See Chapter 1 for all warnings
Forfeit
20 – Breakdown
Having been confined to the hospital and then my room, and then the house for most of the summer to convalesce I'm looking forward to my freedom and jump into my jeep to give her a run up to the Hale house of gloom and a Pack meeting.
According to my sources, which is pretty much everyone in the Pack, Derek and Peter are getting the house torn down, they've fought the County to get it back and they're going to think how they want the new house to look, they've vetoed building anything closely resembling the old house and are even going to move the foundations.
Today is the last day the burnt out husk will be standing and Derek is unsurprisingly being growly and grumpy and just Derek really. For a few seconds I'd wondered why, and then tried to imagine what I'd be like if the few things I have of my mom were taken away, it wasn't a nice feeling.
Giving my baby a chance to turn over and then easing her out onto the road I glance down at the fuel gauge and swear, there's barely enough to nurse her to get more gas and I edge away determined to make it and not be late to say goodbye to the house.
My good intentions get thrown out of the window when my baby starts to splutter and then die on me. Swearing at Scott, and his inability to ever put gas in my jeep, I jump out to go and get the can to fill it up and bring back enough gas to get her the last third of a mile, when I remember I used it as a makeshift grenade to slow down a ghoul, Derek of course managed to throw it so it hit the creature dead on and then when the can exploded it did some serious damage, the ghoul didn't really put up much more of a fight afterwards.
I text the pack to let them know I'll be late and get ready to push my baby the rest of the distance to the gas station. I might not have been up for much to start with but even being cooped up I've kept up my exercise regime where possible, it used to consist of chilling and mashing buttons on the console's controller but ever since I've had to run for my live I've been increasing my cardio and overall muscle tone. Mostly the muscles have avoided me though I'm proud of my biceps and can't wait to get Peter to grip them, except being home all the time means no chance of him rescuing me so there has been far too little on the kissing front.
It's barely been a few minutes and the bushes rustle enough that I spin around to see Peter walk out onto the road in perfect condition, he'd have had to have run all the way from the house to here and he's not out of breath, not one hair is out of place and he looks immaculate.
And he says Derek has an urge to make splashy entrances, I honestly think it's a werewolf thing because they all do it if given half a chance.
"Stiles," my mate strolls towards me as he if just happened to be in the neighbourhood.
"Peter," I lean against my jeep, "Don't suppose you could steer while I push?" I point to my jeep.
"Is something the matter with her?" He cocks his head to one side, "She sounded fine the last time I heard her." He understands my attachment to my baby.
I don't want to own up to this but shrug, "Err, ran out of gas before I could get her here," that earns me a smirk and he steps closer and closer to me crowding me back against the jeep, finally I might get some kissing action.
"Really? That's terrible, and here you are all stranded," his smirk gets bigger, "Prey to anyone that happens along…"
"Am I supposed to mention how big your teeth look right now?" I ask him as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him even closer to me.
"No, but you could mention how in need of rescuing you are, I'm sure we could work something out," he purrs and my heart starts to speed in my chest in the hope that we can move things along.
"I'm open to ideas," I insinuate and then gasp as his hips press against mine and he's more than ready to go if that hard thing in his pants is any indication, "God, Peter," I groan as he rolls his hips just a little and I'm forced to clutch at him, "Cheater," I accuse him breathlessly and drop a hand down to his hips so he won't back off.
"I'm simply opening the negotiations in my favour," he murmurs against my lips so I surge forward and kiss him trying to tempt him to do more, "Hmm, and it seems you have an answering volley," he laughs and then his tongue is running over my lips and he thrusts again.
There's a loud tinkling sound that breaks our moment and I suck air into my lungs as Peter growls and answers his phone, "Derek," he sounds pissed at his nephew and presses the loudspeaker.
"Did you find Stiles yet?" Derek sounds worried.
"Yes, he's fine, we're going to push his jeep to get gas, we won't be long," and Peter looks pained at that.
"Good, keep in touch," and Derek hangs up.
"That boy has always had seriously bad timing," Peter grumbles and then looks back at me, "I'm sorry Stiles, it seems that our negotiations are going to have to keep for another day, or at least until later when I can get you alone," his pupils dilate and I'm pleased to see that when he steps back he has to rearrange his pants, "I'd suggest you steer and I push, I could use the fresh air."
"No problem," I have to rearrange my own jeans and I could do with sitting down, damn I may have to ask Peter to not be so aggressive on the negotiating side until I get more experience under my belt, heh, pun intended.
It doesn't take long, what with the werewolf strength, and we're soon motoring along. The turn for Derek's road comes up and I slam the breaks on and decide to go for the kill now while Peter's here.
"My new terms for the forfeit is longer kissing, possibly with tongue, and hands are allowed to roam," I offer up as my opening gambit. He just stares at me for a few minutes, "Dude you're my first anything significant I want to take time to enjoy it."
"Alright," he nods agreeing to my terms, "Done," I fist pump and get ready to bust a victory dance, "But… I want you to tell your dad about us first."
"What?" I screech a bit too high pitched to be called manly, "Why would I do that? Peter I'm too young by the laws of this fair state, he'll try and shoot you and yes you heal quickly but…" I wave my hands to try and show how epically bad this idea is.
"Stiles," his tone is annoying calm, "On your eighteenth birthday, I am going to show up on your doorstep and I am going to claim you as my mate. If you are ready we are going to have sex," hell yes we are having sex, I mentally supply, "And I am either moving in or you are moving out into mine. I don't want to spring it on your father, he should have time to get used to the idea of us before that."
Tapping the steering wheel I'm a bit shocked at Peter's possessiveness but damn you should see him in the game world, so he's going to be a bit like that now and frankly we are mates and that's working on me to the point that I don't want to be far from him for long.
"Fine," I sigh, "But let me break it to dad my way," I am not looking forward to that conversation in the slightest.
"Good," and then Peter's in my space again and I get a few more mind-blowing kisses sans tongue, "I'm eager for my next chance to rescue you."
"Not unless I save you first," I point out, I pause, "Or I could get you wash my baby for me," an eyebrow is quirked at me and I start driving again.
"No, you'll opt for kissing," he sounds so sure and he's right, damn him, but that doesn't mean I can't waver and wind him up first.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.