Stiles honked his horn for the third time, throwing a quick glance into the backseat at his best friend.
Scott just shrugged his shoulders, "She's your girlfriend, why are you glaring at me?"
The sound of the front door shutting pulled both boy's attention back towards the house.
"What are you wearing?" Stiles yelled through the open window.
"Clothes. Stiles I'm wearing clothes," I pulled the door open, tugging extra hard as it tends to stick.
"Seriously Savannah, I know that you're wearing clothes, but why are you wearing a skirt?" Stiles popped the transmission into first and pulled away from the curb in front of my house.
"Umm… since when am I not allowed to wear skirts?"
"We're going bowling," Stiles glanced at Scott through the rearview mirror, "I don't understand girls."
"Again man, why are you looking at me?" Scott leaned forward, his head situated between our bodies.
"Because you seem to get them better than I do," Stiles threw a frustrated glance in my direction, which was only met with a defiant smirk. "See, I don't get them."
"Yet, you always seems to find yourself drawn towards them," Scott laughed.
Stiles shook his head, "Well, one part of my anatomy is drawn towards them. I blame that part for all of my troubles with the female population."
"Oh stop whining Stiles, you're doing just fine for yourself. Where are we going, this isn't the direction of the bowling alley." I reached across, grabbing Stiles cap off his head.
"Hey…" His words halted as he watched me pull the hat down on my head, "Nevermind, you keep that. We're headed to the animal clinic."
I looked at Scott, "Why?"
"Deaton has something he needs to show me, shouldn't take anymore than 10 or 15 minutes."
I ruffled his hair, "So more like 25 or so, right?"
Scott rolled his eyes, "I'm not sure how you don't understand this one Stiles, she's just like you."
We pulled into the parking lot of Scott's work place, Stiles leaving the engine idling as I hoped out, allowing Scott to slide out from the backseat.
"I'll be quick, I promise," He shouted as he jogged away from the Jeep.
I climbed back up into the passenger's seat, angling my body so I was facing the brown-eyed boy sitting next to me, "Any idea why he's in there?"
Stiles shook his head, his hand moving across the space, coming to rest on my knee, "Nope, he didn't happen to mention it." His long fingers slowly started to inch up my thigh.
I slapped at the back of his hand, "What are you doing?"
I giggled at the hurt expression that crossed his features, "What, I'm just trying to take full advantage of this skirt."
"Scott will be out at any minute," I sucked in a mouthful of air as those fingers disappeared.
"Shit Savannah! It sure doesn't take much to get you wet, now does it." His fingers brushed across the silky fabric covering my center.
"Stiles, I swear...stop talking…" I gripped his arm with my hands, the anticipation causing me to squirm.
He looked at me, leaning in and kissing me softly. His fingers continued their slow torture, touching me everywhere but the spot I wanted them to be. "Who knew that you'd be into public displays of foreplay. I'm a bit surprised that you are this kinky."
"Stilinski. I. Will….." I gasped as those magical fingers slipped beneath, sliding through my folds.
A smile danced across his lips, and he flicked his tongue out, wetting the skin.
My eyes fluttered closed, the back of my head hitting the seat. I lifted my hips, angling them so he had more room to maneuver.
"Jesus girl don't be such an eager beaver," He laughed and I wanted to slap and kiss him at the same time.
"Stiles...please…." I pleaded. My begging was rewarded when he slipped one long finger into me slowly, followed by another quickly after.
He moved them deftly, finding the perfect rhythm with quick accuracy.
I felt my walls start to clench around him and reached out, blindly with my right hand, fumbling for his shirt. My hands grasped the fabric and I pulled. My eyes opened, briefly, long enough to bypass any chance of our faces crashing together, and brought his lips to mine. The kiss muffled my moans, biting on his bottom lip when his thumb pressed against my clit. I tugged him closer when the pressure became more intense, sending shockwaves through the small bundle of nerves. I lifted my hips again, allowing his fingers deeper access and the pressure that had been building in my abdomen, finally escaped, washing me in a flood of ecstasy. His fingers kept working, riding out the wave. My tongue danced for dominance in his mouth and I tugged again, trying to get him closer as I came down from my high.
I breathed out, in almost a sigh as he removed his hands from my body, popping them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
"What….that's new," I couldn't take my eyes from him, the move so completely erotic.
He smirked, not bothering, for once, with any words.
A slap against the door startled us both and we turned in unison to stare at our friend.
"Are you going to let me in?" Scott's brows furrowed, "What is wrong with you? You're all flushed looking." His eyes flicked from Stiles to me and back again, "Oh god...just eww guys."
Laughter erupted as I slid from the car, letting Scott climb into the backseat once again.
"I can't leave you two alone at all, can I?"
The disgusted look on Scott's face only caused us to giggle even more. Finally, giving up with a sigh, he leaned back against the seat, "Guess you don't have an issue with her skirt anymore, do you?"
Stiles looked at his best friend and then over at me. He smiled, shaking his head, "Nope, no problem, what-so-ever."