Violet

Withdrawals

"What did you do to him?" I close my locker door to see Scott standing on the other side of it, anger in his eyes.

Today is our first day back after the break, I got ready at Kira's and rode to school with her. I haven't spoken to Stiles all week except that first day, to tell him we were in the clear. Other than that I've ignored all of his calls and texts in an attempt to detox him from my allure.

"What do you mean?" I'm curious as to what he could be accusing me of considering I haven't seen Stiles all break.

"See for yourself." He places his hands on the shoulders of my sand colored sweater, spinning me around.

I see Stiles walking in, he looks ghostly. He's dressed in layers as if he can't get warm, white tshirt under a navy blue sweater, dark jacket on top, zipped almost to his neck. His hood is pulled up and he's moving slowly, pale hands gripping his backpack straps on his shoulders.

"Stiles?" His name comes out a whisper, but he hears it. As if he's honed in on the sound of my voice, even at it's lowest frequencies.

Relief washes over his face as he spots me and he rushes towards me, wordlessly pulling me into his arms. I'm hesitant at first, then raise my arms to hug him back tightly.

This week apart made him even worse, maybe the damage is done and there's no turning back. I push his hood back and examine his face, he looks ill. Like a drug addict in desperate need of a fix.

"Jesus, Stiles. I am so, so sorry."

Almost before I finish the sentence, his lips are on mine. He moans like my mouth is the sweetest flavor he's ever tasted. I let him kiss me for a moment before pulling back, cutting it short. He raises his trembling hands to either side of my face.

"Vi, its okay. It didn't work, see?" He gestures at himself. "So let's just be together, we can't stop it and I need you." He kisses me again, hard and rough.

Scott walks around us, yanking Stiles off of me. He gives me a dirty look and starts to drag Stiles away but I interject.

"Wait!" He stops pulling him, both boys looking at me.

I approach Stiles, gently rubbing my knuckles along his cheek. He closes his eyes and shutters, like my touch is ecstacy to him. The color has started to come back to his face after our interaction.

Scott sees it too, the harsh edge of his glare softening.

"I don't understand. I thought being with you is what was hurting him."

"It was. But I guess being without me completely is worse."

"I'm right here guys, hello? Stiles Stilinski, witty humor, charming good looks." He points to himself, already beginning to spring back to life.

I laugh and step forward into his arms, he holds me firmly, more loving and less desperate than before.

"We still have to figure out a solution." I say to both of them but don't raise up from Stiles' chest.

"I know." Stiles kisses the top of my head before resting his face on it.

"Pack meeting, after school." Scott pats Stiles on the back before leaving us to our embrace.

"I missed you severely." Stiles gives me a gentle squeeze.

I finally raise up from his arms and kiss him. Now that I know denying myself of him isn't going to help, I can really enjoy the feel of his lips on mine again.

"Stiles, I don't know if what you feel for me is genuine or if I've just got you in some inescapable trance."

"Vi-" I kiss him again, cutting off his words.