Teen Wolf One-Shots

Stalia in the Shower

~Stalia in the Shower~

I hop into the shower, standing at the side and rubbing my arms as I wait for the water to get warm. I stick my hand under the water to check and it is finally at a nice temperature. I relax in the warm rush of water. With soothing water running down my back, I squirt shampoo onto my palm and on my hair. I close my eyes and soothe my muscles from the long day. It's Friday, and I'm definitely looking forward to the weekend.

Just as I'm massaging the soap into my scalp, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I jump and almost slip, but the strong arms catch me. Stiles' laugh echoes in the small shower space, with me blindly flailing like a dying whale. I still have a bunch of shampoo on my head, which gets into my eyes and mouth. I finally get it all out of my face and punch Stiles' arm.

"You could've said something!" Stiles just looks at me and chuckles.

"I'm sorry Malia, babe. Didn't mean to scare you."

I puff out a sigh and playfully roll my eyes. I am about to forgive him when he cuts me off.

"I meant to surprise you." Stiles pushes me against the cold-tiled shower wall, a shiver travelling through my body.

"Stiles!" I say, surprised by his possessive behaviour. I do want him in the shower with me, but I decide to tease him first. "I'm trying to take a shower here." I try to slip out from under his grasp, but he grabs my arm and pins me to the wall again. His one hand rests gently but firmly on my waist, the other leaned against the wall next to my head. The shower is still on, warm water splashing behind Stiles' back.

"Where are you planning on going?" he says, looking down into my eyes. He is leaning over me and his hazel eyes look dark and misty. I bite my lip and put on a playful thinking face. Then I stand up on my tiptoes and plant a kiss on his soft lips.

"Nowhere," I say softly, grinning at his facial expression. He looks stunned for a second, but then recovers his cool and grins back. I bite my lip again, making his eyes darken again and me smirking.

"I can't take it when you do that," and he begins to kiss me, with a gentleness but possessiveness that makes my heart skip. He bites my lip gently, grazing my lip with his teeth. He breaks the kiss, hovering not even an inch from my face, with our noses and foreheads touching. He stares deeply into my eyes.

"I love you so much, Malia. You're mine." He kisses me once, then says, "No one else's. Mine." His hands wrap around my waist. I prop my arms up on his shoulders in response and kiss him again in response. We kiss languidly and softly, like we have all the time in the world. And we do. When I'm with him, he's my world. Little things like this show show how even more passionate our love is for each other. It's so cold against the wall, but yet my whole body is filled with warmth. Wherever we touch, flames ignite inside of me.

Out of the blue, I twist my body so that he is against the wall. "It's my turn to play possessive girlfriend," I said, grasping his wet hair and pulling him down to meet my mouth. As I kiss him, I wrap my arms around his neck. Our bodies are touching, not an inch between us. Stiles murmurs from beneath our locked lips, but we continue to kiss. I want to get closer, so I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. We are pushed against the shower wall, his strong body supporting me. All I feel is an inferno inside me, burning brighter with every movement of our lips and bodies.

I finally pull away, and we are both panting hard. Our sweat is washed away by the warm water. We are staring deeply into each other's eyes, not speaking. Our eyes speak for us.

Finally, Stiles breaks the loud silence of our gazes. "Let's wash up." He turns me around and takes my hands in his, resting them in front of us. He guides me to the warm spray of water to rinse off the remains of our sweat. As we shower, his lips find the skin behind my ear. He starts to playfully nip at my ear, then trails kisses on my neck. I smile as he continues this.

We hop out of the shower and he wraps me in a towel with him, and he walks me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

"Thanks babe," I say, kissing his cheek and unwrapping myself from the towel. I slip into one of his oversized T-shirts and some underwear.

I crawl into his bed, burying myself in the warm sheets that are mixed with his scent. Not shortly afterwards, Stiles climbs in and holds his head up on his arm, lying on his side and facing me. My head is on the pillow, looking up at him. I loved peering into those hazel eyes of his.

"God, I've never loved anyone as much as you," Stiles says, the corners of his mouth turned upwards. "You're so beautiful."

I feel my cheeks heat up a bit and I bounce on him so that I am hovering over him. I give him a kiss with each word. "You-- are-- so-- lovable." And with the last word, I attack his lips with my own. Then I slowly start to trail little kisses along his jawline, then his muscular neck. When I am done, I slide off of him and wrap my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I breathe in his scent and whisper, "Big spoon," giggling a few times before falling asleep to each other's heartbeats. One word echos in my head. Mine....

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