Chapter 8 - Sitting Still - Stiles

"I swear to God, Stiles! If you move again, I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

"I'm sorry!" I yelped, as Sadie ripped the prosthetic off my face for about the tenth time. I thought it was awesome that she'd put in all the time and effort of making Scott and me costumes on top of her own, and I honestly wasn't trying to make it harder for her. But the silicon of the werewolf snout smelled weird, and the glue she was using smelled weird, and it was cold and pinched my skin in a weird way. I knew I'd be fine when it dried, but until then the entire process was just downright uncomfortable. "It itches!"

"It's gonna itch a lot more when I punch you in the face," she grumbled, wiping the glue off my face. It took everything I had not to smirk at her annoyance. I didn't want her to be angry, but at the same time, I really enjoyed watching her be angry. She threw the wipe away, picking up the glue and the snout one more time. "Okay," she sighed, obviously barely holding it together. "Let's try this again. Don't. Move." I decided not to even move my head to nod. I just took a deep breath and tried to stay motionless. Sadie leaned forward, inspecting the edges of the silicon closely as she pressed it against my cheek. I closed my eyes. It was ridiculously nerve-wracking having anyone this close to my face, especially a girl that I probably found too attractive for my own good. And then of course, there was the fact that since she was almost as tall as me, she had to bend pretty far over to do my makeup while she was standing, and even after about a month of knowing her, I wasn't ready to test my resolve about not looking down her shirt. So my eyes? Completely and utterly closed, for everyone's sake.

But sitting still with your eyes closed for minutes at a time could be really, really boring. I tried tapping out a rhythm on my leg, anything to keep me from going completely crazy. But the glue smelled funny, and Sadie's fingers were grazing my skin, and I could hear her breathing, and I had to keep my breath shallow because I didn't want her to get a face full of me breathing and it was a lot to think about at once. And then I twitched.

"You know what?! That's it!" Sadie declared. My eyes flew open at the outburst, watching as Sadie snapped upright, hair flying angrily around her.

Everything happened so quickly. It wasn't like the world went into slow motion, but more like my brain went into hyperdrive. I was trying not to laugh. Sadie put a hand on my shoulder and shoved me into the back of the chair. My instant reaction was to gulp. I already knew that angry, forceful Sadie was something that messed with both my heads, and being this close to her while she shoved me around was terrifying and kinda amazing. But I immediately tried to push that thought down. The next thought was a little more realistic. She was probably going to punch me. I knew that she could pack a punch, and she was likely to be more than a little violent when she got angry. Twenty minutes of twitching and ruining her attempts at doing my makeup probably warranted a good right hook, or at least a slap. My face was already screwing up in preparation for the impact when she lifted one of her legs. My train of thought stalled for a second. Was she going to kick me in the head? A roundhouse kick to the face seemed a little extreme, even for angry Sadie Bennet. But then her torso shifted towards me, she started to lower her leg again, and I had less than a second to prepare for what was about to happen.

Holy motherfucking lord.

I leaned back as far as I could in the chair, ripped my hands off where they'd been tapping on my legs, and let my jaw hang so far open I was surprised I couldn't feel my neck with my chin. This was not happening. Was this really happening? I was dreaming. I really needed to stop eating before I went to bed. Or—Or drinking. Or something. Clearly something had to change about my bedtime routine because this dream was entirely too real for me to be comfortable with. Or maybe I should keep doing exactly what I was doing and have this sort of dream every damn night. There was no way I was awake. I fell asleep in the living room, in the van, or maybe I was still in bed and Sadie hadn't even come to pick me up for Halloween yet. Because there was no way in reality that Sadie Bennet had voluntarily chosen to swing one leg over me and sit down on my lap.

But it felt real. Damn, that felt really goddamn real. I could feel her weight pressing into my legs, the way I actually had to exert some sort of force to keep her there. I could feel the warmth of her legs through my jeans, how she fit perfectly in the small space between my knees, one leg thrown on either side of my hips. I could feel her hand still on my shoulder, smell her perfume, hear her crystal clear as she leaned even closer to my face and ordered me to stop moving again. She was less than six inches away, almost as close as she'd been when she pinned me against the wall at school. Only this time our lives weren't in danger. Her hand wasn't over my mouth. Her hand wasn't reaching into my pocket, but instead she was straddling me, forcing my back into the chair and making me feel so warm, I was almost afraid we were both about to burst into flames.

Her large brown eyes were trained on the prosthetic at first, but then she seemed to notice just how still I'd gotten. Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes moving from her hands up to meet my eyes. We stared at each other for a few solid seconds. I chanced a glance down at her lips, slightly parted as if she'd been just as surprised by what she'd done as I was. If that was possible. It probably wasn't. I couldn't think there was a single way possible that anyone on the planet was more surprised than I was about the fact that I had an attractive brunette girl sitting on my lap.

What the hell was she thinking? I mean, knew that she wanted me to stop moving, but sitting on me seemed a little extreme. Running with the crowd she usually did, she probably should have known better to sit on sexually deprived teenage boy's lap without warning. Then again, I wasn't complaining, and it was clearly very effective. I was definitely not moving anymore. My chest felt tight as I stopped breathing, my mouth open, and my hands hovering awkwardly over her thighs. I felt like my whole body was burning, and at first I thought it was just because of the added body heat of being sat on. But after a few terrifying seconds, I realized it was because I was physically holding myself back. I was pressing myself into the chair to keep myself away, mentally exhausting myself as I tried to keep my hands off her legs. This had to be real, I realized, because if this had been in my head we already would have been kissing. And part of me wanted to. When life tosses a hot brunette into your lap, you're not supposed to question it. There was a part of me that was all for hooking my hands under her knees and pulling her forward so I could kiss her. I had half a prosthetic flapping on my face, which would be the least of all reasons it would be awkward, but I was this close to not giving a fuck.

But this wasn't any hot brunette girl. This was Sadie. And Sadie was my friend. Which meant that while my subconscious occasionally slipped while I was sleeping, I really shouldn't be even considering her. Still…with her sitting this close to me, hair falling in her face and her mouth open like that…it was hard. Pun not intended, but acknowledged.

But before I could do anything about the situation, Sadie seemed to collect herself. She didn't spring off me, she didn't scrunch up her face, and she didn't crack a joke.

"Don't move," she repeated, just in a whisper. She was close enough now that I could literally feel the breath of her words on my mouth, and I pursed my lips together. And then she went right back to gluing on my snout, eyes trained on her work. She leaned forward to get a closer look, and while she wasn't quite pressed up against me, I could almost sense her chest inches away from pressing into mine. And thinking about that for the half a second I did was probably one of the riskiest decisions I ever made.

My eyes went wide and I pressed myself farther back into the chair, clenching my jaw closed. No. No, no, no. I wasn't thinking about what it would feel like to have her chest pressed into me. I wasn't thinking about how my hands could easily slide over her thighs. I wasn't thinking about how far up on my legs she was sitting. I wasn't and I couldn't think about it. Because this was already awkward, and the absolute last thing I needed on the planet right now was to start objectifying Sadie while she was sitting on my lap, in a prime spot to witness the boner I was about two seconds away from getting.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not thinking about how I could feel it whenever her legs shifted. Not thinking about how her fingers were trailing much too close to my lips as she tried to glue down the snout under my nose. Not thinking about how her hair was occasionally tickling the side of my face as she leaned over me. I wasn't thinking about it. No Sadie. No boner. No awkward.

I tried closing my eyes for a second, and almost immediately forced them back open. Bad idea. Then I'd be focusing on exactly what I was feeling, and my brain would have to come up with some visual image of what was happening on its own and probably wouldn't come to the most accurate conclusion. I had to keep my eyes open to keep myself grounded in reality. And I also had to start focusing on the most unattractive things possible.

Sadie shifted slightly farther back on my legs, and while I was supremely grateful for the distance, the sensation almost made me groan out loud.

Oh yeah. She was not going to make this easy. It was going to be a really, really long hour.


A/N: Guess who had entirely too much fun writing this? God, I had so much fun writing this. Why is writing sexually frustrated Stiles so much fun? Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed it. A couple different people asked for it, so I hope it met your expectations.

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-Brittney