Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Damnatio Memoriae Part 2

Stiles did as I said, going to his house first. He hopped into the shower while I wandered around his room, eyeing all the things on the wall. It was alarmingly bare. All of his crime scene pictures and strings had been seemingly ripped from the wall. Even his clear investigation board was erased. Very badly, but still erased. Malia's scent wasn't strong here and it made me wonder just how long it'd been since she'd been in his room.

My curiosity won over and I walked into the bathroom Stiles was showering in. The steam had fogged up the mirror and he was humming quietly to a tune he'd heard somewhere.

"Hey, Stil-." My voice was cut off by his small shriek. Sounds of him trying to avoid slipping filled the room, and I giggled.

He poked his head through the crack between the curtain and the wall. "I'm showering here."

"Yes. I know that. I was just gunna..." I trailed off, distracted by the water droplet slowly falling down his chest. "I was gunna..." I jerked my eyes back up to his, which were now impish. "I forgot. Sorry, I'll just wait out there."

"You know, Y/N, you kind of reek," Stiles said. I frowned at first, but he continued. "I think maybe you should shower, too."

"Okay, fine. Hurry up, then. We don't have all day."

"You're right, we don't. Maybe you should just get in now." It clicked in my head what he was suggesting, and I blushed furiously. I can't say I didn't want to, though.

"Fine. But don't look," I said. No matter how long Stiles and I dated before or how many times we'd seen each other naked, it was always awkward to undress myself when he was looking. Strip teases were never going to be my thing. He started to protest, but I crossed my arms and gave him a serious look.

Stiles rolled his eyes with a chuckle and closed the curtain again. I eased out of my clothing, folding them and setting them on the counter. His were crumpled on the lid of the toilet seat. I eased back the curtain and stepped inside, my heart pumping nervously.

It calmed a little the second I saw Stiles' full body. He was soaking, strong, and beautiful. He smiled at me, pulling me into his arms. He kissed me gently as he turned us around until I was standing under the heated water. It cascaded down, flattening my hair and making our kiss wetter. One of his hands slid down my back and groped my butt, massaging it gently as he pressed my body against his. He went slow, content to simply kiss me beneath a steady stream of water. I let his lips trail along my neck, my chest, my cheeks. He'd never taken this kind of time before to just feel me, and it was really working for me. My body reacted to his every touch.

His member slowly started to rise. I was impressed by how long it was taking him to get fully hard, considering before, at this point, he would've already been dripping pre-cum from anticipation alone. I missed it, but it meant he'd built stamina. I tried not to think of how that stamina was built.

I moaned breathily when his hand snaked back up to knead my breast. Once I was sufficiently soaked, he pulled me out from under the stream of water, turning us so my back pressed against the wall. His lips met my neck in wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses that left my skin searing. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling gently in a way that made him moan against me.

His hard member pressed between our stomachs, proving to me, once again, just how large he actually was. He sucked harshly on my neck, free to do his worst because he knew I'd heal anyway. I pulled his head away from my neck, squishing his mouth to mine. His tongue danced with mine, and I let him have control. I was just happy to be with him in this moment.

Slowly but surely, I felt him start to slide down my body until he was on his knees. He looked up at me, excitement in his eyes as he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, opening me up for him. My chest jumped up and down as I heaved with nerves. The fear sent a thrilling shiver up my spine, and I leaned my head back against the wall, mentally preparing myself.