Runaway

by Hey Buddy You In London

Because all Georgia wants is to just runaway. Take Stiles and just run. Holding on is tough with everything at stake.And when Georgia gets bit, their dreams of running inch further and further away. But it's all worth it. With Georgia ready to embrace her lycanthropy, and Stiles willing to live with it, they may have a happy ending. Several. In several different positions.

Runaway

A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Georgia stood in line. Stupid people setting fire to the half the damn school. Wait a minute... Where was Stiles?

"Georgia!" She turned to see her boyfriend clumsily approaching her.

"Was this yours and Scott's doing?" She asked.

"No. Baby are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Are you?"

"Better now." He captured her lips in his own, earning deep guttering moan from her throat. Scott noticed his best friend and his best friend's better half eating the other's faces off.

"Bilinski! This is not a happy time!" Coach Finstock yelled. Georgia shot him the bird. "Stop Kissing!" He yelled. Lydia, Jackson,Danny, his boyfriend,Scott,Alison,Stiles and Georgia all looked at him. "Never mind." Stiles and Georgia resumed eating eachother's faces until sheriff Stilinski arrived.

"Stiles...Stiles... Stiles!"

"Ugh...Yeah dad?" Stiles rambled.

"You, ugh, have to come home. They're sending everyone home." Sheriff Stilinski was très embarrassé. Georgia nodded, before kissing Stiles.

"Se ya soon, babe." She said.

"You too,baby."He replied.

"Hey Georgia, aren't your parents still on vacation?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. He knew her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Land had taken a trip to the Carribean and left her in Beacon Hills.

"Yeah, why?"

"Why don't spend the night at our place? Stay for dinner and ...Other stuff. As long as you two behave." He warned.

"Sure." Georgia said. She slid into the back of the cruiser. For once, not going to jail was lucky. Not that she'd ever been to jail before. Stiles sat beside her, with no logic whatsoever. He pressed his lips to hers and began once again, eating her face off. Sheriff Stilinski cleared his throat. Stiles broke it and smiled at his girlfriend. They'd been going steady for almost a year now. Still, her sex drive hadn't kicked in yet and it frustrated Stiles sometimes but he loved her enough to understand she wasn't ready yet. When she was, she promised him a good time. Several. In several different positions. Georgia imagined, or at least hoped she was good in bed. Not that the sex was the only thing their relationship had to stand on. It was their chemistry, her faith, his loyalty, her trust, his unfailing understanding. That and so much more their love run much deeper than convenience. It was a passion.