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Chapter Twenty-Five
Nervously, Serena eyes herself in the mirror. Her lips painted a soft pink, lids a purple hued smokey eyes causing her chocolate eyes to pop, her hair fell in a perfect curtain around her petite frame. She looked nice, she knew that much. It didn't shake off how skeptical she felt over what Stiles had intended for them tonight. More so, she worried if she would be able to maintain control. Tomorrow was the full moon after all.
"He is here!" Lydia squealed as she read over Stiles text. Unfortunately, Kate still held Serena's phone hostage; she really needed to invest in a new one.
Kira and Lydia both ran over to the window looking out to see Scott and Stiles exiting the jeep. The strawberry blonde circled Serena analytically one last time to check for any imperfections. Satisfied, she smiled broadly at her masterpiece. "Go," she urged when Serena stayed motionless before the mirror. "We are going to watch through the window."
Serena grumbled "creeps" under her breath. Shakily, she reached for the door handle and descended down the steps to the front of the house. Scott stationed himself near the door alone, a tight smile on his lips. He radiated anxiety.
Reaching out a hand she squeezed his shoulder locking eyes with him warily, "What?"
"Nothing-" he exhaled sharply. Tonight Scott would allow Serena to have a normal summer night and a romantic date with his best friend. The problems with Kate, which technically was a theory, could wait until tomorrow on the real night of the full moon. "You look great." He brought her into a bone crushing hug that further Serena's worry. "Have an amazing night… and ugh, stay safe? Like. You know."
Still wrapped in his arms she chuckled into his chest, "I'm worried now and don't say 'you know' to me. Icky, like, you realize Stiles is your best friend right? Isn't it weird to think about him and I having-"
"Shhh you are ruining this perfect moment of me not chaining you upstairs in my closet so I can keep an extremely close eye on you," Scott pulled back with a grimace. "Plus, Stiles is super excited. I don't want to kill my best friend tonight, please."
"You going to keep watch?"
"I will pop in eventually, sorry. I-I want to make sure you don't kill him. I'd hate to find out my best friends was ripped to shreds on this date he's going on with this amazing woman he just can't shut up about."
Standing on her toes she placed a quick kiss on Scott's cheek. He smiled, opening the front door for her. She shot him a small wave as she stepped outside. Stiles was leaning on the passenger side of his jeep making obscene gestures up at Kira and Lydia through the window. With a giggle, she strolled in his direction. Head snapping to hers, his maple eyes widened gaping openly at her attire. With newfound confidence Serena swayed her hips the rest of the short journey.
The car door popped open and he grinned down at her bashfully. He held out a hand, which she took with an amused expression as he helped her in to the car. Climbing in the drivers seat, Stiles drove off without a peep. Serena waved bye to Lydia and Kira who were squealing in the window happily for Stiles new love interest and their new girlfriend.
Smiling, Serena watched her date fidget in his seat. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, ran a hand through his hair, and bobbed his head to music she couldn't hear because the radio was off. After a moment of watching him she asked, "What are we doing stud?"
He laughed at the nickname. "It is a surprise."
"Lydia told me she planned it and I'm scared because she told me once that she watches 'The Notebook' once a week."
"Yeah, I know how much you love Nicholas Sparks movies…" Stiles licked his lips, trying to force the smile off his lips. "It is pretty cheesy, but I thought it would be fun."
"Well, as long as you think so. Don't do anything you wouldn't find fun. I'm easily satisfied."
"Are you?" Stiles wiggled his brows suggestively.
She winked. "You will have to see for yourself."
He cleared his throat, she could smell the immediate arousal at her words. Serena turned on the radio letting it softly flow through the speakers. She tried to guess where Stiles was taking her, but they traveled past anything she could imagine and into forested territory. Her eyes stared out the window watching vibrant green trees fly by. They were pretty far from civilization, Serena started to worry that if she somehow ended up attacking Stiles, would Scott be able to reach them in time to save him?
"Tell me where we are going," Serena urged, bouncing in the passenger seat impatiently. They hadn't said a word for fifteen minutes and it was driving her insane.
Stiles sighed loudly, "No."
"Pretty please."
"No," he repeated, smelling a waif of her perfume. He rubbed at his nose attempting to hide the scent because it really made him want to tell her anything she wanted to hear.
"What can I do to convince you to tell me?"
He sunk in his seat letting the lie spill from his lips, "Nothing."
"I doubt that."
"Me too, but I'm not telling."
"Fine!"
"Good," Stiles licked his lips. "Patience is a virtue."
"One that I never learned."
"Clearly."
"I don't think you did either, smarty pants."
"Really? Smarty pants?"
"I can say something a lot meaner if you want."
"Nah."
"Where are we anyway?"
"Somewhere."
"You're awful."
"Well, you are awful."
"No."
"Yes."
"No I'm not!" Serena huffed.
"You're right, you are extra awful."
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"You smell."
"Like roses."
She scrunched her nose distastefully, "Roses stink."
With eyebrows raised he glanced at her. Serena still bounced in her seat dramatically. It brought him back to a time when he was young, his dad used to scold him for not sitting still in the car. He wondered how Serena's family acted with her, she was definitely hyperactive and a hand full, and kinda bossy.
"Ten more minutes, promise," a warm feeling swarmed in Serena's stomach as Stiles said the words. Maybe it was because he kept his promise at helping saving Serena's life. Reaching for his hand she entwined their fingers, looking up at him blissfully. His maple eyes met hers, a surprised expression on his face. With a happy grin he squeezed her soft hand gently.
A gasp came from Serena as a large home came in view with a sparkling lake in the background. She pressed her face against the jeeps window, her breath fogged up the glass as she asked, "This is there we are going to be?"
Stiles parked the car in the driveway. "Yeah, this is Lydia's lake house."
"Oh," Serena unbuckled herself. "What is here?"
"Well, there is a house."
She blinked at the sarcastic tone. "I didn't notice."
"Lydia… she had this elaborate idea that I should take you out to this fancy restaurant, but knowing you I made a lot of improvision's to her date."
"Good! I hate fancy restaurants. I never feel like I can eat as fast as I want because sometimes food misses my mouth and ends up in my hair or on my face or on the floor or on my clothes."
Stiles laughed, smiling confidently at making a great decision to not take her to that horribly expensive restaurant. He had Googled the menu and a plate of pasta was twenty dollars alone; no meatballs or anything. Not saying he wouldn't have paid for it, but Serena just didn't give off that 'please take me someplace extremely expensive' vibe and he was glad he rolled with that instead of taking her someplace she would have hated.
Reaching in his pocket he took out the key Lydia had loaned him. Hopping out of the car, he grabbed a duffel bag from behind his seat and ran over to Serena's side. She had let herself out of the car without his help, much to his dissatisfaction, and they walked up the pathway to the front door.
"So…" Stiles said as he opened the door. He watched the awed expression form on Serena's face as she stepped in the door he held for her. The place was exquisite; vintage furniture, antique paintings and vases, and pristine like it belonged to the Queen of England.
Stiles shut the door and dropped his bag to the ground carefully. Crouching, he dug through the contents of the bag and held out a menu for Serena. "I figure we can order from them and if not I have all these-" he grabbed a handful of roughly twenty menus. Serena smiled at the thoughtful gesture, grabbing the menus from Stiles. She skimmed the menu he had first pulled out; Mexican. "I also have these-" he pulled out chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of Champaign. "I know you can't get drunk, but I figured this would be… ugh, you know, romantic."
Serena frowned, head cocked to the side. "I can't get drunk?"
"No, your metabolism is too fast. It burns up the alcohol before you can get drunk."
"Seriously? That blows," all her dreams of partying on the strip of Vegas at twenty-one ruined.
He bobbed his head standing up. "Um… I figured we could watch Netflix?" Nervously, he shifted. "Maybe I should have followed through Lydia's plan. I just realized the first day we met we had tacos and watched Netflix. It is like I am repeating that and this can't even be considered a date. Do you want to go somewhere else? Like the movies or a not fancy restaurant?"
Serena moved towards him, stood on the tips of her toes and placed a kiss on his jaw line. "Nope. Netflix, tacos, and chocolate covered strawberries sound more amazing than anything else in the world."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Now, what are we watching?"
Stiles grabbed the strawberries and Champaign, he led them to a room with a flat screen television that had a Playstation connected to it. He busied himself turning it on while Serena sat on the couch before the television, scanning the menu growing hungry by the sight of all the tantalizing Mexican food.
"I narrowed it down to VHS, Last House on the Left, and REC," Stiles informed finally, responding to her previous question from moments ago.
"Trying to scare my pants off," she raised a brow, watching him play with the television settings.
"You are not wearing pants."
"I see you thought this over."
Turning his head, he shot her a smirk. "What does my heartbeat say?"
"Currently, your scent is stronger and that says a lot more."
"What do I smell like?" he held the Playstation remote as he sat down next to her on the couch. His body extremely close to hers on the long couch, their thighs pressed tightly against each other.
"Musky."
He chuckled, brows furrowed, "Is that a good or bad thing?"
"Yummy."
"Oh." He fumbled with the remote almost dropping it to the floor. His eyes lingered over her as she read over the menu. "Want me to order?"
"Yes, please-" she handed him the menu. "-steak taco dinner with everything and anything."
Taking out his phone he dialed the number on the front of the menu. Serena giggled as Stiles loudly spoke in the receiver informing what they wanted to eat, they had a bad connection and he clearly was frustrated. He hung up the phone, licking his lips with a bemused grin at Serena's obvious pleasure in his frustration.
"Did you decide?" he asked.
"On what?"
"What movie we will watch."
"VHS."
Stiles laughed maniacally as he searched through Netflix for the title. Apparently, this was his preferred choice. He went to press play, but Serena made a noise of objection. He raised a brow, "What?"
"We should wait until the food gets here so we aren't interrupted."
"Sure… I-I don't have anything else planned for now…. I really should have listened to Lydia."
"Here…" Serena quickly straddled Stiles, he gulped. "This seems like a fun way to pass time, don't you think?"
"So much fun," Stiles croaked. Her arms slung around his neck, lowering her lips to his molding them together. Carefully Stiles brought his shaking hands to her waist, thumbs rubbing circles on her hip bones. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, as well as felt it brush against her thigh. They stayed lips locked in the same place for a few moments, Serena grew impatient, hungry for more.
A soft moan released from Stiles throat as her hand gripped his hair, tugging him closer. Her mouth left his and he groaned longingly, already missing the contact. Her mouth trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking gently on the skin. Stiles licked his lips, still tasting her kiss. He fought for control himself as her lips on his neck grew more fierce, he wanted to- he wasn't sure all what he wanted to do because his head was so foggy, but he knew he wanted to do a lot.
Serena breathed heavily heating up Stiles skin, her hip buckled and she ground in to him. He didn't bother attempting to hide his pleasure, he twisted his fingers in the fabric of her dark gray skirt. She smirked at his increased heartbeat, his scent radiating so strongly she swore he was going to burst. She wanted him, needed him, craved him. With wide eyes she pulled back breathless.
"My-my eyes?" Serena questioned worried. Taking her right hand she saw her sharp claws, she licked her teeth feeling the fangs.
Stiles gazed at her with hooded eyes, still in a daze. "They are a very pretty gold."
She pouted, "My teeth too…"
"Here," Stiles hand slid behind her neck bringing her head down. Softly, he kissed her pouted lips. Then, he tilted her head to the side, drawing her even closer and nervously trailed his lips across her neck similar to her actions. Her claws dug in the couch at the sensation. His motions were slower than hers and more hesitant, but Serena enjoyed it.
She let out a moan when he bravely moved a hand to her highly, squeezing gently, Serena let herself grind against him. Stiles groaned in to her neck, the hand on her thigh moving up dancing on dangerous territory. She grinned, she liked this more confident Stiles. His other hand left her neck and trailed down to the curve of her hip. She regretted Lydia's decision on the high-waisted skirt wanting to feel Stiles skin on her own.
With the thought of Lydia getting her dressed, she started thinking of what Kira had read earlier. What if she lost control and hurt Stiles? Killed him during sex? Ate him? Broke his arm? What if she clawed his chest by accident?
Stiles kisses slowed, hands moving to her biceps, fingertips brushing the creamy skin. With ragged breaths he counted to ten, eyes tightly clenched. Stiles could feel her tensing and knew they were pushing it. Letting his head fall back on the couch he gazed at her; fangs exposed, breathing shallow, and dangerously sharp golden eyes.
"Told you, you are really hot when you are changing," Stiles smiled widely, referring to when they had found her and she'd been upset thinking she would look ugly like Kate Argent as a werejaguar.
"I'm not surprised. You give me that World of Warcraft player vibe."
"Shut up," he stuck out his lower lip.
"You want to know what terrifies me?" She leant her hand on his chest nuzzling him, this time aware of the purring sound vibrating from her.
He hummed, "What?"
"All I can think about is what happens if my fangs come out while I am giving you a blow job."
"Why would you say that?" Stiles squirmed. "Oh my God! Mental image. No- stop. Why?"
"Because that is what I'm thinking about. How bad do you think it would hurt?"
"A lot," he grimaced. "I have never had one before so please don't bite it off before I get the chance to experience that."
"Never?" Serena pulled back, eyes the color of chocolate that covered the strawberries they would be eating later.
"Nope," Stiles blushed.
"Why not? That is like the first thing you do before sex and I know you aren't a virgin."
"Ugh, well… I never… Malia never- she never really thought stuff like that was necessary."
Serena scoffed at the thought of pleasing someone you care about unnecessary. "If it helps, as soon as I'm not terrified I'll go all 'Teeth' on you, I'll give you one."
"Oh gross, but wasn't that her- you know?"
"Vagina, yeah. Her vagina had teeth."
Stiles backtracked her words and froze, "Ugh, you… you will give me… that?"
She giggled at the flustered expression he bore. Whispering in his ear, "I'll do a lot more than just that."
His fingers tightened around her arms informing her of his excitement, not that she couldn't feel it twitching on her inner thigh. Licking his lips, he opened his mouth to say anything, but instantly became embarrassed knowing she could hear, smell, and feel how aroused he was at the idea.
"When is your birthday?" she questioned trying to draw him out of the enclosed anxious state.
"August sixth." Stiles ran his left hand through his hair while his right hand slid down to Serena's waist.
"That's pretty close!" Serena counted, she might still be here. She wondered how her dad would react if she requested to stay in Beacon Hills There is no way he'd like the idea, but with how busy he constantly was he might be persuaded to agree.
"When is yours?"
"October third."
Stiles smiled, completely changing the subject, "You are awesome."
"I know."
"So, your ex…" Stiles shifted, his friend brushing once more along Serena causing her to snicker. "What was he like?"
She scowled, "Why?"
"I'm trying to calm down and what better way than talking about your exes? Boner killer."
"How about we not talk about my ex boyfriends," Serena said. Like she wanted to discuss her super lame past relationships, it would waste all the time she could be enjoying this extremely awesome kid she was on top of. "Anyway, your distraction has arrived, but I feel like it might give you a different kind of boner."
He raised his brows, "What?"
The doorbell rang, she jumped off his lap happily yelping "Foods here!"
Adjusting his pants, he took out his wallet following Serena to the front door. She waited, bouncing on her toes for Stiles to answer the door. He chuckled as she looked at him frantically, like she was dying without this food.
Opening the door, he grabbed the bag and handed the delivery man cash. They hurried to the previous room and unpacked their food. Stiles pressed play, dimmed the lights, and bit into his extra cheesy chimichanga.
After Serena finished her plate she looked around helplessly, still hungry with nothing else to eat. Stiles paused mid bite, cheese dangling off the corner of his mouth. He glanced down at his food sadly. Going through the bag the food came in he took out a knife, cutting a chunk off his meal. He set it down on the plate Serena had used for her, throwing her a knowing wink.
"You are probably not used to this yet, but your appetite increased because of your metabolism," he explained knowing she was still learning everything about her new self.
She picked up the food gratefully and said, "Thank you Stiles." She kissed his cheek making them pink.
Once all the food was finished, the teens snuggled in to the couch. Not bothering to wait on Stiles to make a move, Serena nuzzled to his side. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, closing her eyes she inhaled his musk bringing her a wave of comfortable bliss.
Stiles cleared his throat, an amused slanted grin, "You are purring."
"Does it bother you?"
He held her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple, "No, I like it a lot."
Ahhhh! Second have is even more dirty than this chapter! Woot. :D ENJOY! Sorry, I know I was on speed when I first started this story (not really, but it felt like it). Have been super busy, but I know how the story is going to end and every chapter that leads up to it at this point. Therefore, it might take me a bit to finish, but it shall be done. Not for a while more too. I'd say this story is going to be roughly 30-40 chapters depending on how detailed/short I write chapters.