A/N: You have no idea how hard I've been trying to get things updated in time for Christmas. So busy this year! Hope you enjoy! :)


Summary: Peter and Stiles are in the ambulance with Cora. Peter says thank you… in his own way.


I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.


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Chapter Seven:


"Thank you." Peter said it so softly, that I almost missed it. I looked over at him in confusion. Did I hear him right? Did he just say what I think he said? I didn't even know those words existed in his vocabulary.

"I… What?" I asked him, as my confusion got the better of me.

"Thank you, for saving her, Stiles. Thank you, for saving my niece." He repeated. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at him, sheepishly.

"Yeah, well, it's no big deal." I shrugged.

"So modest," Peter breathed. He's still on edge, but he's visibly calmer, now that Cora is breathing on her own, again. "Doesn't it ever get old? Always hiding in the background? Everyone always taking you for granted? It must be infuriating. That's no way to live." His voice sounds more calculated now, like he's trying to achieve something, by getting a rise out of me. "They don't deserve your loyalty. In the end, you'll die for them. They'll mourn you, but you'll still be one a memory."

"What's your point?" I snapped. I'm not in the mood for his mind games. There's too much going on. There's too much at stake.

"My point, dear Stiles, is that your efforts would serve you better elsewhere. You need someone who will appreciate you. You need someone who will help you rise to your potential. You need someone who can and will protect you." Peter's voice trailed off. He was looking at me, like he wanted to devour me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"Yeah, like who?"

"Stiles, if you have to ask, then you're not as intelligent as either of us think you are." Peter drawled.

"I really don't like you." I huffed. He chuckled and his mouth curved into a smirk.

"Like me, Stiles. Who else?" He asked. "And on the contrary, I think you like me more than you'd care to admit." He crept closer to me. I fought the urge to flee and forced myself to stay still. I can't leave the ambulance. The alpha pack is still out there. I'd be dead meat – twice.

"I think you're a little too full of yourself and that you have too many homicidal tendencies." I quipped.

"Perhaps," he agreed. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm right. Aren't I? You're just too afraid to admit it to yourself. Such a pity… The things we could achieve together…" Peter was less than an inch away from me. He crept even closer and our lips almost touched. "The things I do to you."

"Me?" I echoed. Peter's smirk grew.

"Yes, you, Stiles. Only you," he breathed. My heart was going a million miles a minute. Peter pulled me closer and fused our mouths together. I gasped against him and he deepened the kiss. I kissed him back, before I could stop myself. He pulled me onto his lap and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I felt his cock harden against me.

I heard the ambulance door open and I tried to pull away, but Peter just held me tighter. I felt eyes on us and kept trying to squirm away, with no avail.

"Can the two of you quit making out long enough for us get out of here?" Isaac demanded. "I can't even deal with this, right now. Peter, I get. He's way too creepy for comfort, but you, Stiles?" Isaac ranted. Peter finally let me go, with one last kiss. I was still too stunned to say anything.

"He's just too pretty." Peter winked at me, before focusing on the situation at hand.

"He is kinda hot." Isaac agreed. I felt my face heat up.

"Oh, my God! Let's just find a way to get out of here alive. Okay? We can talk about this later!" I exclaimed.

"Anything for you, darling."

"Kill me now." I groaned.

"I know you don't mean that, sweetheart."


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Anneryn