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Forfeit

25 – Cliffhangers and Research Duties

"Don't let go," Lydia's voice is annoyingly calm considering we are literally dangling off of the edge of a cliff.

At least she doesn't weigh that much.

My hand is slipping on the tiny little branch that's all that's holding us up. I can't grab anything else because there is nothing else and Lydia's clinging to my other hand anyway.

"Stupid centaurs," I mutter and then yell, "PETER!" My voice will carry further for him, and Lydia's will carry further for Jackson, "Lydia call for Jackson, we need help."

For a few seconds I think she's going to refuse and then she screams for him, her voice is very high pitched and I think my ear drum just ruptured, "He had better make it in time, if I die he is going to get a piece of my mind."

I'd feel sorry for Jackson but I don't.

"Well on the plus side our plan worked," I point out to her.

"I'm not talking to you," she replies, "You didn't tell me about the cliff variable, so I couldn't calculate it in." I glance down to see her death glare aimed at me.

"Really? You're blaming me for a cliff I didn't know was here?" Urgh Peter is so much easier to work with than her sometimes, and then I grin because I've come up with a way to get more kisses out of him.

"I do not want to know," Lydia says, "You have that disgusting look on your face again."

"Okay, I won't tell you," I nod my agreement and wait; it won't take her long.

I get to fifty-four in my head before she huffs, "Fine, tell me."

"No, I can't do that Lydia, you said not to…" Who knew teasing her would be so much fun?

"You hang out with Peter far too often," she grumbles, "He does that to me too."

"I know," I smirk to myself, "He told me about it and I couldn't resist trying it out too," in fact he's done it to her several times, she just has to know things, she's too smart to not want to know, and he takes his time stringing it out until she gets extra grumpy.

"I'm going to get the pair of you back for that," she threatens and I laugh because I know she will and I'll regret it when she does, "So…" She changes the subject, "You and Peter are still okay? He's not pushing you into things you're not ready for?"

"He's not pushing me at all," I grumble, "I'm ready but we're hobbled by the damn law, why does it have to be eighteen? I want to do more with him, explore stuff, hold hands in public, boast that he's my honey, and I can't." It's so frustrating.

"Only a few more months now Stiles," She reassures me, "And then we'll throw you another birthday party, this time without a salamander and we'll set it up to give you some alone time with Peter when you're legal. Consider it my birthday present to you."

"Thanks Lydia," I tell her gratefully.

"Yes," Peter's voice floats down and I look up to see him appear, he lays down and grabs my hand pulling us up to safety, "Thank you Lydia, I am very much going to enjoy Stiles' eighteenth birthday, and I'm going to ensure he does too."

Flushing at him I smile, I can't wait for my birthday, until then we'll try out my new idea.

All the centaurs are dead or promising to never intrude on Hale land again, one of the dead ones fell on Jackson, and they're heavy, so he's wiggling out from under it to come and see Lydia who's pissed and then demands he wash before he comes near her because he's covered in centaur's guts.

"Um, Peter and I are leaving," I tell Derek, "We'll do some research make sure nothing nasty gets sprung on us from the centaurs," I say to get us out of cleaning up and push Peter towards the jeep.

"Good idea Stiles," Peter says and takes my hand, "Phone us if you need us," he tacks on and we escape with only Derek's glare following us.

At home I let myself in and then run up to my room to let Peter in, we boot up our computers and sync them, he glances at me, "Do you want a soda?"

"Nope, oh and I owe you a forfeit," I lean over and kiss him lingering a little, "We should set up those search engines you created, let them run in the background while we do more specialised stuff," he nods accepting it and I grin at having gotten that past him.

Once the searches are running he asks me what the other more specific stuff is that I want to look at. Getting up I stretch and then straddle his lap, "Well, I was thinking, we're not going to do anything major until I'm eighteen, so I really should do some practical research into the more physical stuff with you, like make out on a regular basis, otherwise it's going to be too much of a jump for my poor little system to handle."

That pleased smile crosses his face, "We'll have to set up some rules first."

"Got that covered," I grab a folder marked homework and pull out the chart I'd made, "We should start small and then work our way up to more advanced stuff."

He reads the chart and nods, "I agree, so kissing, lots and lots of kissing, it is," he puts the chart down and then his arms slide around me and his head slants so the angle is right for kissing and I smile against his mouth. "Shh," he murmurs, "We're researching and it's a serious business."

"Sorry," my grin gets bigger and I hold the next kiss for longer and slip my tongue along his lip, he jumps but opens his mouth so I can push in, I'm not sure what I'm doing or how to do it but his tongue meets mine and I groan as they tangle.

My hands are working into his hair and I press harder to get him to do something, anything, and then his tongue is in my mouth and it deepens, and darkens and I moan again, god this is amazing, no wonder people make out and kiss, and oh my god, he's licking the inside of my mouth.

He breaks the kiss long enough to say, "Breathe Stiles, use your nose," and then he's darting back to kiss the air from my body. I struggle to keep it to just kissing and make my hips hold still but I started this and I'm sticking to it.

I think I'm getting the hang of this kissing thing when his phone rings and he grunts as he pulls back from our research. Leaning I rest my head on his shoulder and pant as need and want consume me, god no wonder Scott kept ditching me to get this from Allison. I lick my swollen lips as he talks, I'm too zoned out and high on Peter to care what it's about, I just want more kisses.

"Yes," he sighs, "I'll be there in a minute, I'll have to finish off the research with Stiles another day," he hangs up, "Derek and his damnable timing, I have to go," and I make a negative whining noise. His hands slide under my legs and he picks me up easily as he stands up and god that is hot so I whine again, "Yes, think about what I can do with all this werewolf strength," he murmurs into my ear.

Shivering I buck my hips and then I'm flying through the air with a yelp, to land safely on my bed, my legs spread and he stares down at me, "Stiles, I want you to know that that image is going to be very much at the forefront of my mind when I take care of business later," he rubs his own hand down his front and then palms his clearly hard dick through his pants, "It's going to be a repeat business problem tonight," and then the bastard blows me a kiss and vanishes out of the window with a laugh.

Five seconds later and I'm scrabbling to open my pants and take care of my own business, I last a few pitiful seconds and then I moan his name and cum so hard I see stars.

Basking in the afterglow I dazedly wonder how I'm supposed to survive sex with him if I'm this close to dying of pleasure from something as simple as kissing him and being told he's going to jerk off tonight thinking of me.

My phone buzzes, it's Peter, "Cheat, I heard that xxx."

Laughing I lay back and decide we must do much more research, often, for long periods of time, in different ways and positions.

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