Violet

Star Crossed

Lydia drops me off at home, I walk up the driveway digging through my bag for my house key. I still haven't found it when I reach the front door, I'm only standing there for a second before the door swings open.

"Vi!" Stiles pulls me into a hug like we haven't seen each other in years.

"You saw me yesterday." I laugh and hug him back, nuzzling into his chest.

"Feels like a million years ago." He holds me close and kisses the top of my head.

I pull back enough to look up at him and he cups my face. He looks at me with such longing in his eyes, I don't stand a chance when he leans in to kiss me.

Fireworks

My hand automatically finds his hair, pulling him even closer to me and deeper into the kiss. I finally come to my senses and place my hand on his chest, pushing myself away from his lips.

"Stiles." I shake my head.

He gives a glum nod in understanding and steps aside.

As I walk past he tugs my wrist and turns me back to him, he grabs both sides of my face and kisses me again. I melt into him, my bag dropping from my shoulder, hitting the floor.

We back up until I'm against the counter and he lifts me onto it. He steps between my legs and I wrap them around his waist, our kiss electric.

"We can't." I remind him, panting for breath.

"I don't care." Another fiery kiss.

My arms drape around his neck, fingers lost in his chocolate hair, his in my waves of orchid.

The last thing I want to do is pull away, but I have to.

"Your life is at stake! I don't want to hurt you."

I bow my head slightly and close my eyes tight, maybe I can resist the temptation if I don't look at him. My plan fails quickly as he hooks a finger under my chin, raising my head. My eyes open, meeting his warm embers, and I'm done for.

He leans in slowly, stopping right before connecting our lips.

"You won't." They press together and logic looses all meaning.

He picks me up and we continue to kiss as he walks us upstairs, to his room. He falls to the bed with me, breaking our kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

He stands to remove his jeans and I get out of my clothes with haste, desperate to feel him inside me again.

Stiles climbs back on top of me and I'm drenched in excitement for him, he pushes inside me with a sensual grunt. I moan immediately, feeling pleasure in every fiber of my being.

As he moves inside me I feel alive. I kiss him hungrily, like a feral animal that has been starved in captivaty. He moans deeply, from his core, a tone emitting so much satisfaction, I orgasm already at the sound of it. I cling to him, quivering as my insides grip him tightly. He gasps at the sensation, as if he's never felt anything like it; like its the most pleasurable thing he's ever endured.

We flip over, Stiles' back against the mattress. I lean over him, carressing his handsome face with both hands as I kiss him again. He groans and begins thrusting his hips upward, hitting the perfect spot, as always. I moan against his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth.

I slide my hands down his neck, chest, up his arms, finally intertwining my fingers with his. We hold hands as we move in sync, two halves to a whole. I break our kiss to look at him, his face portraying the intense pleasure I'm feeling.