Drabble: Scott/Kira
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~900
Prompts: "Are you my boyfriend?" – Sentence Blocks from WriteWorld + gifset (see on AO3 version)

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Her heart is still beating crazily in her chest even though those… those creatures ran off at least fifteen minutes ago, and she's still feeling totally overwhelmed enough right now, her breaths all uneven and her eyes a little watery.

Gosh, she's so pathetic, isn't she?

Wrapping her arms around herself, she looks over her shoulder at the others again, as if they've suddenly moved in the last five minutes. Malia's still on the ground, her injured leg stretched out and Stiles and Scott kneeling on either side of her, and Derek and Lydia are sort of leaning against the wall for support, as if their legs don't want to or simply can't hold them up on their own for right now. All things considered, Derek seems fine, but Kira can hear his heavy breaths and accelerated heart rate and knows that he's just as shaken up as the rest of them. Lydia has both of her hands closed around one of his, for some reason, knuckles white from her grip, and Derek either just doesn't notice or doesn't really mind it.

Scott looks up to meet her eyes and she manages a small smile, hugging herself tighter as another breeze passes.

He seems totally spooked.

Not that she can blame him, of course. Those skeletal things were terrifying to just look at, let alone fight against, and if something that's supposedly after them was able to knock them down so easily, how are they going to handle this?

But it's still unsettling to see him like this, and maybe that seems silly, but she doesn't care. She hates seeing him so shaken up.

He gives a squeeze to Malia's arm, waiting for her small nod of reassurance before standing up and walking over to Kira. "Hi," she says lamely, but then he sets a hand on her arm above her elbow and rubs his thumb into her skin, echoing the word in return. "I kind of wish I brought a warmer jacket," she adds, just to say something.

Scott chuckles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"I wish I had one to offer you." She feels her cheeks warm. It's silly, really, that after everything that's happened, she can still blush like a little girl. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm… I feel fine." It's mostly true. Yeah, her side is a little sore – there must be a few bruises on her body, maybe a scratch or two from when those bony claws had hit her – but that's hardly anything to be worried about, especially when Malia is the one with the gash in her leg and Derek has been through so much. Honestly, she feels pathetic because she couldn't do more, and even when she came to help Scott and Malia, those creatures knocked her down so easily. "I'm fine," she repeats, because he doesn't seem reassured.

"Okay," he breathes, squeezing her arm a little tighter. It would feel nicer if it wasn't so alarming. "I'm just glad you're alive."

She blinks, surprised. "What?"

"When they hurt you earlier, I just… There was this second where I thought…"

"That I might be…" She can't bring herself to say the word.

He nods, knowing what she's trying to say, and she closes her eyes, remembering the way he'd screamed out her name. It makes sense, why he's so shaken up. Yes, what they went through tonight was terrifying, but she could tell it was more than just that and now she knows why.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling her against him, and she wraps her arms around him and presses her head against his shoulder.

He rubs his hand over her back a few times, slow and gentle, and after a moment, she pulls her head back and meets his eyes. "I'm sorry about Mexico. About hurting you," she tells him, and before he can interrupt, she adds, "I know I had no choice, and that you said it was okay and that we were protecting Lydia, but I just need to apologize."

He nods a bit like he understands this and she feels herself smile. "You know, now that you mention Mexico…"

"What about it?" she asks when he doesn't say anything else.

He slides his hand up her arm gently, lifting it off of her shoulder to grasp her chin between his fingers, and her eyelids flutter closed as he presses his lips against hers. Her blood is thrumming and her skin is tingling and she'd be embarrassed at how fast her heart is beating because she knows Scott can hear it, probably even feel it with how they're pressed so closely together, but he makes this little noise of contentment and it's like her senses are suddenly awake, because she can hear that Scott's heart is beating just as quickly as hers.

He pulls away and she blinks her eyes open, smiling. She can hear Lydia saying something, but the girl's voice is distant to Kira right now.

When she finds her voice again, she says, "Not that I'm complaining, but what did that have to do with Mexico?"

He chuckles. "Something Braeden asked me when we went to find Derek," he explains, pushing his fingers through her hair. "She asked why I didn't kiss you before we left, and if I'd regret not doing it if I never saw you again. And I don't want to regret not being with you."

"Me neither," she says, meaning it. "So, does this mean… Are you my boyfriend?"

"I'm whatever you want me to be."

"Good answer," she laughs, and he brings their lips together again. She could definitely get used to this.