See Chapter One for all warnings,

Living Dreams and Nightmares

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There's so much I could do at this point to get Peter into trouble but I really don't want to see him rip people apart and besides I'm hungry, so room and food is perfect for me, I'll deal with Peter's needs after I've eaten.

Smiling innocently at the receptionist I can see her relax slightly and Peter must have caught it too as he squeezes my hand gently. The guy with our bags takes us to the bank of lifts and we get in. He presses the button near the top so we're going to be high up.

The placement makes sense as Presidential Suites tend to take up the most space and if we do have a balcony I'll have fantastic views of the city and mountains, I vaguely remember something about the lake too.

My hands are sweating again the higher the number gets on the lift, and Peter's thumb rubs over my knuckles. I have to control myself better than this, I know I can do this and I move my hand so our fingers are interlaced but it still leaves him free to keep rubbing my knuckles if he wants to.

"This way sirs," the man is overly polite and I ignore him in favour of staring at the unbelievable corridor I'm ambling down, it carpeted and so opulent it's straight out of a movie, there are chandeliers and ornate mirrors, extra pieces of furniture that serve no purpose but to look pretty and then the man is opening a door and I stumble in to find myself in a giant living room.

The room is bigger than my old bedroom in Beacon Hills and I know I was spoilt with the size of that room; in fact you could get my room in this one about four times over. There's a dining room table and matching chairs, a sofa and matching arm chairs, a coffee table, huge windows that open onto a long balcony, more chandeliers and some doors that I'm guessing the bedroom is hiding behind or the bathroom or maybe something extra.

Listening to the well-rehearsed spiel from the man I discover we have a kitchen, an extra toilet, a bedroom, and a full bathroom with tubs and showers and what could be a hot tub but I'm starting to zone out and I'm fighting the need to explore.

"Thank you," Peter tips him, "We'll call down soon for food," he turns to watch the man leave and then we're alone. "Go on, you clearly want to do something," Peter lets me go and I hunt around the suite.

The kitchen is simple and more for making coffee and keeping fruit in the fridge. The windows do open up to a balcony that runs the length of our set of rooms. The toilet is swanky and has marble all over it. The bathroom isn't much better and that much marble has to weigh a tonne and must be putting stress on the building's structure, plus I'm sure it's cold and easy to slip on when wet. There's a giant tub and a separate built in shower, two sinks, and some seriously fluffy robes hanging up.

There's only one more room to look into and that's the bedroom, the bed is huge and there are more chairs around the place, the window opens onto the same balcony as the living room and we have a giant plasma TV on the wall opposite the bed.

I don't bounce on the bed, I avoid it, and then wander out to see Peter sitting on the sofa waiting for me, "Does it meet with your approval?"

"Yes, and dude you have to see the size of the TV," I jerk a thumb behind me, he huffs a laugh and pats the sofa so I slink over to him and sit like a good little Stiles.

"Stiles," Peter starts off, "We need to talk about our physical relationship," and I know he can hear my heartbeat speed up, "You're still hurt from Oren and from the blows I gave you to keep you away from the police. I've never been with a man before so I propose that we do nothing but sleep in the same bed until we get home, and then I'm going to have to learn how to open you without causing you harm," oh thank god he's on board with stretching me, "But, I really want to do things with you," and here it comes, the blow jobs that'll make me gag and choke, "And I hope that you're interested in hand holding, having dinner together and spending time in each other's company. You are a truly fascinating young man," and he seems genuine in his statement.

"Um..." I have to stop saying that. "Okay," the handholding wasn't bad, I like food and he's just as fascinating to me.

"Good," his smile is wide, "I'll put our bags in our room, and I have a request for tonight, please can you sleep in my undershirt, you smell like another wolf and I'd prefer to transfer my scent to you as quickly as possible."

"Not a problem," I accept his terms and breathe out, a tension unknotting itself from my shoulders as I get the very unexpected bonus of time.

Peter vanishes into the bedroom and I go out onto the balcony for some air and to calm myself down, the wind is cold and I only have a t-shirt on but the city is spread out under me and I can see parts of the mountains, but when I crane my neck I can't see the lake. I'll google-fu it as I'm sure the man said we had wifi in our room.

Rustling up some menus Peter picks out steak and I'm going to go for the healthy stuff but then I see curly fries and I can't resist, Peter finds it amusing, "I'll have to remember your addiction to them, they must have magical healing properties if they can soothe a child in an arcade and now a bruised teen."

He remembered our conversation from this morning.

Shrugging I throw myself down onto a sofa and stretch out on my stomach as I connect the I-Pad to the wifi, "Do you want anything in particular on this?" I ask and he says no so I link up to find he's already registered on some sites with credit sitting there waiting to be used.

I surf the options and download some of my favourite tunes, and then add a free game or two to stop me overdosing on classics. I'm tempted to log onto my Facebook and a few other social sites but I don't want to piss Peter off, we're getting on well at the moment and I'm still achy and sore, I don't want to add to it, not that I have any friends left on Facebook and it's been over a month since I was last on there and I was down to three friends then.

A knock on the door signals our dinner arriving and I'm treated to the sight of grown men wheeling a cart in and then placing covered dishes on the dining table with a flourish and I know there are curly fries under one of the metal domes. These are the moments I wish dad or Scott were here, they mostly get my sense of humour and would find it as ridiculous as I do.

Bouncing over to the table I peek under the metal covers and locating my dinner seat myself and dig in. One of the delivery guys is giving me a look that screams disapproval so I stuff fries in my mouth and show off my worst manners, he glares at me slightly but the other guy elbows him and they back out.

Peter doesn't tip them this time and is giving them a death look, he keeps his eyes on them until they leave and only then does he wolf out. Freezing in place I'm not sure what to do as he struggles with his wolf and then he shakes himself and sits, "We'll pick out engagement rings tomorrow," his voice has an edge of wolf to it, "I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting you."

"It's cool," I try and down play it, "I'm wearing clothes that should be rags, I look like a reject from a fight scene, and I did kinda taunt him."

"I'm aware of that, but people should be able to see beneath that to the real you, they should be respectful to you," his eyes are turning red and part of me is stunned at his continued verbal acceptance of my awesomeness but the rest is terrified he's going to attack.

"Yeah well Beacon Hills had a rash of 'animal attacks' and they refused to see what was right in front of them," I counter and then realise I'm brining up the murders he committed, "Even my dad, and he used to be aware of my awesomeness, couldn't solve it," and that's a very sore point to me because it's my dad and I lied to him so much, no wonder he couldn't trust me in the end, I ruined it.

"True," he's back to normal and lifting his own metal covered dome to reveal his steak, cooked rare, "But you did, you worked it out."

"Please I had Scott being all wolfy on me, it was easier for me," I scoff and fill my face, swallowing I carry on, "Nothing like seeing your best friend's eyes go all glowy to help you really believe," I'm changing a few facts but that moment did help cement it for me.

"So we're just eating and going to sleep then?" It's a bit early for me and I've been learning meditation to help me stay in one place as I fidget, sometimes I can get it and sometimes I miss, which used to mean Brad would beat me, and Oren would kick me out of bed and I'd have to sleep on the couch once I was tired enough.

"Eventually, we can always go for a walk if you're not tired."

"Really?" I perk up, a walk would start me winding down, it's what I used to do in Beacon Hills.

"Yes, I'll happily escort you around the grounds and keep you safe on the nearby streets," he takes a bite of his steak and waves a fork at me, "We've been cooped up in the car all day, getting out will be a very pleasant end to the day."

"Cool," and this thing between us going brilliantly, I know it's going to take a nose dive soon but I'm determined to enjoy the good bits for as long as I can.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.