A thump comes from the floorboards upstairs and Stiles instantly smiles. He quickly picks up the vase of flowers and carefully sets it in the cupboard above the sink. Then he reaches for one of the bags of popcorn he'd set out on the counter. He tears it open and pops it in the microwave, just as he hears the pitter-patter of feet coming down the stairs. The microwave chirps as he hits the start button, then hums to life. Just as the glass plate begins to turn, Malia's arms slip around him from behind. She hooks her chin over his shoulder and peers down at the microwave.
"Hi," she purrs, softly as she wraps her arms snug around his middle.
Stiles chuckles and hugs her arms in return.
"Hi," he whispers as he leans back into her, enjoying the warm, press of her along his back, "How was tutoring?" Malia burrows her face into his shoulder-blade and grumbles something unintelligible into the fabric of his shirt. Stiles toys with her fingers at his waist. "It was a math day, huh?" He says in a conspiratorial tone. Malia hums softly in agreement and nods against his shoulder-blade. Stiles soothes his hands along the arms around his waist, consolingly.
Malia nuzzles his shoulder-blade and leans into him more heavily, breathing in his scent. Stiles straightens up, taking her weight and Malia sinks against him letting out a contented little sigh. A pop comes from the microwave and Malia lifts her head, hooking her chin back over his shoulder again.
"You're making me popcorn," she says, pleased. Stiles snorts and reaches backward, blindly with questing fingers.
"I'm making us popcorn," he corrects as he finds the ticklish spot on her ribs, "You're gonna have to share," he teases as Malia squirms away slightly. She reaches down to catch his roving fingers and traps them against her side, then she steps into him, effectively trapping him between her and the counter. His playful laughter dies in his throat when Malia's free hand begins trailing up and down his chest, her touch firm, possessive. She rises up on her toes behind him and nuzzles against his ear. With his free hand Stiles grips the ledge of the counter as her hot, heavy, breath tickles his ear.
Her lips brush his ear as she whispers, "I don't share," before giving his earlobe a little nip. The rasp of her teeth and the possessive nature of her tone makes him shiver in the best possible way. He cranes his neck over his shoulder and captures her lips. Malia hums happily in the back of her throat and kisses him back. Then she steps back, slipping away from Stiles and the counter. Stiles pushes off the counter and spins toward her, his arms instantly curling around her and tugging her back into his space.
Stiles leans in brushing the tip of his nose against Malia's playfully, "You're gonna have to learn to play well with others," teases in a low, raspy voice.
Malia wrapped her arms around his neck and gives him a slow, crooked smile, "I play well with you." His heart does a full stop when she says it then she's leaning in cupping his jaw and kissing him slow and deep. And in that moment Stiles is inclined to concede that she plays very, very well with him. Soon they are plastered up against each other their hands pawing at each other, as they move backward across the kitchen. Stiles backs Malia up against the kitchen island. He grasps her hips and boosts her up, setting Malia on the ledge of it. They are totally lost in the kiss and drunk on the feel of each other. One of his hands is skimming along her back beneath her shirt and the other is curled around her thigh. While Malia's hands are tangled in his hair and fisted in his shirt. It's playful and exhilarating and it is especially soothing to Stiles' ego after the disastrous events of today.
Somewhere along the way Stiles loses his plaid shirt and Malia is starting to inch up his t-shirt when the piercing screech of the fire alarm reverberates throughout the whole kitchen. Stiles and Malia jump apart and notice for the first time the cloud of smoke emanating from the microwave. Stiles skids across the kitchen to the microwave and yanks open the door.
A cloud of smoke erupts from inside. Grabbing the blackened bag of popcorn Stiles tosses it in the sink and turns on the water. He throws open the window and snags his shirt from the floor using it to flap the smoke away from the smoke detector. Malia presses her hands into her ears and squints disapprovingly at the alarm. When the persistent beeping finally stops Stiles sighs with relief and stops flailing his shirt. Malia comes up behind him and they inspect the charred ruins of their popcorn that sits soggy and flooded in the sink. She glances at Stiles, her cheeks flushed and her hair cutely disheveled. Stiles gives her a small sheepish grin as he runs a hand through his hair, "I guess we got a little carried away."
Malia blinks at him, a bit startled. "I didn't even smell it burning," she admits, her tone coloured with confusion. A white-hot spike of masculine pride shoots through him at her admission. Malia's coyote instincts live so close to the surface, that for him to have distracted her that much, was quite a feat.
Stiles smirks inwardly, let's see Pierce try and manage that.
"You killed the popcorn," Malia accuses fondly with a snicker as she reaches up to plug nose.
Stiles raises his eyebrows at her and playfully bumps into her hip, "Excuse me? We killed the popcorn," he corrects before ducking down to grab a plastic bag from under the sink. He ties up the charred, wet popcorn in the plastic bag tosses it out the backdoor. When he returns to the kitchen, he finds that the smell isn't so bad anymore, especially with the breeze from the open window. Malia is still plugging her nose and she's now sitting on the counter by the window.
"Maybe we should just got start the movie," she suggests as she unplugs her nose, wiggling it cutely as she tries to get used to the faint stench of charred popcorn.
Stiles shakes his head and leans across the counter pecking her on the nose, "I promised you popcorn. You're getting popcorn. I just gotta wash this thing out then it will be good to go." He says as he snags a sponge from the sink and starts wiping down the interior of the microwave.
When he plugs the microwave back in and starts to tear open a new package of popcorn Malia slips down off the counter. "I'll go set up the movie." She says as steps past him, skimming her hand along his back. Stiles turns to face her, slouching casually against the counter, "What're we watching?"
Malia grins to herself, "You'll see."