a good dancer. The sultry beat of Dirty Harry envelopes me and we get lost in the music, our bodies melding together. Stiles' fingertips dance over the exposed skin of my back. The way he gyrates his hips into mine and his feather-light touches ignites something deep inside me, as if I'm about to burst into flames. I look into his eyes, the brown seeming to grow darker by the second. He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip as his hand moves lower over the curve of my backside and I push my hips into him, feeling his cock start to harden through his jeans.
Stiles takes my hand and turns me, the skirt of my dress fanning out as I twirl and he pulls me against him, my back to his front. His long fingers splay across my lower abdomen and he dips his head into the crook of my neck, his lips ghosting up the length of my neck all the way to the spot just below my ear. I feel his tongue peek out just before he kisses the sensitive spot and I softly moan, reaching my hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"You are so god damn sexy," his husky voice sounds in my ear, sending my nerves into a frenzy. The tingling sensation now fully concentrated between my legs, growing more and more with every touch from him. I seem to have the same effect on him as I feel his bulge against my ass and I smile to myself, proud that I haven't even really touched him and he's ready to fuck me in front of all these people.
The song ends and he wraps both arms tightly around me, playfully nipping at my neck and I laugh. We go find Scott and everyone else, who've decided another couple rounds of shots is in order. The fruity tasting shot is not what I would have went with, but it does the trick, warming me from the inside. Lydia and Malia drag me back out to the dance floor, leaving the guys to fend for themselves. I can feel Stiles' heated gaze as I sway my hips to the beat, letting the music flow through me. I don't notice as Lydia and Malia are pulled away from me by a couple of guys. I continue doing my thing until I feel a pair of hands on my hips, turning to see Theo. He smiles and pulls me close, not thinking anything of it, I put a hand on his shoulder and move along with him. That warmth envelopes me again as his hand slides down my spine to my lower back and my body erupts in goosebumps.
Stiles suddenly appears between us, right in Theo's face, anger coming off of him in waves. Theo throws his hands up, as if surrendering, and backs off, disappearing as he's swallowed into the crowd. Stiles turns to face me, his eyes blazing with anger. He grabs my hand and leads me away from everyone to an empty hallway.
"What the hell? What's wrong with you?" My voice echoes off the walls.
"Theo is manipulative asshole! I don't want you anywhere near him!" Stiles shouts, making me recoil.
"Seriously? Are you jealous? I was just dancing with him!" I yell back at him. Stiles runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushed from a mixture of anger and alcohol.
"His hands were all over you!" His chest heaves as his hands move animatedly.
"They were on my back! It's not like he was groping me or anything! Not like you were!" I shove him a little and the energy between us suddenly shifts.
Stiles' eyes flick down to my mouth and he grabs my face, his lips crashing down on mine so hard our teeth clash. He backs me against the wall and I clutch at the fabric of his shirt as he parts my legs with one of his. The rough material of his jeans brushes against my core and I moan, allowing him to slip his tongue past my lips. His hands slide down my neck and over the outer curve of my breasts before settling on my hips and I run my hands through his hair, tugging at the messy tresses and I earn a quiet growl from him.
His lips move slowly down my neck and I feel as if I may combust, heat washing over my entire being. The ache between my legs rising with every nip and flick of his tongue across my skin.
"Stiles," his name rolls off my tongue in a soft moan and he hums against that delicate spot just below my ear, making me tremble. "Touch me, please," I whisper breathlessly as he takes my earlobe between his teeth.
Stiles' fingertips lightly trail up the inside of my thigh, inching closer to where I want him most and my insides tighten in anticipation. Just as he brushes over the front of my panties, his mouth covers mine, muffling the breathy whine that escapes me and he smiles in the kiss. He cups my heat, the delicious pressure evoking a new wave of trembles throughout me. My panties are completely soaked through and he hisses, grinding his hips into me, his cock hard and straining against the constricting material of his jeans. He gently takes my bottom lip between his teeth as he slips a finger through the side of my panties, sliding it from my slit to my clit in one, long and slow swipe.
"Shit...you're so wet already," he breathes, the warmth of his breath fanning across my cheek. I moan his name as I rest my head against the wall, closing my eyes.
The hum that radiates through my body from his touch is the most intense yet and another vision flashes in my mind. He smiles, his hair short and parted expertly to the side. He's wearing some kind of uniform, military maybe? And just as quickly as it comes, it's gone. I open my eyes to meet his soft brown ones that quickly darkens under my gaze.
I graze my palm against his cock and he slips one long finger inside me, his forehead resting against mine as our breathy moans mingle. He slowly pumps in and out a few times before adding another finger and he brushes his mouth over mine in open-mouthed kisses. I move my hips against him as he thrusts his into my hand, the tension between us becoming unbearable, my body craving more of him.
I pop the button on his jeans and slide his zipper down, pushing past the waistband of his boxer briefs and I wrap my hand around his length. Stiles shudders as I run my hand from his tip to his base, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth slightly agape.
"Oh my god...is this really h-happening?" He stutters as I swipe my thumb over his slit, spreading the small bead of arousal over his tip.
"If you want it to," I search his face for some kind of uncertainty. He opens his eyes, arching an eyebrow at me as if he didn't hear me right. I move my hands to push his boxers and jeans off his hips, just enough to fully free him.
Stiles cups my face with his free hand, his lips pressing firmly against mine as he withdraws those magic fingers from me and hitches my leg up onto his hip. He moves to pull my panties to the side, dipping the head of his cock between my folds and up to my clit, my hips moving of their own accord as he teases.
"Stiles...please," I whine, fisting his shirt to pull him closer.
Stiles bends his knees, filling me slowly. His eyes roll back into his head as he fully sheaths himself within me and I whimper, my body his for the taking. He slowly starts to roll his hips against me, holding onto my thigh that rests high up on his hip. My hand moves to his shoulder to steady myself, the other running through his hair as I capture his mouth once more. I slide my tongue against his, our panting breaths syncing. He starts to move faster, slamming my backside into the wall with every snap of his hips.
"Holy fuck, I'm not going to last very long," he moans and his lips glide down my neck as I throw my head back against the wall.
The humming sensation within me intensifies; pulsating everywhere, all at once. He knows exactly how to work my body, already so attuned to it. Stiles thrusts hard, hitting that sweet spot and I cry out.
The tingling heat spreads from the base of my spine as my body surrenders to him completely, spiraling into that deep void of pleasure. Sparks dance across my vision and I close my eyes, suddenly taken to a completely different world.
"I love you! You are everything to me! I'm only trying to protect you! Why can't you understand that?" He screams, a single tear falling down his dirt smudged face.
"I love you, too! But you have to let me go. It's the only way. I can't live in a world where you don't exist," I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my forehead against his. My lips capture his; the kiss full of passion, sadness and longing.
He pushes me back against the rough wood of the wall of the barn, one hand tangling in my hair as the other freely roams my body. The energy between us erupting into a fiery inferno. He pulls back briefly, both of us breathless.
"I won't stop fighting for you. We belong together and I would rather die than see you with anyone else," his gravelly voice resonates through me and I pull him close again.
Flashes of us, desperately in love and in need of one another, flicker through my mind.
His hands caress my body, as if he's trying to memorize every curve, every dip and every imperfection. His soft lips on mine expressing how much he really loves me. The passion in his eyes screaming for me to never leave him. Our bodies wrap around each other, melding into one ethereal being. My heart feels like it may explode from the love I feel for this man. I don't want to ever be apart from him. But if it means saving his life, I have to.
Stiles' groan brings me back to the present, his head buried in the crook of my neck as he trails soft kisses against my sweat glistened skin. I run my hands through his hair, gently pulling his head away from me so I can look into his eyes. I see the passion there that I just witnessed from what I've come to realize is an entirely different lifetime and I know he now realizes it too. He pulls out of me and my legs wobble as I find the floor with both feet.
Stiles pulls his jeans back up onto his hips, his head dipped as he takes a moment to process the turn of events. I patiently wait for him, my heart fluttering against my rib cage like its grown wings. He looks up at me, his long lashes accentuating the golden brown of his irises and he sweeps the hair out of my face that's fallen out of my braid during our passionate little tryst.
"This isn't the first time," he says, his voice just above a whisper. I close my eyes as he palms my cheek, leaning into his touch.
"Apparently not," I sigh, opening my eyes to find a shy smile on his face and my heart skips an entire beat.