Violet

First Time

"Nervous about tomorrow?" Stiles takes the seat next to me, sitting his bag on the floor.

The group is coming over tomorrow after school to look over everything the sheriff found, together.

"Kind of, I have no idea what we're gonna find." I chew the inside of my cheek anxiously.

"Hey Violet, you look nice today." A timid guy in our class I've never spoken to approaches us.

He looks over my outfit: my dark grey top hangs off my shoulders, exposing the straps of my bra that match my hair; denim shorts, black knee length socks and ankle boots. I straightened my hair and went light on the makeup, I thought I looked pretty bland today but apparently not.

"She looks nice everyday. Move it along Josh, she's taken." Stiles dismisses the boy and looks at me shaking his head.

"I'm taken?" I raise a brow at him, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Absolutely." He gives me a flirtatious smile, I'm impressed by his lack of typical awkwardness.

The bell rings, I lean in and give him a quick kiss before facing forward and opening my notebook. I see him looking at me from the corner of my eye, that adorable grin plastered on his face.

***

Stiles and I are sitting on the couch downstairs watching TV together. He drapes his arm over my shoulder and I remove it, giving him a look.

The sheriff comes into the room dressed in uniform.

"You going back into the station?" Stiles asks, looking back at his dad.

"Yeah, they need my help with something. I should be back home in a couple of hours but don't wait up."

We say are goodbyes and watch him walk out the front door. We sit quietly, waiting to hear his car start and pull out of the driveway.

As soon as he's gone I'm in Stiles' lap, his hands all over me as we kiss. We make out for a while before I stand, tugging him by the hand.

I lead him upstairs to his room, pulling him inside and reaching beside his head to push the door closed.

I strip my shirt off and unbutton my shorts sensually before sliding them down my legs.

Stiles watches me in adoration before ripping his shirt off and kissing me passionately.

We back up until we hit the bed, falling onto it. We continue kissing while we scoot back to the head board. I unbutton his pants and reach my hand in to grab him through his boxers, he groans and starts kissing my neck.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask breathlessly in his ear.

He pauses, raising his head from my neck to look at me.

"Um, yes, somewhere, hold on a sec." Stiles pecks my lips and gets off the bed to start searching the nightstand for protection.

As he does so I get under the blanket and slip my panties off. He's gone to his dresser now, rummaging through drawers. I tap my finger against my hand, growing a bit impatient.

"Got it!" He exclaims triumphantly.

He pulls his pants off and gets under the covers with me. I bite my lip in anticipation as he takes his boxers off and tosses them aside. He opens the condom wrapper with his teeth, looking extremely focused as he rolls it on. This makes me laugh and he looks over at me.

"What?"

"Nothing, you're just cute."

We smile at each other, Stiles bringing a hand up to carress my face.

I lean into his touch as he brings his lips to mine. We kiss with desire and emotion; the connection we've built during these last few weeks surging between our lips.

Stiles climbs on top of me and positions himself between my legs. Just kissing him is intoxicating, I know what we are about to do will be indescribable.

Our lips still connected, I feel him rub himself through my wetness before placing his tip at my entrance and pushing into me.

We both moan as he enters, my entire body feeling like it's been shocked to life.

As he begins moving inside me, my arms wrap around him. One hand grips his hair, the other his shoulder. My head falls back as he picks up his pace, whimpers of pleasure spilling from my open mouth.

He kisses down my neck to my breasts, reaching around to unclasp my bra. I remove it and toss it off the bed, smiling at Stiles before kissing him again.

I raise up, indicating I want him to change positions. We roll over, Stiles remaining inside me as we do so. I sit upright and begin to ride him, my movements slow and deep. He moans beneath me and grips my thighs. His hand travels up my back and he presses me down to him, kissing me gently. He rests his forhead against mine as he begins to thrust into me, matching the pace of my movements.

We simultaneously pick up speed, our lips finding their way to one another once more. He cups my face with both hands and I place my hands on his chest as we make love.

We break our kiss to gaze into each others eyes. Stiles' close breifly and his brows furrow as he inches closer to release. I lean into him, nuzzling into his neck as I come undone.

"Stilesss." He shivers beneath me at the sound of his own name, a lustful whisper on my lips as my walls tighten around him.

He embraces me as we both dive over the edge of euphoria together.

When we finish, we remain in each other arms for a few moments.

I pull back, smiling down at him. His smile falls and he sits us up suddenly, looking into my eyes.

"You're eyes." He examines me, intrigued.

"What about them?" I search his face for answers.

"They're glowing."

As he says this I spot the vibrant reflection of my eyes in his own.

They are glowing violet.

I get off of him and head for the door, grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. I scurry to the bathroom, leaning on the sink to examine my reflection. They remain luminescent for half a second longer before I blink and they're back to normal.

Stiles walks in behind me in his boxers, we look at each other in the mirror but remain silent.