"Hi, im here to bail out Stiles Stilinski." I smiled towards the officer who with a hand gesture made me follow him to the cells. Stiles layed on the bed when we got there, snoring loudly.
"Abbie, you like it when im dirty... You bad, bad girl... You need punishment..." He grinned in his sleep. "Oh, the red bra - good choice..." Then he started to kiss the air and my blush could have worked as a warning light for ships in the night.
"I'll open the cell and let you wake him up." The officer offered kindly and opened the cell for me.
"T-t-thank ya, have a good day sir." The officer nodded and left me with Stiles. Stiles had started to grope the air to my embarassment. "Idiot." I said with a sigh and walked over to him. I shook his shoulder carefully. "Bay, wake up."
"Abbie, im not done with you yet - come back here to master Stiles." He demanded and turned around on the bed.
"Master Stiles?" I asked in disbelief. "What kind of dreams are ya dreaming?" Then i thought it over. "Nevermind, don't wanna know." I looked at him with pursed lips before i decided to just do it the old southern way. I took out my phone and then after fiddling with it i placed it by his ear before tapping a button. A roaster started to yell out so high that i cringed. Finally Stiles woke up - screaming and rolled out of bed to the hard floor. I looked at his groaning form with a guilty smile. "Ooops." I turned of my phone and helped Stiles up so that he could sit on the bed. I dusted him of and looked if he had any wounds.
"Abbie?" I ignored his very husky, very sexy morning voice with a blush and when he turned to look at me with eyes the size of saucers i kissed him softly. He reuturned my kiss and after few minutes i hugged him to me. We stayed like that for awhile before i stood up and with one hand on my hip while my other finger pointed sternly at him.
"How in the name of munchkins did ya get put in jail for!?" I asked him pouring all my worry and irritation to my voice.
"Well, technically this is the overnight cell for those who haven't committed bad crimes or were to drunk to get home and disrupted order." He clarified.
"Don't be a smartass mister." I warned him.
"Okay, okay." He relented. "So, Scott and i wanted to do something special for Kira and you for valentines day - which is today." He grinned at me and opened up his arms. "Happy valentines honey, give me a kiss." I puppy glared at him. He lowered his arms. "No kisses for Stiles?"
"Not until he tells me how making valentines day special made him end up in a cell." I declared. He sighed and ruffled his hair a little before answering.
"Okay, i and Scott had arranged flower in the shape of hearts in a field and with rocks in the middle of the flowers asked you girls to be our valentines." My glare lessended greatly and i awe:d in my head because it were a really sweet thought. "But we accidentally- okay i accidentaly threw a rock into a house when i pulled it up from the ground."
"No." I groaned and then i looked confused. "But how did it get ya here?"
"Well, the owner of the house sent the police at us and i tried to run away with Scott but my foot got caught on an fallen branch. When the officers got their hands on my i resisted, accidentally punched one and here i am." I blinked three times before giving myself a face palm.
"Ya idiot." I said into my hand before letting it fall to my side.
"But im you're idiot?" Stiles stood up and looked at me wearily. I narrowed my eyes at him, making him raise his hands in surrender before i giggled and hugged him. He hugged me back instantly and i felt more then saw him make an air fist.
"You're my tall idiot." I said into his chest before pulling back enough to look into his eyes with a small blush on my cheeks. "You're idea were so sweet, it's gonna make my gift look silly." He smiled gently at me.
"Don't say that, im sure i'll love it." He reassured me.
"Really?" I questioned and he nodded enthusticatly. Unsurely i digged through my bag and handed him his present along with a card.
"Of all the prostitutes, you're the smartest." Stiles had an obsession with Game Of Thrones, especially Tyrion - while i love Tyrion i think that somehow Stiles can identfy himself with Tyrion. Both Tyrion and Stiles are smart but outcasts in their packs - Tyrion is often ridiculed because he's a dwarf while Stiles the humna who runs with wolves. I knew i had picked the right card when Stiles laughed and hugged me tight with one arm. "Thanks, this is awesome." I looked pointedly at his present. "Oh, right - present." Like an eager child he ripped up the wrapping paper and then looked wide eyed at the latest Asassins Creed game that i had bought. "This-" He looked at me. "How? It's not coming here to Beacon Hills for about a month or two." He asked in awe.
"I know ya really love the games so i gave papa the money and he bought it while being in L.A for me." Then i bit my lip worriedly. "Like it?"
"Well, between the awesome car and the mind killing game?" He asked and looked them over before surprising me with a kiss. "I like them both but i love you more." I giggled against his lips with a blush and kissed him. It started to get blissfully heated just when someone cleared their throat. I looked to the ground blushing while Stiles looked at the intruder.
"Dad! You interrupted kiss time! You're a monster!" Stiles groaned while hugging me to him.
"Sorry." His father said sarcastically. "Hi Abbie."
"Hi mister Stilinski." I said quietly.
"I'll wait for you by the reception." He walked out and i looked up to Stiles who were blushing red. Which reminded me.
"So, ya like my red bra?" I asked and tried not to blush - it got easier when Stiles blushed more furiously and looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
"W-w-w-w-what are you talking about?" He asked nervously.
"Nothing special." I walked away. "Master Stiles." I called back playfully.
"Oh my god!" I heard him gasp out in panic.

That valentines day were spent playing Asassins Creed, eating skittles, him having to explain to me just why he has a fantasy where he's an master and im his tutor.