Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

Warm Me Up - Chris Argent

You wrapped your arms more tightly around your waist as you trudged along the side of the road. Goosebumps covered your bare skin. You'd known it was going to be a chilly evening when you dressed for your date but you hadn't anticipated having to walk anywhere. Your wrap and your phone had been left in your haste to get away from the asshole that had dumped you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. On top of everything else, you were in heels. You couldn't remember the last time you had been so miserable.

A car approached on the damp pavement behind you and you stepped a little further off the road. Your clothes were dark and there weren't a lot of streetlights out here. The SUV wasn't far past you when the brake lights lit the night as it pulled off to the side. Wary, you stopped, ready to run into the woods if needed.

"Y/N? Is that you?" the familiar voice of Chris Argent called as the driver stepped from the vehicle.

Relief flooded through you and you started to hurry in his direction. "Yes. Thank God it's you. It's freezing out here."

"Here," he said as he moved toward you. The warmth of his jacket enveloped you as he wrapped it around your shoulders. His crisp, clean scent invaded your senses and you fought the urge to sigh in contentment. There was no one else you'd rather have come to your rescue.

You slipped your arms into the sleeves and wrapped it more tightly around you even as Chris trotted over to the passenger door and opened it for you. You slid into the car with a quiet "thank you."

Once he was back behind the wheel, he fiddled with the dials and cranked up the heat for you. You held your frigid hands in front of the vent trying to thaw them a little. They were so cold they ached. You hated the cold with a passion. Thankfully you lived in California so nights like this were few and far between.

Your rescuer grabbed your hands and sandwiched them between his own in an attempt to warm them more quickly. "Christ, Y/N," he hissed. "How long have you been out here?"

"I honestly have no idea," you answered with a shake of your head. Realistically you knew you hadn't been walking as long as it seemed. The temperature had made every second seem like a minute.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he continued to rub your hands between his own. The skin burned as it began to warm up. You sighed as you debated whether or not to tell him. Though you had long wished for more, the fact was that you and Chris were friends and he wouldn't take well to what Trent had pulled.

"Y/N?" That low voice and arched brow of his were your undoing. He knew you well enough to know you were hesitating for a reason.

"I was on a date," you finally answered.

Chris nodded as if that explained everything though of course it didn't. "You warmed up enough that I can drive us home?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He chuckled at the enthusiasm for warmth in your voice as he released your hands. You both buckled in and you slipped your hands between your knees as you shivered. He glanced at you with a frown as he put the car in gear, his bright eyes studying you by the glow of the dashboard lights. For a moment he was quiet but you knew it wouldn't last.

"Do I want to know how a date ended with you walking by yourself along the side of the road in the dark?" he finally asked.

"Probably not," you answered honestly.

"Why don't you tell me anyway," he said, his voice taking on an edge you were well familiar with. He expected you to tell him whether you wanted to or not.

"Apparently my date and I had differing opinions about what going to dinner meant. I thought it meant I would get to eat some food and he thought it meant he could feel me up in the car."