Faded // A Stiles Stilinski Story.

chapter two.

Waking up entangled in the sheets you rolled into his arms. Warm sunlight streamed through the thin curtains bathing you in a glow that made everything soft. A breeze ruffled, the leaves outside the window causing strange shadows to dance on the magnolia walls. Feather light touches against bare skin and snores littered the morning light. Half asleep he pulled you to him, his skin warm to the touch and the smell of something you couldn't quite place. You looked at him, pushing his hair from his face. Long lashes fluttered against high cheekbones that in turn were smattered with freckles. Brows that for once weren't full of expression but still held so much emotion in such a simple state. Lips puckered as he slept, occasionally smiling as you pressed your lips to his cheek. Long arms lay over you languidly, fingers wrapped in sheets.

You lay there for an eternity, tracing love letters across his shoulders, connecting the moles and the muscles with patterns of landscapes you were yet to explore. 1000 shared heartbeats later and his eyes opened, his brown eyes like salted caramel. Sweet and warm, but a coolness to them. He blinked, adjusting to the brightness of the room, burying his face in your neck. "Good morning gorgeous" he croaked his voice cracking and low with sleepiness. His mouth peppered your neck with kisses, innocent in the way he did it to be close to you. Raising his head he pressed his lips to yours smiling as you melted beneath him. Legs laced together as he laid on your chest, your fingers running through his hair absentmindedly. You talked, little things like who would win in a fight and bigger things like how was the world created. "It's all a painting, a moving painting. The universe is one big canvas and the earth is a mere corner and we ourselves are just flecks of glitter that just so happened to land on the painting" He spoke softly, his words causing vibrations on your skin.

Drinking him in, it wasn't until a heavenly smell wafted into your room that you emerged from under the blankets. Stiles stood and stretched his boxers low on his hips. Looking closely at him you could see his tendons knit together as his arms reached high above him stretching his skin taught against the sinewy muscle there. Pulling a grey tee on he smiled at you as you got out of the bed, your legs failing you as you nearly dropped to the floor. You stretched, every muscle screaming as you worked out kinks that had formed when you were wrapped around him. Shrugging into his lacrosse hoodie and some shorts you both ran downstairs to be greeted by lots of happy faces.

Lydia grinned frying pan in hand as Malia poured batter into it, coating her finger in it and swiping it across Lydia's nose. You raised an eyebrow at Stiles, who like you had noticed Lydia wearing Malia's checkered shirt and Malia wearing Lydia's shorts. The twinkle in their eyes confirming your suspicions. Kira and Scott were sat around the island, cutting fruit and just generally being too absorbed in each other for them to notice what was happening right in front of them. You walked up to the island and perched on the stools. Grabbing a handful of berries straight from Kira's plate you smirked as you popped them in your mouth. Stiles ran to the couch, launching over the back and completely missing the seat landing on the floor with a giant groan and a thud. You almost choked on the berry, laughing at his stupidity. Chimes of laughter chorused with your own. Banter followed after, lots of teasing going on as to where you and Stiles disappeared to. You blushed hard, the thoughts of last night creeping into your mind.

The afternoon passed by in a haze. Scott and Kira left at some point, hands clasped together and smiles in their eyes. No plans were made for the next day everyone was too content. Stiles and you were driving to the beach, deciding to spend your day between the sea and the sand. The evening wore on and you left, climbing in the trusted blue jeep, the smell of pine and mint. You drove along the back roads, letting the road lights guide you home. Stiles played you his favorite songs, singing along his hands slapping the steering wheel in elation. Singing to you, he grabbed your hand in his and danced with you. Smiles were never off your face with him. All too soon, you were pulling into your driveway the stars above you as you kissed goodbye until the morning. Upon entering the house a wave of sadness drew over you making you shiver. You ran to your bedroom, throwing your bag in the corner. Your bed was unkempt, covered in blankets and stuffed animals from your childhood. Most prominent was a BB-8 plushie, from when you and Stiles had skipped school to go see the new Star Wars movie.