Faded // A Stiles Stilinski Story.

chapter three.

Days went by, spent safe and warm in Stiles' embrace. Nights were cooler and lonelier, spent a mile apart, both hearts beating together. Phones buzzed through the nights when you were apart, hushed voices over long calls. Pictures of legs tangled in blankets, pouty lips and bleary eyed smiles. You wished for nights when he would be by your side. His arms around your waist and the smell of his skin on yours. Your wish was not long off being true, as your family was going overseas for 2 weeks to see long lost relatives. You had opted out, your excuse being that you didn't know that side of the family too much. Your mom hadn't minded, knowing that you had friends that would protect you here.

That's why when they left you had another person move straight in. Stiles, the boy with the goofy grin and the mussed up hair. He arrived at your door, lacrosse bag hung loosely over one shoulder. "Hey don't judge! It's like the biggest bag I have and I didn't know what to bring!" He was quick to defend himself even though you hadn't said a word. His fingers ran through his hair as he flopped down onto the couch, his long legs taking it up in it's entirety. "Hey! Where do you expect me to sit!" you feigned annoyance as his hands patted across his lap and up his chest. You fell to him, instinctively curling against his chest. A wave of comfort came over you, like returning home at the end of a long day.

You rooted through his bag, thankful that he had brought his green shirt. It was his favourite, not on him but on you. He had always loved it when you wore his shirts. This one in particular. You stood, leaving him on the couch, his eyes dragging down your figure as you stepped out of your dress. It fell to the floor, a soft slip of a thing as you stood afore the boy in your underwear. Strips of satin and lace adorned your chest and hips. His eyes struggled to tear away from you as you pulled his shirt on, loosely doing the buttons up. He reached for you hungrily, pulling you to him once again. You straddled him, feeling him harden in response to your gesture. His eyes, half closed burned with lust, his lip pulled between his teeth. Your body lowered to his, so close you were almost one. Placing your hands in his you raise them above his head, pinning him to the cool leather. Your hips moved slowly over his, in the most delicious of movements.

"Stop this, please. Let me touch you" His voice came strangulated, husky and low. You shook your head. Never letting go of his hands, you pulled your chest from his, sitting up fully. Your ass grazed over him, his denim clad bulge twtiching in response. A blush ran over your skin, warm to the touch as you smiled at him lazily. "Fine, you can touch. But one condition-" you paused grinding against him "I better like it" His eyebrow quirked, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. "I think I can do better than making you just like it" he drawled. His thumbs drew across your hands, rough and smooth all at the same time.

The air grew thick with tension as you collapsed to him. Your mouth finding his, lips sweet and full. Gasps of air between kisses and touches. His fingers tore from yours, drawing up your arms, dragging the soft fabric of his shirt taught against you. His touch left embers of flame, burning beneath the surface, one more touch and surely you would set ablaze. He took endless journeys across your skin, routes unknown as they delved and scratched at each curve. His mouth left yours, trailing down your jaw, underneath your ear and down your neck. You clutched him to you, hoping to close the last of the gap between you. Hands found their way to the concaves of your back, setting all of your nerves on edge as you shivered against him. Your eyes closed, but darkness didn't come. Instead visions of starry nights blurred before you, the skies crimson. All you could feel was his mouth on your chest, wet hot and blinding. Your hands were lost in his hair, tangled as his tongue worked against your skin.

Fabric tickled against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You ground against Stiles, your need for friction growing stronger with every passing second. Your eyes flew open as he grabbed you close, his hands cupping your ass. He rolled, his hips slotting perfectly between yours. Moving he turned you again, your legs flung over his shoulders. His journey continued, lips moving across your inner thigh. You watched as the muscles beneath his shirt stretched in unison with his movements. His eyes found yours, liquid gold and shining. His eyes fell to the sight in front of him. His fingers hooked beneath the hem of the material separating you from him, pulling them expertly off. He licked his lips, his teeth catching his lip once again. Long fingers splayed on your hips, pushing you down as his tongue drew over you lazily.

All at once, you were set ablaze, the starry night behind your eyes turning to fireworks. Flashes of neon as his tongue delved between your folds. Your body soared, struggling against the restraints of his large hands. You placed your hands atop his fitting them together perfectly. You gripped them tighter as he pushed his tongue flat against your bundle of nerves, his eyes lowered. His left hand untangled itself from yours and drew circles around your opening causing you to sing in lust. His mouth sped up as his finger pushed into you causing your heart to stop. It returned again, a flash of electric from deep within as his fingers curled expertly. Your hand bunched up his shirt exposing your stomach to him, expanses of soft flesh. He worked over you, every cell in your body ignited by his touch. Reaching your peak, you fell tethered to him, his name on your lips, sweet and safe.

Pulling from you, he looked at you. Your hair fell loose around you, strands stuck to bee stung lips. Hands held fabric of deep forest green as you panted, the last of your high ebbing away. "I love it when you wear my shirt" he winked at you. You couldn't get enough of the boy with the cocky smile. He stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Wrapping legs around him you tugged him to you, undoing his belt with ease. You tugged his jeans and boxers from him, your tongue flickering over the tip of him. You guided him to you, your legs hooking over his hips. He pushed slowly his eyes fluttering shut as you clenched over him. He stopped, his chest hammering as you moaned beneath him. Starting to roll against you, he elicited moans and words of love as you both melted together. Your high built together his coming fast as his hands found your ribs, your waist and the soft curve of your chest. You climbed with him, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with every thrust. You fell, his mouth finding yours as he fell with you, moans vibrating against lips.

Moments passed as you both lay there too exhausted to do anything, kisses were lazy as chests tried to still. Phones buzzed in bags and pockets that lay abandoned in favor of each others touch. Standing you stretched pulling your pants back on. He stood too his arms snaking around your waist as he kissed down your neck. You laughed batting him away, stooping to pick up his bag you struggled under its weight. "Damn babe, what did you bring!" You laughed as you walked away from him. A chuckle escaped his lips, his long fingers running through his hair. Climbing the stairs to your room, you revered as you realised Stiles had never seen your room.

Your heart should've raced, like it did with people before him. But a calmness washed over you as he cracked open the door to your room. He stood there in awe, his hands skimming over the pictures adorning the walls. He sat on your bed, he looked like home. His hair was mussed, his shirt was already slung across the back of your computer chair. You walked to him, giggling as he cuddled the plushies scattered everywhere. You flopped down next to him, picking up the closest bear and pulling it to your chest. Everything felt right with him here, the smell of him lingering in the air. Phones buzzed again, this time they didn't go unnoticed, he pulled his from his bag.

"Dude! When were you gonna pick up! I've been trying to ring you all day" Scotts voice boomed. Static crackled through the line in the spaces between words. "I've been busy!" Stiles replied, turning to you and giving a wink. You giggled, trailing your hands across his arms. "What's the call for?" He asked. "Lyds wants to know if you've seen Malia, she hasn't seen her in days and she thought maybe you'd seen her?" Scott trailed off. "Dude, I don't know, I haven't seen her since the lake. Hasn't she been crashing at Dereks old place?" Stiles stated. "We've tried but it's like she never existed, I don't know the last time I saw her" Scotts voice trembled with worry. "Don't worry, she'll be fine. Probably wandered off into the woods like normal. She'll turn up" Stiles took your hand in his.

Plans were made to go to the preserve and look for the girl with the wicked grin and wild hair. Hours passed to no avail. It was like she was gone and didn't want to be found, you returned to the jeep, blisters on your feet, dirt tracked up your legs. Sitting in the passenger seat you let your hair down, your head in your hands. Malia was always so loud, causing havoc but in the best way. She always dared you to do things out of your comfort zone, to be a better person. You couldn't imagine the pack without her. Stiles' arms found their way around you, his lips pressing against your forehead. He cradled you to him underneath the inky blackness of the sky.

"Don't worry, we'll find her. We don't lose people. Not anymore"