Erica, Erica, Erica, what was he going to say to her? Should he act natural? Bring up the kiss? He sighed in aggravation. He was not good at this. When it came to girls Stiles thought, he was the most clumsiest, most awkward person. He wanted to talk to her the problem was, he didn't know how.
"Hey Stiles!" Lydia chirped from beside Stiles's locker. Stiles collected his things and shut his locker. His brows rose in shock when he saw her.
"Uh, hey." He gave a tiny wave, "Need something?"
"Nope. Just came to say hi." She smiled. Her niceness surprised him but not as much as the fact that he didn't feel his heart hammering or his palms sweating. His casualty shocked him.
"Ok then. Hi" He smiled politely.
"So where are you off to?"
"Uh, science." With Erica. The thought made his heart skip a beat.
"Want me to walk you?"
"Sure." Lydia and Stiles walked in silence towards the science room their hands occasionally brushing. No tingles for Stiles. None.
"Well thanks Lydia. Bye!" He smiled at her once they reached the door.
"Bye Stiles!"
He walked inside and straight to his lab. He was paired with Erica. He felt anxious yet excited to see her and he prayed she felt the same way. Minutes passed as the class filled up. Erica still hadn't come.
"Hey man." Scott grinned at him flopping down at the lab next to him.
"Sup." He nodded.
"Tonight, you need to pick me up at 8pm, remember the plan?"
"Uh-huh" He'd totally forgotten about tonight with his mind revolving around Erica.
"Erica, and Isaac are going to be there too."
"What- why?"
"We need someone to distract Jackson."
"And what the hell does Erica have to do with it?"He seethed. Erica couldn't get involved. He wasn't going to let her.
"They're going to distract Jackson." Scott explained
"But Sc-" Just as he was about to retaliate he was interrupted by the irritating sound of Mr Harris's monotone voice.
"Settle down class," He droned, "Your voices are what bring the shame and disgust into my life." Still no Erica. Stiles was getting impatient. The longer it was the more anxious he felt. Where are you Erica? Just then, as if on cue Erica Reyes trotted into the class in her stiletto boots, short skirt and leather jacket.
"Late again Miss Reyes?" Said Mr Harris.
"I got help up." She replied with a smirk and flopped down in her assigned lab/seat next to Stiles.
"Right then, back to the lesson." And so he began his hour long lecture, which was already beginning to put Stiles to sleep. His eyes fluttered closed for a second.
"Psst!" Erica whispered.
"What?" He asked my heart rate picking up.
"I need to talk to you tonight."
"What? Why?" His heart was hammering against his chest now.
"I'll drop by after the plan. Leave your window open."
"Ok, I- uh, look forwards to seeing you." He grinned.
Later that night, 8pm
"Ready?" Scott asked not even looking the slightest bit nervous.
"Nope. But get in." Stiles said. Scott went in the car and nodded at Stiles motioning him to drive. The car burst to life as it lurched forward and on their way.
"So..." Scott cleared his throat sounding nervous, "I wanted to ask you something."
"Ok...?"
"What do you think of," deep breath, "Erica" Stiles let go of the wheel in shock and the car swerved.
"Shit!" He grunted regaining control, "Why would you ask that?" There it was. The sound of his heart pounding so hard that it hurt.
"I saw you today in science," He began slowly; "I heard your heart beat."
"There's nothing going on."
"I can tell your lying."
"Well, err, we kissed..."
"What!?"
"And a little more than that..."
"What!?"
"Scott, I think- I think I really like her." And the moment Stiles said it, he knew it was true.
"Erica? Psychotic bitch, who tried to kill Lydia- Which by the way, I thought you were in love with!"
"Well I guess I'm tired of chasing after someone, who constantly gives me the cold shoulder."
"When did all this change?"
"A few days ago," Stiles sighed, "Which by the way since we are on our way to sign our death warrant, I need to ask you something. A favour."
"What is it?"
"If something happens to Erica, anything at all, Help her."
"Alright."
After everything, 12pm
Stiles lay in bed later that night crashed after the hectic events that occurred that night. He didn't want to speak or think, or do anything. All he wanted to do was lay down and have a nice long sleep. But apparently the universe had different plans for him. He couldn't sleep because over and over he would replay today's events.
Tap, tap, tap.
He jumped at the sudden noise. Erica. He was surprised at his excitement to see her. He completely forgot everything he was thinking about and rushed to open the window. He stepped back to let her in and in walked Erica in all her glory, but instead of her stilettos and tight shirts she wore thin baggy pyjama pants with a matching black hoodie. Her face was make-up free and her hair was tied in a sloppy bun.
"Wow. Wardrobe change?" He asked.
"What's wrong with it?" To Stiles she seemed nervous for his answer but to Erica, she was secretly testing him. To see if he would still like her, even if she didn't were short skirts and tight shirts.
"Nothing. Actually, I think you look cute." She tested his heartbeat and sighed in relief. He was telling the truth.
"Thanks." She blushed.
"So um, there's some left over tacos. Want to snack on some together?" He grinned.
"Sure."
He jogged down the stairs to retrieve the tacos and heat them up. Once he was done he ran back up the stairs. He found her sitting on his bed surveying his bedroom. He flopped next to her and handed her a taco. They smiled at each other while chewing and Stiles thought that her smile was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" He spoke after moments of silence. She was mentally cursing at herself for telling him that she wanted to talk when it was just a mere excuse to see him another night.
"What? Oh, that," her palms began to sweat, "Well, I sort of made that up." She hung her head as her cheeks began to flame in shame.
"What? Why would you do that?" He didn't sound angry at all, just confused.
"Well," She drawled, "I made it up so I had an excuse to talk to you." She felt her cheeks burn even more. She felt so pathetic.
"Seriously?"
"Why do you seem so shocked?"
"Well, uh, girls like you," he began using hand motions, "don't exactly go for guys like me. I mean I think I'm finding it hard to believe that you're even into me at all."
"Why would you say that?!"
"Well, I'm all skinny and scrawny and your all, womanly any sexy. So why would you even still like me!"
She snapped her head up to face him and stared him straight in the eye, "Because I love you." They hadn't even realized how close their faces were. His heart was hammering hard against his ribcage as he stared at her lips. Her lips. Lipstick free and full. He found himself licking his own as he thought about what he wanted to do with those lips.
He grabbed her head and pulled her forward into a desperate kiss which she returned with just as much intensity. She pulled him down so she was straddling him whilst kissing. He yanked her hair tie off and wove his fingers through her long golden locks. He pulled her face closer as the kiss turned more and more heated by the second. She began grinding against the bulge in his pants which was now growing faster by the grind.
She ripped off his shirt as he yanked of her hoodie which revealed her green camo bra. He flipped her over and moved his lips down to her neck, her collarbone and then finally he stopped at her breasts. With a moan she arched her back towards him so he could unhook her bra. He buried his face in her breasts and began kissing his way to her nipple. Never in his whole life he thought he would he ever be doing something like this with a girl like Erica. He took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking.
"Stiles!" Erica breathed.
He bit on her nipple and tugged back.
"Oh!" She gasped. Her body was quivering and trembling in pleasure. She flipped him over, unable to hold herself. She yanked at his trousers and tossed them behind her, revealing white boxers and a very erect erection. He groaned as she shoved her hand down his boxers. He sucked in a breath, eyes widening as she began thrusting.
"Oh God." He groaned as she began to thrust faster, "Erica!" Her breathing was coming in erratic breaths. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing but was extremely pleased with the outcome. Just as he was about to release he pulled her hand out and flipped her over. He tore off her trousers and panties along with his boxers. Erica blushed at how wet she was but she gasped and stared at his manhood. She definitely was not expecting him to be that big. He gave her a questioning glance, as if to ask, can I? She nodded.
"You ready for this?" He asked. She nodded.
He plunged in.
This was my first ever steamy scene! Please I know I'm a rookie so bear with me :P. I hope you like the chapter! Please leave me a review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is loved 3.
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