Violet

Finally

"No, absolutely not." Stiles points a disciplinary finger at me as I walk down the stairs.

I'm wearing a tight, white, quarter sleeve vneck tucked into my short black skirt with velvet purple pumps. My eyes sport a subtle smokey eye look and my lips shine with my signature clear gloss. I didn't straighten my hair today, deciding to wear it partialy pinned back, with its natural wave.

"What?" I look at him and down at my outfit.

"Wha-, it-it's, you- legs!" He waves a hand, gesturing at my legs like that's a valid explanation.

The Sheriff walks back into the house, grabbing his keys that he forgot on the counter.

"Dad! Do you see what she's wearing?" Stiles turns to his father for help.

The sheriff peaks around the corner to look at me and smiles.

"Yes, you look very pretty Violet. Nice heels." He gives a thumbs up, clearly not understanding what his son is getting at.

He gives Stiles a quick pat on the back and walks back out, leaving for work.

Stiles stares after his father, throwing his hands up in defeat.

"Unbelievable." He shakes his head in dissaprovel.

"Look, if I have to fight anyone for trying anything with you, it's on your conscience." He points his finger at me again, walking out of view.

He doubles back to check me out and I laugh, shoving him forward towards the door.

***

"Alright, so, whats the plan?" Stiles asks the group as we're all huddled around Scott and Stiles table in the only class we all share.

The boys are in their seats, I'm leaned over the table beside Stiles, Kira sits on it by Scott and Lydia stands with her arms crossed, eyes skeptical of me.

Stiles told them that I know about everything, so now we're trying to figure out our next move.

"I could ask my mom if she's ever heard of any fox known for its sweet scent." Kira suggests, smiling at me kindly.

"That sounds good, let's ask around and do some research." Scott nods.

He smiles up at Kira and rubs her thigh before turning his attention to Lydia.

"Lydia, have you had any of your visions or just a feeling?" He asks her.

"Just a feeling, for now. But I'll let you know if anything changes." He nods in response and she walks back to sit at her table.

Stiles looks behind me and I follow his gaze, some guy is blatantly staring at my ass.

"Can you please put some pants on? Or at the very least sit down?" Stiles pulls me by the waist into his lap, glaring at the guy.

I laugh and wrap my arms aroung his neck, ruffling his hair.

Scott and Kira share a look, Kira smiles at us but Scott looks concerned. I guess he doesn't trust me right now either, especially around his best friend.

I hope our search to find out more about me brings us all closer together, but I have an unfortunate feeling that it's going to do the opposite once we find out the truth.

***

After shcool, Stiles and I are hanging out in his room. He's sitting on his bed and I lay across him, my legs in his lap. His back rests against the head board and his arm drapes over my knees.

I give a frustrated sigh, closing the book on mythological creatures I checked out from the library.

"Do we even know what we're looking for?" I look at him and he smiles at my frustration.

"Not exactly. All we really have to go on is your 'sweet and alluring scent'" he uses air quotes. "Whatever that means." He lets out a sigh himself, tossing his own book aside.

I sit up and scoot closer to him.

"There might be something else... it may be nothing or could even have been my imagination, or like, the lighting or something." I nervously pick at the skin around my finger nails.

Stiles takes my hand, holding it in his own, his honey brown eyes searching mine.

"What is it?"

"A while ago, I thought I saw my eyes... glow purple. Just like this." I tug at a strand of my vibrant hair with my free hand. "But only for like half a second."

Stiles looks intrigued, leaning in closer to examine my eyes.

He rests his hands on either side of my face, tilting my head back slightly for better lighting.

I smile at how cute he looks when he's focused, my eyes wondering to his lips. He notices and smiles back at me, moving in closer.

The way he looks at me makes me feel a million times prettier than I ever actually could be.

We pause with our lips almost touching, he closes the space between them, finally kissing me.

I kiss him back, my hand snaking around to grab his hair, deepening the action.

I begin to lean back and he follows suit, leaning over me, our lips never parting.

Tugging on the front of his shirt, my legs part as he climbs between them.

This kiss feels like the ones you see in the movies, its hot and sexy but also gentle and caring.

A satisfied moan hums against my lips, I echo his sounds of enjoyment as we make-out on his bed.

His hand travels down to grip my thigh, hiking my skirt up slightly. I wrap my legs around him, our fronts pushing together. He grinds against me and we both moan, if it feels this good through clothing, I can only imagine how it'd feel without them.

I push on his chest and he lays back to the mattress as I straddle him. I start kissing down his neck, not being shy with my tongue. He groans in satisfaction and grabs my backside with both hands.

I hear a car door shut outside, most likely his dad coming home. I lift my head and look at Stiles, his eyes heavy with lust, begging me to continue.

"Did you hear that?" I ask him, a little out of breath.

"Hmm? No, what? I didn't hear anything." He cups my face and pulls me back to his lips.

We kiss a moment longer and I smile against his lips as I hear the front door open. I demount and Stiles sits up, I straighten my skirt and he wipes my gloss from his face. As we hear his dad climb the steps, we grab our books and do our best to look like we weren't just attached to one another.

"Oh, hey dad, what's up?" Stiles looks up at him as he approaches his doorway.

His dad looks serious, almost upset.

Stiles and I share a look, wordlessly wondering if he somehow knows what we were just doing.

"Is everything okay?" Stiles asks, brows bunching in concern.

"Yeah, I just need to talk to Violet." He looks at me with sympathy. "It's about your mom."

My heart rate picks up in a completely different way than it had moments ago from kissing Stiles.

The organ pounds against my rib cage, dread building in the pit of my stomach.