Here's a new story for one of my favourite pairing in teen wolf :D

Erica, Erica, Erica her name ran through Stiles's mind like a marathon as he flopped face down on the bed. You still don't notice me. Her words had given him a fluttery feeling in his gut. You make a good batman. She had practically confessed her undying love for him and here he was thinking where the hell he was all this time.

Erica was beautiful, no doubt. But did he love her? He shouldn't. He knew he wasn't suppose to even like her but he coudn't help remember the feeling when she was slashing in his arms that all he could think was, Please don't die, please. The feeling of gut wrenching fear had engulfed his whole body and it was then he realised how much he cared for her, despite all the bitchiness.

He wished he had some more time to talk to her before they were interrupted. Maybe learn more about her. He wanted to learn more about her. His mind was curious for her and had the sudden urge to call her up and listen to her talk and talk and talk.

A light tap on the window interrupted his thought. He opened his curtain slightly to find, the one and only, Erica Reyes. Shocked, He opened the window.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles hissed as Erica entered the room in her black booty shorts, A leather mini jacket, Thigh high boots and a white tank that revealed a cleavage. He felt his mind wandering to places he knew he shouldn't be entering and before he knew it he was staring.

"Ehem." She looked at him with a raised brow. He cleared his throat several times muttering a 'sorry'.

"You didn't answer my question." He said.

"Well" she sighed and laid back on the bed, "I was bored."

"You were bored?" He stared dumbfounded.

"Yep!" she chirped.

"And you came here?" He said slowly as he sat next to her on the bed

"Mhmm" she drawled.

"Why?"

"Well Stiles, believe it or not, your one of the most interesting people I know."

"I am?"

"Uh-huh"

Stiles sat up and leaned against the headboard as she followed suit. He felt weird and weirdly enough, in a good way. Her body was close to his but in his mind not close enough. He wanted to scoot over and wrap his arms around her. Ok now he was seriously weirded out. Since when did he get so sappy?

"So um, what do you usually do when you're bored?" Her lustful voice broke his train of thought. She looked up at him with innocent eyes but he knew the meaning behind them.

"Um video games?" He gulped playing dumb. Stare straight ahead, don't give in.

"Well I can definitely think of something better." She drawled placing a hand on his inner thigh. His breathing hitched.

"Y-yeah?" Don't give in!"Like what?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can think of a few things." She ran her hands up and down his chest.

"Nope, not really."

She slowly but surely moved her way atop his lap. She traced her hand down the bulge in his pants and giggle as she straddled him.

"I think you've already thought of a few."

He squeezed his eyes shut, "Erica what do you want?"

She pulled back, shocked, hurt and angry. She moved aggressively off his lap and sat with her head in her hands. He just sat there awkwardly trying to cool himself down after what had just happened. He looked down at her broken expression and his heart broke a little inside.

"Erica why are you here?" he said quietly.

"Why?, Why?" She laughed a humourless laugh. "Only trying to chase the guy I've been in love with for my whole life, when he's here not even fazed by my seduction!" She got up off the bed as if ready to leave. "And now here you are probably thinking about her, while I sit here and watch you love her everyday!" Her eyes became glassy with unshed tears. But he was shocked. He hadn't even thought about Lydia ever since he started thinking about Erica. Wow.

"Erica I-"

"Every single freaking day! Do you know what that feels like? Watching the person you love look at someone else?" There were few silent tears pouring down her face.

"Believe me, you have no idea."

"Forget this, I'm leaving" She made her way to the window in aggravation.

"Erica wait!"

"What?" She snapped.

"Just- stay, don't go." He pleaded, he was shocked at how much he wanted her to stay and how much her hurt was emotionally affecting him.

"Why" She challenged but he didn't miss the tiny plea of hope laced in her voice.

Silence.

"Forget it" She turned around to leave but as if on impulse he grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him. With no warning, Stiles pulled her head forward and joined their lips in a passionate kiss. Their kisses became hungry fast. They were kissing each other frantically as if the other would disappear and Stiles could feel the explosions and fireworks going on in his stomach.

He moved her towards the bed and fell on top of her. He smiled into her mouth in which she returned with a giggle. Their tongues fought for dominance in an endless battle. He unzipped her jacket as she tore at his shirt. His mouth moved to her neck and began sucking, kissing and licking her pulse.

"Oh..." She sighed and shuddered in pleasure. "Stiles..." he lifted her shirt over her head revealing a black lace bra. His mouth hungrily move to her collarbone as she arched her body towards his. Never in his life would Stiles have thought that he would be doing something like this with a girl like Eric. He felt odd that someone like her could still want a guy like him. He kept his thoughts to himself; he didn't want to seem vulnerable.

His grunts and groans mixed with her moans and sighs as they tried to push their bodies closer then they already were. He ran his hands up and down her sides as he moved his mouth up to meet hers.

BEEP!

The noise of his farthers car horn jerked them apart. His eyes moved to the clock. 10:25.

"Shit!" He hissed, "My dad!" He frantically tossed her her clothes and threw on a rumpled shirt off the ground. He heard the front door open and close. Erica was just at the window.

"We'll talk tomorrow I swear." He promised. She nodded in understanding. He jumped in bed and pretended to sleep.

"Night Erica." He whispered. She gave him one last look before jumping out. He was surprised at the look. Erica gave him a hopeful look. Like she hoped for more in the future. And strangely enough, so did he.

So as he fell asleep that night he was back to thinking of Erica. Her hands, her touch, her lips. Erica, Erica, Erica.

So guys! This is my first Teen Wolf fic! I love this pairing! I hope you enjoyed that. Leave a review. I love constructive criticism.

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~MiLo