Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

A Credible Threat Part 2

   Liam split off to stay at school, and the three of us left were taking a field trip to the Sheriff's station. It was a quick and quiet drive, but that was mostly because Scott seemed to be lost in thought. I, on the other hand, was lost in the sight of Stiles' body. The way his fingers effortlessly curled around the smooth wheel or his long legs bent underneath it or how his right hand never left my thigh, his fingers just teasing the edge of my skirt.

Let's just say I was thrilled when we finally got to the station. Scott opted to wait in the jeep while we went inside to talk to Sheriff, which meant Stiles had to keep his hands to himself. I would get a break.

Sheriff groaned when we entered his office. "What is it now, you two?"

"What? Why would you think we want something? Can't I just come visit my favorite dad at his job?" Stiles scoffed, which earned him a flat look from Sheriff. "Alright, yeah. We need you to cancel tonight's lacrosse game."

Sheriff sighed, picking up a file and his keys from inside his empty mug. "Kids, I'm not sure I actually have that authority." Stiles opened the door for me and Sheriff to walk through.

"You're the County Sheriff. You can't cancel a high school lacrosse game?" I asked, hoping to fluff up his ego a bit. It usually worked on Stiles, so I was hoping Sheriff was the same way. Stiles and I followed on Sheriff's heals.

"It's a charity game which generates tens of thousands of dollars. I'd have to go to the school board with evidence of a credible threat." Sheriff placed the file on a deputy's desk, then turned so we were walking on either side of him.

"A giant werewolf might rampage across the field killing people," Stiles whispered hectically, the muscles in his neck poking out against his skin. "That's an incredible threat." I nodded in agreement.

Sheriff sighed loudly. "Look, we're going to have a presence at the game already. I'll double it, I'll triple it."

"Triple? Sheriff, quadruple it and it still won't be enough," I urged, growing increasingly panicked by the second. Next it would be my muscles standing out. Sheriff sighed again, finally stopping to turn and face us.

"There's always a person who could forfeit the game—the Coach."

Since we'd already thought of that, Stiles replied, "Not when you're stuck with a substitute who's strictly by the book."

"What about Finstock?"

"Rehab for the last seven months," I answered.

"Maybe it's time to check on his progress."

Stiles and I looked at each other, silently asking if we agreed on this being the best course of action. Taking that as a yes, Sheriff nodded to us and walked away. I was just about to head for the door when Stiles grabbed my hand, pulling me back to him.

"Come with me for a minute," he said. Confused, I frowned but nodded anyway, following him since he didn't release my hand. He looked both ways before hurriedly pulling me into a family bathroom. I was just about to complain when he turned around, locking his lips with mine, backing me up against the door as he locked it.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, greedily returning his kiss. His lips stroked mine, fitting like jigsaw pieces. His fingers fell between my legs, instantly rubbing my clit through my underwear.

"You've been so patient today," he mumbled into my mouth.

I was barely able to moan out, "Oh, this is so wrong."

"But you're soaked. You don't know how hard it's been to keep myself from fucking you raw on every surface in the school." Stiles removed his hand from me, wrapping both around my waist. He spun me a little then lifted me up to sit on the counter next to the sink, his body between my legs.