Ice Pick/Beautiful
She drummed her fingers on the table, one by one. She watched her blunt nails ping lightly against the wood of the desk she was sitting in. She licked her lips and took a deep breath through her nose.
Stiles was sitting behind her. She hadn't spoken to him since last night when she told him to sleep on the couch. He had tried to talk to her that morning but she had side stepped him and quickly jumped into her car, breaking several driving laws just to reach school before him.
She had told herself she wasn't mad at him anymore but that was a lie. She wasn't mad at him for missing the appointment. She was mad at him for disregarding her feelings. She was mad at him for not understanding the gravity of the situation. She was mad at him for forgetting.
She sighed and leaned back in her chair, her hair hanging over the back. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes. A million thoughts raced through her mind. She needed to talk to Derek about the methods of his recruitment. She needed to figure out a way to talk to Stiles without losing her temper. She needed to figure out what was going on with Lydia.
She snapped her eyes open when the back of her chair was sharply nudged with a knee. She lifted her head but didn't look over her shoulder. She knew exactly what he wanted. She sighed and adjusted her position, her hand subconsciously drifting down to rest on her slowly extending belly.
She shook her head and brought her pen down to her paper. "Keeva…" She leaned forward awkwardly, trying to get as far away from his as possible without drawing attention to their section of seats.
"Keeva…" She growled low in her throat. "Shut up, Stilinski." She whispered. She heard Stiles shift and sigh before leaning back in his seat. Keeva didn't waste a minute jumping up from her seat when the bell rang.
She stalked swiftly from the room and marched towards Allison when she spotted her down the hall. She dodged and weaved through the hall, repeating the mantra in her head as she went. She stopped when she was beside Allison and the brunette smiled.
Keeva returned it with a stiff one of her own. Allison's eyes shifted over her head and the smile slid slowly off her face. Keeva felt him stop behind her. He was so close that she feel the body heat wafting off of his chest. "Allison, can I have a moment alone with Keeva?" Allison looked down at Keeva and hesitated.
"Please?" Keeva shook her head imperceptibly and Allison gave her an apologetic smile before stepping around Keeva and leaving the two to talk.
Keeva didn't turn around. Instead, she made Stiles walk around her to look her in the eye. "How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry before you'll forgive me?" Keeva looked up into his golden brown eyes. "You know, you can only hear something so many times before it starts to lose all meaning."
She narrowed her eyes before turning on her heel and stalking down back the way she came. Stiles sighed and quickly followed her. "Keeva. Wait, come on." She didn't stop. "Keeva, I was going to go. I swear." She whirled and shoved him back with the heels of her hands hard on his chest.
He held his hands up in a surrender pose, his thumb hooked under his backpack strap. "I know, somewhere deep inside of you, you planned on showing up. You were just as excited about it as I was. I know you were. But you still didn't come. You felt that whatever werewolf shit was going on was just," She held her thumb and index finger a centimeter apart. "This much more important."
Stiles sighed and hung his head. "Keeva," She shook her head. "I get it. But you still didn't come." Stiles bit his bottom lip. "It took longer than I thought it would." Keeva shook her head. "I love you, Stiles, but I still don't like you very much right now."
She looked him up and down before smiling sadly and walking away. "You're going to be late to P.E." She called over her shoulder.
She was sitting in Biology when it happened. She was taking notes on cell regeneration when she tasted this metallic gunmetal in the back of her throat. She drew her eyebrows together and sat up straighter. She swallowed thickly but the taste in her mouth only increased.
She took a deep breath and tried to find the source of the taste in the back of her mouth. The gym. She listened. Eric something. It began with an R. She was panicking. She was halfway up the rock wall in the gym and she was panicking. Her heart rate was beating erratically. It was out of control. Keeva took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
Erica was having a seizure.
She set her tray down on the table and flopped into her seat next to Allison. Lydia was nowhere in sight so she asked. "What happened? In gym?" Allison glanced up at her and sighed. "Erica had a seizure. Scott knew somehow and caught her before she hit the ground. She was taken to the hospital about an hour ago."
Keeva nodded, her face a mask of concentration. "What?" Keeva met Allison's dark eyes and shook her head. Allison turned in her seat and rested one hand on the table in front of Keeva and the other on the back of her chair. "Keeva."
The redhead sighed and looked at her food. She had lost her appetite. "I was in bio when it happened." Allison nodded, confused. "Okay." Keeva met her gaze with a dark on of her own. "I knew when it was happening. I could feel it coming on." Allison's eyes narrowed before they widened like a deer in headlights. "What?" She whispered.
Keeva nodded once and turned her gaze back to her inedible food. "I tasted this, almost, gunmetal metallic like in the back of my throat. I didn't know what it was and I swallowed and it just got worse. I focused and I heard her. Right before it happened. She was having a panic attack."
Allison nodded, understanding coming to her features. "You sensed it, you mean." Keeva rolled her eyes and bobbed her head from side to side. "I guess. That's never happened to me before." Allison nodded and pursed her lips. "When are you going to forgive him?" Keeva dropped her fork with a clatter and stared at the wall in front of her.
"He's stalking you now?" Allison sighed. "He's really sorry, Keeva." She shook her head. "That's not good enough." Allison nodded and didn't look up from her food. "I know." Keeva huffed and groaned, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes until she saw stars. "I don't know what to do."
Allison snorted. "I think every girl who's ever dated a teenaged boy knows what you mean." Keeva laughed lightly and turned bleary eyes to Allison. "You think?"
Keeva shifted her car in park and stared at the long abandoned subway station. She sat back in her seat and took a deep breath, counting the scents and heartbeats. Her eyes snapped open when she heard not two, like normal, but three. She sighed and dropped her forehead to the steering wheel.
"Damnit, Derek." She jerked her seatbelt off and stalked away from her car, kicking the door closed and slamming things down as she marched down the subway stairs. She snarled at Isaac when he leered at her from his leaning position against a cement pillar.
Derek sighed when he saw her cross her arms over her chest and glower at him, her legs shoulder width apart and her chest heaving. Keeva's gaze didn't leave Derek when a big-breasted blonde sauntered into the room from around the corner, stopping when she took stalk of Keeva.
She looked brutal in her black faded skinny jeans with her leather buckled boots. A tight black tank top stretched across her breasts and shoved off her small baby bump that could still pass for a flat stomach. Her faux black leather jacket was tight across her shoulders. Her red hair was loose and waving around her shoulders, her brown eyes flaring.
"Keeva, listen." She snarled and turned her fiery gaze to the offending blonde bimbo. Her formerly dull locks were luscious and thick, flowing over her shoulders. A small mini skirt stretched tight across her ass and an equally as tight white tank top showed off her impressive cleavage. Leopard spotted pumps showed off her long legs.
Keeva sneered and unfolded her arms, walking towards Derek. "What the hell are you doing, Derek?" Derek sighed and lowered his head before slowly standing. "Keeva," She held up a single finger, closing her eyes, gathering her thoughts while trying not to punch Derek in the jaw.
"What, exactly, are you thinking?" Her words were slow and calm. A dangerous calm that Derek and heard and experienced before too many times to count. He braced himself. "I need a pack. People who understand what could happen to them and who…" He didn't get to finish when Keeva clocked him across the jaw.
It startled him so much that he bent at the waist and turned his back to her. He clutched his jaw and groaned. He felt Isaac and Erica move forward. "Stop!" He barked. Both teens stopped and stared at their prone alpha.
Keeva shook her hand up and down, the knuckles already beginning to bruise. Her chest was heaving and her gaze didn't hold as much fire. She didn't spare either teen a glance. "I seriously hope to God you know what you're doing." She whispered.
Derek stood and licked his lips, the ache in his jaw already disappearing. He gazed at her and glanced down at her bump. "How's the baby?" She sneered and shook her head, flexing her fingers and wincing. "Shut up." Derek forced back a smile.
"You shouldn't worry yourself over trivial things like this." She shook her head. "This isn't trivial, Derek. There are hunters. Hunters who want to kill us. Hunters who want to eradicate our species. Hunters who want revenge. Those are the worst kind."
She took a deep breath and stepped closer to Derek. "Those are the ones who will stop at nothing to get what they want. They won't sleep, they won't eat. Hell they won't even breath normal until they get their revenge. They don't care who they hurt or who gets in their way. They won't stop until every last one of us is dead and buried."
She swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a step back and glanced first at Isaac and then at Erica. Both were watching the two with wide eyes and racing hearts. She looked back at her cousin. "I really hope you have a plan." She whispered.
She took a deep breath through her nose and examined the fast healing scrap on her middle knuckle. "I have to get back to school." She brought her eyes up to Derek's and nodded once. He licked his lips and turned away from her. She looked again at Isaac and Erica before retreating back the way she'd come.
Isaac waited until he couldn't hear her engine anymore before turning to his alpha. "Why do you let her treat you like that?" Derek looked at him. "She's been treating me like that a lot longer than I've been alpha. I don't think it's going to change anytime soon."
Derek turned to Isaac and dared him to challenge him. "Erica, get back to school."
School felt like it dragged on for days after Keeva returned. Everything took so much time, all she wanted to do was go home and lay in Stiles' bed and sleep. Preferably, with his arms around her but she was still trying to figure that without telling him he was forgiven. She still wanted him to sweat.
She sighed and rested her head back against the headrest. She parked in the Stilinski driveway and closed her eyes to her oncoming headache. She shook herself and slowly got out of the car. She swung her purse over her shoulder and slowly made her way inside.
Stiles wasn't home yet and she was slightly grateful for that. She dropped her purse on the side table by the door and trudged upstairs. She pushed open Stiles bedroom door and collapsed, face first, onto his rumpled sheets that she hadn't bothered to make that morning. She didn't even bother to take off her boots she was so exhausted.
The last thing going through her mind was what time Stiles would be home.
Keeva awoke a few hours later, more relaxed and energized then when she'd arrived. She felt a weight beside her and she opened her eyes. Stiles was awake next to her, eyes examining every curve of her face, memorizing her features.
Keeva blinked and slowly raised her hand. She brought it down carefully to his cheek and ran her fingertips across the skin of his cheek. She could feel the stubble beginning to grow back on his jaw line and she smiled.
Stiles gently brought his arm to rest across her waist. He slowly ran his fingertips across her spine and she shivered. Stiles tightened his hold on her waist and slowly brought her up to a sitting position.
Keeva sighed and closed her eyes, running her fingers down his slight stubble. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and released a broken sigh.
Stiles pressed his forehead to Keeva's, his hands running through her red tresses. A single tear escaping down her cheek and a broken laugh escaped her lips. Stiles tenderly swiped at it with his thumb.
Stiles pulled back and searched her face, her eyes still closed. Keeva wrapped her hands around his wrists. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Keeva smiled at him. "I know." Stiles leaned forward slowly, making the moment last. He pressed his lips to hers.
She tasted salty from her tears and her lips were smooth and pliable. He ran his hand down the back of her head and tangled his fingers in the smooth strands. They felt like silk between his fingers, spun silk.
The kiss was slow, gentle, unrushed. Keeva released his wrists and traced her fingertips down his face, smiling against him when she felt the start of stubble along his jaw. Stiles ran his fingers down her back, pulling the straps of her tank top off her shoulders, exposing her chest.
Stiles slowly moved his lips from hers and trailed them over her cheek, licking the curve of her jaw with the tip of his tongue. She gasped quietly and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands across his bare shoulder blades.
Stiles took her ear lobe between his lips and sucked ever so gently on the flesh. Keeva shuddered in his arms, warmth creeping down her spine. Stiles sucked on the skin of her ear once before moving away, trailing the tip of his tongue down the column of her throat, sucking gently on her pulse when he found it.
Keeva arched against him and slowly fell back against his pillows. Stiles followed her, the palms of his hands running up her ribs, bringing her tank top with him, carefully pulling it over her head. Keeva sighed and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck.
Stiles gently kissed the hollow of her throat, tracing the tendons there with his lips, tenderly nipping at them with his teeth. Keeva wrapped her legs around his hips. Stiles ran his up her arms, bringing them above her head, clasping his fingers with hers.
Keeva rolled her neck to face him, opening her eyes. She smiled at him and he smiled down at her. Stiles rubbed his nose against hers and dipped his head into the other side of her neck. He released a deep sigh and relaxed his body above her, just taking her in. "Beautiful." He whispered against her neck. Keeva smiled and rubbed the tip of her nose against the skin beside his ear.
"I love you." She breathed against his ear. She felt him smile against her skin. "I love you, too." She felt him sag above her and she wrapped her arms tighter around his back. "What's going on tonight?" She whispered against his neck.
Stiles moaned and released her hands, burying his hands in her hair. Keeva smiled against his skin and nuzzled his neck. "Scott's making me go with him and Allison and Lydia to the ice skating rink so that technically he's not with Allison alone. Do you want to come? If not please tell me and I'll tell Scott you need me to stay home. Please say you want me to stay home."
Keeva laughed and shook her head, running her blunt nails down his cotton covered back. "No, no, you got yourself into this one." He groaned against her neck. "I did not. It's all Scott's fault. I won't go. Just say the words."
Keeva shook her head and sighed. "I'm not mad at you, but I think you just gave me the perfect way to punish you." Stiles moaned again and shook his head. "You're the devil." Keeva smirked. "I'll have a surprise for you when you get home." She nipped playfully at the tender flesh behind his ear.
Stiles tensed above her and groaned, his hold on her hair tightening. She giggled and nudged him with her knee, effectively rolling him off of her. "You'll be fine." She playfully slapped his thigh and sauntered, topless, to the bathroom.
Keeva was just minding her own business, surfing the Internet, checking Facebook, when Stiles loudly stumbled into the room. She jumped in the computer chair and swiftly stood, pulling her sleep shirt down over her lace panties. "Stiles, what the hell?" He looked up at her.
"Something really weird is going on with Lydia." She narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?" Stiles shrugged. "There we are, skating along, minding our own business. Scott and Allison had disappeared somewhere. I was on one end of the rink and Lydia was skating slowly in the middle."
He flopped down onto his bed, his hands scrubbing his hair. "Then she just started screaming." Keeva looked up at him then. "She was on her hands and knees, scraping at the ice, trying to dig for something that wasn't there. She was frantic. I don't…I don't know."
Keeve knelt in front of him. "Lydia is probably experiencing something that has to do with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I don't know what we can do for her besides be there." Stiles nodded and sighed heavily. "I just wish there was something more we could help with, you know." Keeva smiled and nodded once.
She stood. "Come on." Stiles drew his eyebrows together. Keeva smirked and sauntered backwards towards the bathroom. "I told you there was a surprise waiting for you when you got home." She pulled her sleep shirt, his Slow Kids At Play band t-shirt over her head, revealing her naked torso to his hungry eyes.
"I can't reach my back." Stiles' mouth watered and he met her eyes. He slowly stood up as she leaned back against the closed bathroom door. She wrapped her hands around the cool metal of the doorknob and slowly twisted.
Stiles toed off his kicks and unbuckled his belt buckle, his eyes never leaving Keeva. "Will you help me?" She smiled lazily over at him as she pushed the door open with the ball of her foot. Stiles undid his jeans and reached behind him, pulling his shirts, together, over his head and dropping them in a heap at the foot of his bed.
Keeva's eyes trailed down the dark happy trail that started at his belly button and disappeared inside the open fly of his jeans. She licked her suddenly dry lips and met his heated gaze with one of her own. She was left breathless with what she found there. Lust and hunger shown brightly in his fiery eyes. Heat coiled low in her belly and goose bumps appeared across her arms and legs.
Stiles' lip curled up slightly when he saw her rub her thighs together, creating much needed friction. He zeroed in on her nipples when they suddenly hardened. He shot his gaze up to hers and made his way over to her. She smirked and twisted away, ducking into the bathroom.
Stiles could play this game. He slammed the door behind him and absently heard the lock click. He found her perched on the small space of counter by the sink, her hands pressed down against the cool porcelain between her legs. The shower was running. When she had time to start it, he didn't know. Steam was already billowing out behind the curtain, making it harder for him to take deep breaths.
Keeva took a deep, shuddering breath, a beautiful pink flush starring at the apples of her cheeks and spotting down her neck and chest, just stopping at he rosy pink nipples that adorned her pert breast. She moved her hands to rest on the counter behind her. She opened her legs wider and licked her lips.
Stiles ran a hand through his hair and walked towards her. He stopped between her legs and trailed just his fingertips up the sides of her thighs. He stopped at the edges of her panties and slowly hooked his fingers in the sides, never breaking eye contact.
Keeva's breath hitched when Stiles tugged once on the thin material. She pushed up on her hands, lifting her ass off the counter and allowed Stiles to slide the offending material down her legs.
In his peripheral vision he saw the black material disappear somewhere over his shoulder. She was gloriously naked in front of him and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He trailed his fingers down her thighs and hooked his hands behind her knees. She gasped when she was jerked forward suddenly.
Keeva ran her hands up his arms, tracing the lean muscle that rested just under his soft skin. She traced the veins in his arms and his collarbone. She ran her fingertips lightly over the lines of muscles in his chest, tangling her fingers in his light chest hair. She smiled when he jumped as she tweaked his nipples with her fingers. She traced her fingers down the prominent muscle of his abdomen before slipping her hands underneath his boxers.
Stiles moaned when she wrapped her fingers around his long, thick length. He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to her shoulder. Keeva lifted her legs slightly to rest higher around his waist, holding him to her tighter. Using the heels of her feet, she pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs.
"Someone's happy to see me." She whispered. Stiles smiled down at her and dropped his lips to hers. Keeva moaned and ran her hands down his muscled back, dropping her hands to his firm backside. He grinned against her lips and pulled her closer so she was sitting right on the edge of the counter.
Keeva pulled him towards her and wrapped her legs around him, the steam warming her flesh. Stiles gripped himself in his right hand and guided his engorged length to her entrance. Keeva pulled back and gasped sharply as Stiles slowly slid inside of her.
Keeva arched back and pressed him closer to her, drawing him deeper inside of her. Stiles hummed and pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. Keeva dug her blunt nails into the firm flesh of his ass and rocked her hips forward. Stiles groaned and slowly began to pump into her.
Keeva cried out and arched her neck back. Stiles buried his face in her neck and latched onto her pulse point. Keeva cried out and dragged her nails down his back leaving burning red welts in her wake. Stiles sucked on her neck until he knew he'd left a mark.
He could feel her walls trembling around him as his speed increased. Stiles pulled her closer, pushing himself deeper and bit down on the flesh of her neck that he'd been sucking. Keeva keened and the heat in her belly overflowed and the coil in her stomach broke, leaving her a trembling, sobbing mass of sensitive nerves beneath him.
Stiles continued to pump in and out of her, her orgasm washing over him quickly and he soon followed her. Stiles buried his face in her neck, brushing her hair behind her shoulder lazily. Keeva ran the palms of her hands down his damp back and slowly pulled back. "I still need help washing my back."
Keeva stormed into Derek's hideout later that night. Scott had called Stiles, shortly after the two of them had finished their shower, upset. Derek had changed another teenager into a wolf. Stiles closed his eyes and collapsed backwards on the bed, the towel still wrapped around his waist. He sighed heaved and he answered Scott accordingly.
Keeva was halfway dressed when Stiles hung up. He asked Keeva not to go but she was pissed. Derek was being reckless and he had to stop.
"Derek!" She cried out. The hideout was dark and musty but she could hear four, very distinct, hear beats. "I know you're here, sourwolf. Don't make me track you down. I will." She circled around, eyeing every corner and crevice. "Come out, come out, where ever you are."
She smirked when she heard a heavy sigh behind her. "You smell like…sex…and Stiles." She whirled on him and smiled darkly. "He is my mate." Derek grimaced and pushed off of the pillar he was leaning against. Keeva saw, but didn't acknowledge, the three teenagers who slowly crept out from the darkness behind Derek, keeping their distance.
"What do you want, Keeva?" She arched an eyebrow and smiled darkly. She took him off guard again when she struck out and her elbow hit him hard in the jaw. He grunted and his face was thrown sharply to the right. All three betas moved to react but a deep growl from Derek stopped them in their tracks.
Keeva glared at all three of them and snapped her gaze back to Derek. "What? Afraid I'll get hurt?" Derek didn't move. "What the fuck are you doing, Derek? Teenagers? Of all the people you could turn, you choose selfish teenagers? People who only do things for their own selfish purposes? Their own selfish needs?" She shook her head.
"They only wanted the bite because it did something for them." She glanced at all three betas and shook her head again. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I really hope it works out for the best." Keeva sighed and locked eyes with every single beta before staring down at Derek.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but I really hope you know what you're doing." Derek looked up at her and hesitated. He nodded once and watched as she slowly backed away towards the stairs, leaving him in his solitude with his chosen pack.