He stood before me, on the front steps of my house, looking dashing in his suit and red tie.
"Did Lydia tell you what color my dress was?" I stepped closer to him, taking the silky material in my hand, running my fingers along it.
He nodded his head, watching me, "She even helped me pick it out. Here, I got this for you."
He produced a beautiful corsage, created using stunning red and white flowers. I held my wrist out for him so he could slip it on.
"Did she help you pick this out as well?" I brought it to my face, taking in a deep breath. The sweet smell made me smile.
He shook his head, "Nope, that would have been Scott's mom." He grinned proudly.
I giggled, holding my arm out to him, "It's amazing, thank you Stiles."
He took my arm and lead me down the sidewalk towards his awaiting car, "I even cleaned up Roscoe for you. He wanted to look his best tonight." He ran his hand along the metal of his beloved Jeep.
"He looks very handsome," I hopped up into the passenger's seat as Stiles held the door.
The gym looked magical and was filled to the brim with high school students. Stiles spotted our friends first, taking my hand and leading me through the crowd.
"Savannah, you look beautiful," Lydia smiled up at me, patting the chair next to her.
"Hey, what about me," Stiles tapped his foot impatiently.
Lydia laughed, "Yes Stiles, you too look beautiful."
He grinned, taking a seat next to Scott.
"Where's Liam and Hayden," I glanced around the room, not spotting the younger couple.
Scott pointed towards the expansive dance floor, "Last time I saw them, they were out there somewhere."
The music changed, a slower song pumping through the speakers. I stood up, reaching for Stiles. He glanced up at me, questions written on his face. "Stiles, dance with me."
He stood quickly, the chair tipping over with a crash. His cheeks pinked quickly, "Oops."
My smaller hand fit perfectly in his, and I pulled him out into the middle of the throng. I slid my arms around his neck, pressing my body to his. I placed my head on his shoulder, my nose buried in the crook of his neck. I took a deep breath, loving the smell of him. His arms encircled my waist and I lifted my head to look at him. "Why can't we have nights like this all the time?"
"Like what," His face was close to mine.
"You know, normal, I'd even go so far as to say, perfect."
"Don't go jinxing it Savannah," He kissed my cheek lightly, his lips tickling my skin.
I chuckled, "That's your job Stilinski, I wouldn't dream of taking that from you."
He rolled his eyes, his arm snaking down, cupping my ass.
"Hey, you've got to behave," I stepped into him even more, not able to feel like I was close enough.
"Stilinski! Hadfield!" Coach's voice boomed across the auditorium.
We both turned our heads to look at the teacher.
"Keep it PG you two, I don't want to have to come and stand between you," Coach crossed the floor, towering over us both.
"Coach, she's my girlfriend. I'm not just feeling up some random chick," Stiles stared down the man.
I palmed my face, shaking my head over the ridiculousness of Stiles's argument.
"I don't care if she is your girlfriend or not. Your hands are not allowed to go below her waist." Coach stood there as Stiles moved his hand back to their approved positions.
"Maybe if you stopped picking on me, you'd realize that there are lots of hands in unacceptable places." Stiles made a grand gesture, trying to prove his point.
Coach looked around, "Danny, hands!" He wandered off, leaving us alone once again.
"That man is a pain in my ass," Stiles laughed, "Now where were we."
He went to pull me close as the music changed, the beat pulsing with a fast tempo. He whooped, his body twisting and contorting as only Stiles could. I was laughing so hard, my sides hurt, but that laughter only increased when we were joined by our friends. The silliness continued for several songs, before we decided to retire back to our table.
"You want a drink?" Stiles panted, trying to catch his breath.
I nodded, "Not the spiked one though."
"What? Now where's the fun in that?"
"I want to enjoy tonight, and if I drink...well that just leads to us violating Roscoe and frankly, I think he needs a night off."
Stiles put his hand to his chest in mock disappointment, "I speak for the old boy when stating that he is very hurt that you feel this way. He does not ever feel violated by our love making."
"Just go and get me a drink," I shooed him away, laughing as I turned to face Scott. "What?"
"Seriously, the two of you have no filter do you?" Scott couldn't stop the smile that crept onto his face.
"Would you like for us to watch what we say around you," I questioned, genuinely curious.
He shook his head, "No, I like you two just the way you are." He stopped, looking at me, "Dance with me?"
I stood up, following him back out onto the floor as another slow song filled the room. He pulled me to him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"I just wanted to say thank you," He kept his eyes on my face.
I knitted my brows together, "Why?"
"Stiles is happy and I know that it's because of you."
"I didn't do anything Scott," I leaned in closer so he could hear me over the noise.
"But you did and after everything that has happened and everything that will happen, it's just good to know that he's got you." Scott stared at me for a few seconds, his voice quiet when he spoke again, "He loves you, ya know."
I nodded. I knew how Stiles felt but we'd never actually spoken those words to one another, though I wasn't entirely sure why. With the words out of Scott's mouth, I realized at that moment that they needed to be said.
"I bring you a drink and I find you snuggled up to my best friend," Stiles tsked his tongue, hands on hips, as he looked at us both.
Scott laughed, "I was just keeping her warm for you man."
"Hey, I am not a car, I don't need warming up." I smacked Scott on the arm.
"She's right, she doesn't need much warming up, but it sure as hell makes things better when she is," Stiles took me in his arms and winched when I punched him.
"Are you done," I stuck my tongue out at him.
He leaned in and kissed me, pulling my tongue into his mouth. My arms tightened around his neck, and I melted into his touch.
"Mmmm," I pulled away, my eyes closed as I relished the moment.
"I've still got it," Stiles puffed his chest out, laughing as I rolled my eyes.
We swayed to the rhythm for a few more minutes, just enjoying the the feeling of one another, but as the song wound down, I pulled back.
"Stiles," I placed my hand on his cheek. He looked at me and I continued before I chickened out, "I love you." The words were quiet, but they were out there.
Stiles leaned in, "I love you too Hadfield. It's about time you declared your love for me."
"Why do you have to turn every sweet moment into one that makes me question my feelings for you? I'm so taking them back."
He kissed me again, this time softer, the passion tingling my lips.
"You can't take them back Savannah… You love me."
"God help me Stilinski, but I do."
He spun me around, the music picking up it's pace again. I looked at the spastic boy before me and my heart swelled. I did love his stupid face, so very much.
