Stiles woke up little before the sunrise and was covered in cold sweat caused by a nightmare. During the summer he hadn't suffered nightmares anymore, but now they had came back again. For a few daunting moments Stiles was terrified of the loneliness but then he heard Malia breathing behind her and felt her hands solidly wrapped around him. The next minutes Stiles just concentrated on slowing his heart beat to it's normal rate and feeling grateful of Malia coming over again this night. She made him feel more at peace than no one else could have at that moment. She was his rock when everything else was crumbling under him.
After Stiles was sure he was calm again, he slowly made his way freeing himself enough to turn around. The task was much more harder than he had remembered, and for a fleeting moment Stiles wondered if Malia automatically held him tighter when he wasn't sleeping calmly. Malia woke up causal of Stiles' abnormal movement and opened her eyes wide open. She held him as tightly as ever and had this attentive look in her eyes. "Are you okay?" she asked and clearly realized why Stiles had woken up.
"I'm glad you came over", Stiles said and touched Malia's cheek, causing Malia finally lighten her grip. Things had gotten so intensive day before when they were talking in the car, so intensive that Stiles had just walked away in the end. Even though he was really relieved that Malia knew what he had done, he still had hard time to deal with it and Malia didn't seem to understand why. Stiles had been sure that Malia wouldn't come around in a while again, but for his surprise she crawled next to him earlier that night.
"Me too, I don't sleep well without you", Malia responded bluntly. Stiles knew that there was some kind of tension between them, but he was glad that it wasn't big enough for her to back away again. Truth was that Stiles needed space for himself to figure out things with himself and with Scott, but at the same time he didn't want to be away from Malia. It was a fact, that they had been drifting apart and though they didn't have that many secrets between them anymore it hadn't mended their relationship. But it was progress that Malia didn't just let him be even after walking away from her. That she didn't just give up on trying to understand even though she didn't understand why this was tearing Stiles apart so much.
"Sorry I woke you up", Stiles said feeling guilty. "I don't mind", she responded and slowly unwrapped her hands around Stiles so he could hold her if he wanted to - which was the case many times. Malia had learned quite fast that even though she was mainly the 'big spoon' Stiles also wanted to do the wrapping sometimes. And as she gave him space Stiles moved his other hand under Malia's head and other on her waist while both still laying on their side.
"Nightmare?" Malia asked after a long moment of silence and Stiles just slowly stroking her waist. "Mm.." Stiles just mumbled and was concentrated on looking anything but Malia's eyes. Malia frowned for a moment and then just gave up on trying to ponder if she should ask more or not, and reached for Stiles' lips instead.
Stiles was confused only for a second until he pulled her closer and responded to the kisses. It didn't take long at all for Malia to sway herself over him and continue kissing on that position - her and his favourite position. Stiles' hands were wondering on Malia's skin and time to time he was lifting his head and shoulders as if making sure they wouldn't break the lip connection at any point.
Regardless how far Stiles tried to follow her, Malia pulled herself up to get rid of her shirt. Before realizing what she was about to do, Stiles frowned with disappointment. After the shirt was gone Malia returned to kiss Stiles' slightly grinning lips. Their bodies were moving on a sync and both knew what each one wanted. Malia pushed him against the mattress with her hips while Stiles tightened his grip on her hips. On a split moment he suddenly swung her on her back and took his place on top of her. But he didn't return to kiss Malia's lips, but instead her neck, which made Malia squirm under him. One nip on the ear and he got himself a growl.
Malia's eyes flashed bright blue and she was about to force him under her again, but she never got that far. Before she could even try to turn him over Stiles had already placed him hands on her wrists and pinned them against the bed, and doing the same with his waist pinning her right against the mattress. Sometimes Malia wondered how Stiles knew her actions and desires before she herself even recognized them.
Later on Malia realized it must have been the look in Stiles' eyes that made her unable to move him, not that much the strength. For a short moment Malia wondered if Stiles was able to do more than just defend himself. If there was some truth behind Scott's uncertainties about Stiles. 'Cause at that moment Stiles' eyes didn't show any weakness or doubt, only determination. And now it was focused on Malia.
Her eyes glared with blue and finally she freed her arms but only 'cause he let her, knowing that they would find their way to Stiles' back. He just slightly bit his jaws together when Malia sank her claws into his back, but it didn't seem particularly painful. More like something else…
Malia pulled him closer so she could kiss Stiles again. And for a moment there was nothing else going on in the world except this. Stiles taking the control. And she letting him.