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Jackson didn't know why he did it. They had never been close. Stiles shouldn't have ben even a little bit happy that he was back. So why did he look like it was Christmas and he had gotten exactly what he had asked for? Jackson made it clear that he hated the brunette. Sties wasn't exactly his biggest fan before the kanima incident and he sure as hell wasn't throwing any parties for him before Jackson decided to leave.

Stiles had initiated the hug but Jackson hadn't taken even a second to return it. The way Stiles had wrapped around him, pressed against him, come to him, had pulled at something himself. The hug went on for what seemed like forever. Stiles' arms were firm and warm, the nose pressed against his neck was cool against heated skin. Stiles began to pull away. Reflexively, his arms tightened. The thought of the embrace ending made his heart thump in a way that made him uncomfortable.

He took a moment to scent the human. Stiles smelled like freshly laundered linens and cigarette smoke, his hair had the softest metallic hint, and Jackson could detect the greasy odor of curly fries. The idea of Stiles smoking made his blood boil. Stiles had always been too smart for things of that nature. Sure, he drank occasionally in social settings, but it wasn't a lot and e didn't go crazy. Jackson had seen his fair share of parties and drunken teens falling all over themselves and throwing up on their parents furnishings. He had seen people yelling secrets in a drunken stupor. But drinking was one thing and smoking was another.

"You smoke?" Jackson asked with a furrowed brow.

Stiles pulled back with a quirked eyebrow. "What?" He scoffed. "No."

"You smell like smoke."

Stiles looked perplexed and then he seemed to come to a sudden realization. His mouth formed a soft "O" and his eyes were filled with light. He laughed lightly.

"I work at the station and some of the guys smoke. I guess I must have picked up the scent," he crinkled his nose "No one has mentioned it before."

Jackson mumbled, "I don't like it."

Stiles didn't say anything. He looked at Jackson for long moment. His face was soft and a deep pink crept up his neck to paint his cheeks. He coughed an cleared his throat.

"I'll, uhmm, try to be more careful." He looked at Jackson's chest. Jackson felt the humans arms tightened. Stiles adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. His heart beat and breathing had picked up.

"Problem Stilinski?"

"Pshhh no."

He huffed and pulled away completely. He turned and began to pick up his files. Jackson took the chance to appraise the rear end he was faced with. It was plump and round, full and sweet. Jackson bit his tongue. No. He was not attracted to Stilinski! Of all the people in this godforsaken town... NO! Stiles was chatty and nosy. He always had his cute little upturned nose in someone else's business. He was also much too jumpy. He was always jumping around and darting here and there. The boy couldn't sit still. That irritated Jackson. He was hard to keep track of; not that Jackson was keeping track of him.

Nope. He was not going to dwell on this.

"Whatever. Just pick up your files and join the pack." He said over his shoulder as he walked towards the back room. Stiles didn't reply but he was sure he felt brown eyes on his retreating back.

So... I cut it short... SORRY!

I'm liking this one so far. I can see it going places.

Hope you enjoyed it lovelies!