Requested by Lexim325:

What about if Allison just got back from Paris and she can't sleep and Scott hears her unsteady heart rate and goes to see her. They cuddle and Allison finally falls asleep.

Scott would usually take his motorcycle, but something inside him propelled him to walk to Stiles' tonight. It wasn't a long walk, especially when you had werewolf super-strength and speed. And now, as Scott headed home from a long night of Stiles-time, Scott took it slow, taking a leisurely stroll through the streets of Beacon Hills. It was already 12:30 am, but Melissa was pretty lenient on her 1 am curfew. If Scott's out later then that, Melissa usually assumes it's just werewolf busy. He had time to spare.

He took the long way home, winding through familiar streets, the night silent and calming. He hadn't even realized he was near Allison's house until he heard the familiar beating of her heart, the delicious scent of her perfume, and the light sound of her breathing. His head tilted in the direction of her house, which was just across the street. He listened closely and realized that her heart rate was off - it was much faster then usual. To Scott, it seemed as if she wasn't exactly having a peaceful sleep. In disagreement with his mind, his heart forced him to run across the street. He hesitated before climbing up the side of her house, something he had gotten quite used to when he and Allison had dated, especially with Chris's watchful eye. He knew he shouldn't do this - the two of them were over, through - but he couldn't seem to stop. His hands and feet disobeyed his brain and he reached the window.

Unsurprisingly, she was laying down on her bed, lights off, staring up at the ceiling. The covers were pulled off of her, revealing just a bra and shorts serving as pajamas. He knocked gently on the window, but regretted the decision as soon as his hand hit the glass.

Allison's head whipped towards the glass and her eyes scanned the darkness. When she settled on Scott's embarrassed smirk, she rolled her eyes. She dashed out of bed, re-locked the door, and shoved a sweatshirt on before opening the window. "What are you doing here?" she whispered. She was furious. Her heart picked up.

"I just . . . I was walking home and I heard your heartbeat . . . and you seemed restless," Scott explained slowly, taking in Allison's reactions. So far, all she'd done is scowl. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Allison sighed, realizing he only had good intentions, and slipped the window up further. "I'm fine," Allison said as Scott slid through the opening. "Just jet-lagged, is all."

"Oh, right!" Scott says, nodding his head, belatedly recalling that Allison had gone to Paris for two weeks. The two hadn't really talked much this summer, and two-weeks without her had seemed almost normal. "How was the trip?"

"Great, actually," Allison said, laying back down on the bed. "I learned a lot of interesting things from my family." She had been visiting distant Argents in hopes of gaining more werewolf-related information.

"I'm assuming you told them you were still a hunter?" Scott guessed. From what he had heard, the Argents were very strict when it came to their family duty - if they learned that Allison, and even Chris, had strayed from the path, who knows what they would do.

"Yeah," Allison laughed. "I definitely didn't mention the fact that I'm friends with a whole pack of wolves." Scott joined in her laughter and then he was laying down beside her. "Or that my best friend is a Banshee, and my ex is an Alpha."

"Probably a good idea."

"Definitely," Allison agreed, her laughter subsiding. Scott watched as her smile grew smaller, her eyes settling on the ceiling, her breath growing calm. They sat in silence for a moment - Scott watching Allison, Allison watching the fan spin - before anyone spoke again. "How's my heart rate?"

"Huh?"

"You said you came here because my heart rate was up. Well, how's it now?" Allison asked, turning on her side to face him. Scott did the same, his insides churning.

He listened carefully, tilting his head for dramatic effect. Allison smirked. "Much better."

"You always did help me relax." Scott just nodded. "But I still don't think I could fall asleep. The time change is just too weird. Do you think . . . Um, never mind."

"What is it?" Scott said.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me!" Scott encouraged, nudging her teasingly in the side. She wrapped her arms around herself like armor, but her lips were curving upwards.

"I just . . . I thought maybe you could help me fall asleep." She didn't say anything more, but Scott could see the question in her eyes. The silent pleading to help her in a way that he knew he shouldn't. They weren't dating. They hadn't been for a while now. He couldn't do this again.

But he wanted to so badly.

So he carefully wrapped his arms around her, tucking her small body into his, twisting her around so that her back was pressed against her chest. He felt her sink into his hold and he squeezed tighter. She twined her legs with his and reached back to clasp his hand. Her body was warm against his, the shape of it against her so familiar it hurt.

They laid there silently for a while, just listening to each other's breathing. It was so quiet, yet Scott couldn't hear anything.

He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, ever so lightly. But she was already asleep.