Hidden Under the Moon [Stiles Stilinski]

The Necklace

Chapter 23

I was laying on the couch, enjoying the current tv show I was trying to binge. It has been like this since my mother had left for work after dinner. Stiles was sitting beside me as he played with my hair. I let out a pleasant hum as I turned around to look up at him. My head had been laying on his lap for the duration of our time together.

He looked up at me as he smiled down at me. Something behind his look made my heart skip a beat. So much was being said with that looked. Something like adoration, lust, and happiness. I sat up to give him a peck on the lips. He smiles widens as he kissed back.

The tv show as soon as forgotten as our kiss turned into a make-out session. I had moved to sit on his lap, as he placed his hands on my hips. When he tightened his hold on my hips, I couldn't help but grind into his lap, earning a moan from both of us. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at me with lust in his eyes.

Stiles moved down to kiss my neck as I threw my head back, allowing him better access to my neck. He grinned against my skin as he continued to nip, suck and lick on the surface before him. When he found my sensitive spot, I let out a moan past my lips. He placed his attention to the spot, working to leave his mark on my skin. My body was burning as my breath began to get shallow.

"Stiles..." I sighed.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" he breathed into my neck as he continued to kiss me.

I nodded, but he didn't have the time to continue when we heard banging on my door. We pulled away as he looked over to the door. Someone was knocking with urgency. Stiles pushed me off him as he got up, I followed after him as we walked over to the door. As we got closer, I finally pinpointed the scent over the panic that soured the air.

"Scott?" I spoke and rushed to the door.

When I opened the door, he quickly pulled us out of the house and toward a familiar-looking black car parked outside my house.

"Is that Derek's?" I asked, "That's just messed up, Scott."

"Can you guys just get in," he rushed us, "I am trying to get Argents off of Derek's ass."

"What do you mean?" Stiles quickly entered the car., "I thought he was dead?"

"He's not, and now Kate is on the way to look for us. Well really Derek," Scott began to get for the driver's seat, but I stopped him.

"And you thought to bring the car here!?" I hissed, "She already thinks it's Stiles and me!"

"What!?" both the boys exclaimed.

I pushed Scott toward the passenger seat as I glared at him, "I'm driving. I have experience in driving fast cars."

I didn't let Scott fight the change of plans as I got into the driver's seat and revved the engine. Once Scott finally took his seat in the back seat. As we drove, my anger was very evident. It had gotten to the point where I didn't even notice when Stiles placed his hand on my lap. It was when he had asked me if I was doing alright that I began to calm down.

"I'll be fine, just angry about the fact that Derek's car can be tracked which would lead them to think that I'm you," I looked at Scott through the rearview, "Not to mention that you keep ruining our moments together, Scott. It's getting annoying."

"Look," Scott leaned forward as he looked over to me, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. You didn't tell us."

"Yeah well, you didn't tell us about Derek either," rolled her eyes at him.