Title: Touch
Summary: Sometimes, the werewolves just needed to touch.
Rating: PG, to be safe.
Author's note: Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own any part of "Teen Wolf" or its affiliated materials.
It was about…touch. Scott didn't have to think about it too deeply. He never did. After his mom had passed away, Stiles just needed it. Needed to touch someone, be touched by someone. It grounded him. And Scott was always there, always ready to help in any way he could. They never talked about it; they never needed to. Stiles had always been physical, had always needed that contact.
But lately, it was Scott that needed. Needed contact, needed to touch. Since…since he was bitten, all of his senses…needed. He breathed deeper, studying the layers and layers of scent. His eyes sought out the details, drinking them in. And…his skin, his hands…they craved another's touch. It wasn't about sex. Or lust. It never was, not between them. When Scott complained about how the 'study sessions' with Alison never got anywhere, because of the wolf, Stiles joked that Scott had a teen problem, not a wolf problem.
"Your libido's on overdrive," Stiles would joke, knowing it would make Scott blush. But this…this was different. Stiles didn't arouse him, didn't arouse out the wolf. Rather, Stiles' touch soothed the wolf, in ways that sometimes even Alison couldn't. Scott could never just lie in bed with Alison like this. He could never reach out and stroke her skin, nuzzle her bare neck, press his bare chest against hers, not without bringing out the wolf. She was still so new, so fascinating, a mystery to explore. A heady, intoxicating, addictive drug.
But Stiles…Stiles was familiar. Stiles' touch was soothing. Stiles…Stiles felt like home. Perhaps unconsciously, even before the wolf, he had memorized Stiles. His skin, his scent, his breath. Scott didn't crave Stiles, not the way he craved Alison. But, Scott needed Stiles, in ways he didn't need Alison. Stiles felt like home, life safety, like family. Because it was about touch. And she couldn't give him that. At least, not yet.