Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

three ; misery business

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CHAPTER THREE;

MISERY BUSINESS

"Stiles, I'm going to murder you."

Stiles didn't bother looking up from his laptop, but nodded his head to signal that he heard his girlfriend. Sage was laying to the right of him, her eyes narrowing on the cellphone that fell down at the end of the boy's bed. She had been texting Lydia about their plans to dye her hair, and that had been completely interrupted when Stiles hit her in the stomach out of excitement when he ended up beating someone in his mythological game system.

"Stiles," Sage repeated, moving to look over at him to make sure his attention was actually on her. It wasn't, and she curled her lip in annoyance at him. She came over because he was complaining about the shortage of time he's spent with her this week, despite it all being his fault for wanting to have a bromance with Scott. "Stiles, I swear to god."

"What?" Stiles complained, looking away from his game. He saw that Sage was on her knees, as if she were contemplating whether or not she had the effort to bend down and grab her phone. Her blonde hair was thrown into a messy bun, and he would have called her adorable if it weren't for the killer look in her eyes.

She pointed towards the phone, and Stiles leaned up a bit see it. He bit down on his lips before looking over at her sheepishly. "Sorry, babe. You know I like this game."

"Uh hu," Sage agreed, rolling her eyes at him as she pushed herself off of his bed. "I thought you'd want to make out with me more than you'd want to battle mythological creatures. Did you not get enough of that last year?"

Stiles watched as she bent down to pick up her phone, and stood there for a few moments as she texted back her friend. Just as he thought she was going to come back on the bed with him, she glanced up and gave him a scowl before plopping down on the desktop chair that was halfway across the room from him.

That was when he realized she was actually annoyed with him, and he began to pout. "Sage, come here."

"No," Sage said, refusing to look up from her phone.

"Sage," Stiles repeated, dragging out her name a bit longer than necessary. When she didn't budge, he let out a huff before moving his laptop away and pulling himself off of the bed. As soon as he got to her, she began to protest and try to move away from him. "Come here, you little brat!"

"Stiles, no! Go kill dragons!" Sage retorted, struggling to get her boyfriend's hands off of her arms.

He didn't stop, instead he only pulled her harder to try and get her off of the chair. His tugging eventually led him to lose his balance, tipping himself back and Sage forward. Sage let out a strangled cry when she thought they were going to go crashing onto the floor, only for Stiles' back to hit hard with his bed.

Stiles groaned when Sage's body landed hard on his, but it mixed in with Sage's laughter as she stared down at him, her anger washing away. He smiled at her, and leaned up a bit, his lips connecting with hers. The atmosphere of the room went from playful to lust infested in seconds as Stiles' hands tangled in the blonde's hair. She grabbed the back of his neck, legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she pressed her body against his.

Stiles eventually grew tired of being on the bottom and flipped the girl over, the plaid shirt she was wearing rising up enough for his bare hands to connect with her skin, grabbing at in hungrily. She grinned into the kiss and opened her mouth even more, their movements sloppy the further they progressed. Stiles' used one of his arms to hold himself above her while the other quickly unbuttoned the shirt.