AN:
So, consider this, my second Teen Wolf story, perhaps?
I edited this because I felt like the first one was just a horrible Sterica fic. It didn't even do them justice... so I had to edit the dialogue and make it right. I had to make Sterica right.
I had to make Sterica right.
It's eleven o'clock at night. School is long forgotten. Failed homework assignments and D–'s are all a blur to the clean, shaven boy who's sweating his night away.
He doesn't even remember half of the night.
All he knows is that Isaac decided to just invite everyone to a mini-get together — and this is how he found himself drinking the fourth cup of probably spiked soda.
It's kind of a great idea though; more like a genius one — one that only Isaac or Stiles could have thought of. Because if he would have said no, he would have probably been watching a rerun of some horribly written television show that got canceled after one season.
Hell, he thinks of it now, he would have been asleep.
He wouldn't be here... dancing to the same song for ten minutes. Well, he can't really consider whatever movement he's doing right now a dance. It's more like a young toddler trying to dance – cute and effervescent. It's nothing compared to Lydia's grace in her dance. It's all fluid like choreography, with some repeated moves and some new styles, but it works perfectly.
Actually, it works brilliantly, because Stiles cannot stop staring — and she's so oblivious.
She can't even see his big brown, wide eyes sinking into her.
It almost pisses him off. Almost.
Because he's not even staring at her anymore. Once he takes a large gulp of his soda, he turns to the blonde.
He notices, and now is gaze is locked on the swing of her hips and the leg being thrown from side to side, Stiles realizes — now that... that is true grace. It's almost too overbearingly perfect.
She's smiling so broad and tight that it's revealing how much of an amazing bone structure she has. Cheekbones so excellently placed so that her smile is exactly the impression of a seductress.
Not that he thinks of her as one... at all. Even though, she plays the part so well. She isn't one.
Now looking at her bare feet, sliding across the concrete, she'll never be one. She's too much of a monumental statue to even be compared to one. She leaves too much of an impression on Stiles to be one.
And, even as her hair sticks to the sweat glands on her face. Erica grabs a handful of it with one hand and shakes it back.
It's almost like one of those shows on the animal channel, where they reveal the animals reactions to certain events, sort of like a documentary – Erica's documentary. Erica, the Girl Wolf, documentary, to be precise.
Stiles can't stop staring.
Her dress is so tight, so short, and so red that it makes it so hard to stop staring. And her curves! They're like an impressive slope proving that she's not one to be messed with. He can only just stand there so dumbfounded.
She's swinging her legs back and forth, in such an elegant and wild way. He doesn't even know how those two go together, but right now they just simply do.
She's laughing so much that it makes Stiles chuckle as he takes another sip of his drink — his drink that's already finished because when he actually turns away from her for once the soda's gone and all he can do now is shake his hips to the rhythm of the song.
The same damn song that's been playing for so long.
Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes,
Oh, Erica's definitely getting loose. She's loosening from Stiles's imaginary grasp. He wants to grab her in and keep her close to him. He wants Erica...
Please, Louise, pull me off my knees,
God, Stiles is definitely on his knees and it's all because of this one night.
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack,
He actually starts to whimper low because he knows she isn't even his anymore. Supposedly, Boyd and she have an undefined relationship —or whatever the hell it is — and it kills him to know he lost her.
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose.
Stiles is pissed off now, not almost, fully, because the very beautiful girl that's dancing her night away in front of him isn't his.
And then, Erica stops and turns to him. Her curls return to her chest while a very large smirk plasters on her face. Then, for the first time tonight, she extends her hand to someone else.
Stiles.
"Dance with me."
Hell yes! is the very first thought that crosses his head. A very triumphant smile crosses his face, but then he remembers very clearly of why she isn't his again.
Boyd.
"Erica, I'm not kind of guy," He reassures her, which causes the smirk to leave her face as fast as it took her to extend her hand. "I don't – I won't be that guy."
"You aren't anyone but Batman," She insists, shaking her hand a little so he could extend his and dance with her. "My Batman." Erica pouts.
Stiles' heart very well jumps at her directing 'my' towards Stiles.
"What is Boyd then?"
"What? What does Boyd have to do with this?" Her face is packed with confusion and she quickly lowers her hand.
"He's your boyfriend..." Stiles states, almost immediately regretting that he's said it, because it manages to tick something in Erica's expression, changing it into a quick laugh.
"Boyfriend – Boyd, what? That's funny, really funny. You're funny, Stiles," Erica finishes, chuckling a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm, uh, hilarious," He jokes blindly along, completely confused as to what the hell is happening.
"You don't actually believe that Boyd and I are together, do you?" She asks, making him slightly nervous to nod.
But, he does —did. "So you guys aren't going out?"
"No." She laughs again.
"Wow, okay, then this whole – jealousy thing was for no reason," he stammers, slapping his hand on his cheek, dragging it down. "That's quite... embarrassing."
At first, she smirks so smugly that it annoys the hell out of Stiles. Then, she tilts her head and narrows her eyes. She's looking at him a bit too firmly and it's a little unnerving.
"What?"
"I just – I thought you would know me a little better. I thought you'd remember who I belong to," she replies, giving Stiles a look he's never seen her flash. It's like a sad, confused stare, and it's one he doesn't like too well... or even at all.
"I'm sorry." She looks down for a few minutes.
"It's fine," she simply says, turning away from him, but he quickly grabs the arm that's closest to him and brings her back to him in a quick millisecond.
"You asked me to dance," he blurts, bobbing his head, "and I will."
Once he actually begins to dance, a very big smile forms on her face. He nails making her happy again and that seems to cool his nerves a little.
"Come on, dance!" He shouts, throwing his head from side to side. Only causing Erica's smile to expand. "Erica," Stiles continues, using her arms as extra help to dance.
She still doesn't move. At all.
"Are you going to be mad all night?" Erica only throws her hands on his shoulder before shaking her head.
"Stiles." He slightly knows that this is going to be offensive. "Stop dancing." And yeah, this is offensive.
"Gee, thanks, it's not like I have time to rehearse my moves."
"I didn't rehearse mine."
"Well, we don't all look good at dancing."
"You think I look good?" She innocently and intentionally asks Stiles – the one who's been eyeing her all night. She knows very well that it's going to bring her an upper hand.
Hell, Stiles wants to see her smile.
"I think you look amazing, Erica." A smile rises once he mentions her name... as if her name is honey on his lips.
"Thank you," she says.
And like if it's a coincidence, the music changes and Kenny Loggins is forgotten.
"Do you want to dance?" Stiles asks, extending his hand this time, "I mean, I might once in a while step on you because my feet weren't touched with the fairy dust of dance, but I'm capable."
"Alright then, Stiles. Let's waltz." She places her hand in his.
"Waltz? Um, what's a waltz?"
"Looks like we have a lot of work to do."
They never did learn how to waltz. Stiles kept stepping on her and she got tired... so they just danced in harmony with her head rested on his shoulder.
Just like they did on their wedding night.
AN:
Did you guys like it? I felt like there was something wrong the first time so I had to fix it.
Constructive criticism welcomed!