Stalia drabble #1.
(This is a one shot I wrote about Stiles and Malia going to a lacrosse game and Malia wearing Stiles extra lacrosse shirt because he wants her too)
Malia Tate takes off her hoodie as she feels the sun come out, she smiles softly, as she watches her boyfriend, Stiles, run across the field, where the Beacon Hills lacrosse team was warming up for their second lacrosse game of the season and Malia was watching, her boyfriend warm up with Scott, he's is already sweaty, she thinks with a light giggle as she gives him a thumb's up sign, as he smiles at her, returning the thumbs up sign.
She can't help but feel a light feeling in her chest as he mouths: "Nice shirt."
Malia feels a light blush on her cheeks as she looks down at his extra jersey she was wearing, on the back is his number, above that was stitched, and the red and white colors matched her black shirt, and flats, as she sits cross legged on the bleachers, her short hair braided in an updo, Lydia helped her with it, of course.
Her mind flashes back to the morning, as she sits on Stile's bed in his t-shirt, as he snores soundly next to her.
"Come on Stiles, you have to get up, you have a game today!." She says in an exasperated sigh, waking up Stiles could be a chore sometimes but she couldn't deny how cute her boyfriend looked sleeping soundly, a light grin on his face, she almost wondered what that frantic brain of his was dreaming of. He makes no movement, and she sighs, leaning closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against her.
"Come on." She says louder, as she shakes him, and he groans, breathing out of his nose, as he mumbles something under his breath, and she rolls her eyes, as she places her hands down on his chest.
"Stiles, come on, if I'm going to watch a whole lacrosse game today, you better not suck!" She says slightly frustrated that her boyfriend wasn't even close to getting up, and they had to be at the game in thirty minutes.
"Wont.. suck." He mumbles, and she can't help but smile, as she shakes him again, at his sleepy talk nonsense.
"Stiles." She growls, feeling her blue eyes come out, and he opens one eye to see his girlfriend, looming over him, her eyes turning slightly blue, and she feels his heart race pick up at this, and she feels a little guilty, as she watches him.
"Sorry, but glad you're awake now." She jokes lightly, as she punches his shoulder playfully, he groans, as he sits up, and then looks at his watch, and she watches as his face turns from relaxed to full on panic.
"Oh my god, we have to be there in less then thirty!" He exclaims as he sleepily throws off his covers, stumbling around in his socks and blue plaid boxers, Malia laughs lightly, as she follows him around the room, his heart beat rises higher and higher, as he frantically looks through his room for his gear and his clothes.
Slowly, Malia walks over to him, her steps are quiet, as she gently takes her face in his, her warm hands on his cheeks, as she stares into his eyes.
"Calm down your gear is downstairs, I packed it in your bag last night, and your shirt is sitting on your dresser." She says softly, as she grins at him, and his wide eyes dim down, as his face relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of relief, as he kisses her softly, smiling.
"I have the best girlfriend, ever!" He shouts, as he pulls back and looks into her eyes, not knowing how lucky he got to find her, she always did stuff like this for him, and it made him feel great.
"Yeah, yeah." She jokes, but she's happy he feels this way, she loves him so much, and does things for him out of love, and she's glad he knows this. He smiles softly, as he starts to leave but then he turns around, looking at her.
"What?" She asks, as she stands there, not sure why he's looking at her.
"What are you wearing today?" He asks, as he stands there, and she's kind of caught of guard by the question.
"Um, probably jeans and t-shirt." She mumbles, as he stares at him, but he shakes his head, as he walks over to her.
"Malia, if I ask you to do something will you do it?" He asks, and she automatically nods her head yes, but then stares at him confused.
"We're not going to kill someone, are we?" She asks, as she raises her eyebrows at him, and he laughs softly, shaking his head.
"It's just..I'd feel really great today if you wore my jersey for luck." He whispers, as he looks down, and she feels her heart light up as he looks at her bashful boyfriend, he wants her to wear his jersey? She feels her heart warm up, as she looks at him, he stares back up at her, smiling softly, as he smooths back her short brown hair.
"Of course I will, Stiles." She whispers, as she leans up and gives him a quick kiss, and he smiles lovingly at her, as he nods his head, accepting her answer, and she hears his heart beat pick up, as he leaves the room, she quickly dresses in his jersey, pulling it over her head, it's a good fit, and it makes her feel warm inside that she's carrying a piece of her boyfriend with her, she smiles wide as she slips on her skirt, and flats, already ready.
Stiles comes in five seconds later with his gear on, and his lacrosse helmet in his other hand, and she skips to him happily as they smile at each other, and he holds onto her hand, as she intertwines their fingers, loving the way his hand always seems to fit in hers.
"Let's go kick some ass." She says, and he laughs, as he grabs his stick from the door, and walks out with her to the game.
After the game, he throws his arm around her, and she gladly accepts the kiss across her temple, as they walk away from the lacrosse field.
"Told you, you would kick ass." She says, as he smiles down at her, and they walk back to his jeep.
"Only because my girl was wearing my shirt." He says, as he grins wide, and he kisses her softly, her heart beats louder at the mention of his girl, as she kisses his back, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he wraps his arms along her waist, as he pulls her closer, her hands in the back of his hair, and she can't help but think how lucky she is to have him.