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The next morning Stiles awoke with a blissful smile on his face, having felt, for the first time in months, truly settled. Like all his worries were non existent. He didn't feel sad, or hurt, or even angry, he just felt like Stiles again. It was amazing how just one night back in the arms of the girl he loved had changed everything. It wasn't just sex... It was reforming that connection, that bond, being so wrapped up in one another that nothing else mattered. It was hearing her say, without realising, that she loved him - something she last said when she was dying in his arms. It was nice to hear those words again, even if she had no memory of saying them, too enveloped in pleasure to notice.
He stretched out, glancing sideways but the bed was empty. He frowned, reaching out to touch the bedsheets but they were cold and just before full panic could kick in, he heard the shower running and breathed a sigh of relief. For a second she thought she just left, his fears almost resurfacing that once she got what she wanted from him she would leave and not look back.
He shrugged out of the covers, not even bothering to put any clothes on as he padded through to the tiled bathroom, pushing open the door and stepping through, the hot steam immediately hitting him as he strained his eyes to see Kayla standing there under the steady stream of water, back facing him, soaking up the soothing heat of the water.
"Morning" he greeted cheerfully, unable to keep the boyish smile of his face as he remembered the countless hours they spent unable to keep their hands off each other, "it's early, you didn't have to get up already"
Kayla stood there listening to him speak, wishing he didn't wake so soon so she had time to gather her thoughts and stop the shaking that seized her body as she was drowning in something so positive, so happy, she didn't recognise the feelings. It was unnerving how much she was feeling all at once and that was because of him, because of Stiles.
"Kaylz?" She heard him step forward, "you okay?"
She stood still, listening to him open the glass shower door and step in behind her.
"Don't get any ideas in your head" she warned, trying to keep her voice hard, "that was just a one night stand. It can't happen again"
Except she wanted it to happen again. She was so confused.
"What?" Stiles whispered in shock, reaching out to stroke her bare upper arms, "it was more than that Kaylz. I know that and you know that, why else would you say you loved me?"
She spun around, facing him fully, "I... I never said that" she denied, her voice trembling, "I don't love you. I don't. That, last night... It was just sex. Nothing else"
"Kaylz..." He reached out, cupping her wet cheek and stroking away the drips of water cascading down her skin, "don't be scared. I love you"
She gazed onto his face, heart racing at experiencing so many wonderful things surging through her veins, things she hadn't felt in so long that it was terrifying, "well I don't love you. Not anymore. So please leave" trying to keep her voice hard and unwavering as she nodded towards the exit.
He frowned in hurt, expression twisting into agony, "don't push me away Kaylz. Not after last night" he shook his head, "I know what happened wasn't just sex. Not the way you were looking at me. Not the way you were touching me. Not the way you said I love you"
She started to panic, her heart beating out of her chest, "It meant nothing"
"No it didn't. Not to me and not to you. I know how you feel Kaylz..." He stroked her cheek one last time before trailing his hand down her water covered bare body to rest the palm of his hand over her thundering heart and she gulped nervously, "Remember how safe you felt when I was on top of you?" He whispered huskily, not dropping his soft stare from her panicked one, "and how content you felt because it was me between your legs and not some random stranger? How my lips felt all over your body?" His other hand ever so slowly reaching out to cup her hip and guide her forward against his chest, beads of water bouncing off her body and soaking his, "remember how happy you felt every time I told you I loved you because you know how true it is? Last night wasn't just sex" he promised, tilting his head forward to press his forehead against hers, "it was you being open and vulnerable... Holding me... Looking at me like you saw no one else... It was making love, and you can lie and deny it all you want but we both know what I said was the truth"
She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, standing there under the shower feeling so vulnerable, so unguarded, she didn't know what to make of it.
"Stiles..." Her voice was quiet and meek, "please go"
"No" he shook his head before dropping it down to her shoulder, softly dragging his lips along the curve of her neck, "I'm not going to leave. Never again"
She shuddered, loving the feel of his hands on her, unintentionally inching closer to their chests touched, letting out a quiet moan as his lips dusted along her pulse point, her hands gliding up his wet arms to sink her nails into the skin, keeping him close.
She didn't have the strength to push him away or the willpower. She was like putty in his hands, giving in to his touch. He felt her already racing heart thump against his palm as he gently pushed her back against the glass shower, the shower head now pelting down hot water above his head.
"Kaylz... Look at me" he requested and she did, tilting her head back to watch him, "I love you. I love you so frigging much..." Still holding her hip as he reached out with his other hand to cup her breast, moving his lips along her temple and down her cheekbone, "you're the one Kayla. Don't be scared" he reassured, "don't be scared to feel..." Kissing her nose and then her lips, thumbing around her nipple and feeling her gasp before slinking his grip down to her thighs and picked her up, holding her back against the glass as her legs wrapped around his hips, "I'm here" he promised, "I'm here and I love you"
She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, gently attacking his jawline with careful playful nips and kisses before he carefully and slowly swivelled his hips closer to hers, reaching out to grab the base of his cock and guide it towards her entrance, thrusting upwards into her so she moaned loudly, nails slicing into his wet skin and he didn't even care about the fact the water bouncing off his back was burning hot or that it was slippy and he was sure he was going to fall, he just wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her feel anything positive.
He let go of one of her thighs, reaching up to hold her cheek in the palm of his hand to urge her to look at him, their lust filled intense stares meeting, brown and green clashing.
"Stiles..." She whimpered, not quite ready to admit what she may be feeling, the feelings so foreign and unusual it terrified her, "please... Please don't go"
That was good enough for him. He smiled gently, pushing into her deeper to hear her moan and clench around him.
"I won't" he whispered, dropping his hips slowly before pushing her harder against the glass and thrusting upwards, making love to her slowly and gently, just to remind her exactly how she deserved to be treated - loved and cared for, not used or hurt, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something special.
After they finished they didn't speak. Don't get him wrong, he wanted to, he wanted to hold her and speak about anything and everything but she just slid down his body and stepped out from the shower, wrapping a white towel around her body and padded back through to the bedroom without opening her mouth, busying herself with blow drying her hair and curling it, bronzing the hollows of her cheeks as she sat perched at the table, gaze occasionally moving from her own reflection in the mirror to watch him but when their gazes would meet and he would smile, she would duck her head, pretending she never saw him.
Although he wished she would smile and joke and laugh he realised it wasn't as simple as that. She had gone so long without feeling that it was probably overwhelming for her whatever emotions she was experiencing. He got that. He was just happy she opened up to him in some way.
He tugged on his pants, zipping them up and tying the button, running a hand through his damp messy hair to try and control the wild tendrils but they had a mind of their own, sticking up on end no matter how hard he tried to flatten them.
He was sure he saw her smirk a little in amusement in the reflection, casually reaching into one of the drawers and pulling out a comb, holding it back silently for him to take.
His lips quirked, walking forward to take it from her grip, muttering a quiet "thanks" as he combed through his locks but it still didn't work as well as he hoped, looking like he was dragged through a hedge backwards.
"So uh…" he started off saying a little nervously, standing behind her as he dropped the comb back to the dressing table in front of her, "do you want to talk about it now?"
He watched her back straighten, an alarmed look crossing her features as her eyes flickered up to meet his in the reflection.
"I already said Stiles-"
"That it was a one night stand, yeah, I heard" he interrupted, taking a hold of her shoulders and spinning her around on the backless seat so she was facing him, crouching down to eye level so his presence didn't intimidate her, "but I don't believe you and I think even you don't believe you"
It was only yesterday he watched as she slaughtered nine people in cold blood, acting nothing but ruthless and determined but watching her now, sitting hunched on the seat, shoulders slumped and wrapped in nothing but a thin towel, she seemed oddly vulnerable.
"What do you want me to say Stiles? That it was… that it was amazing?" she asked quietly, "that being with you felt right and made me regret ever sleeping with all those people? Is that what you want to hear?"
He smiled gently, "only if it's true"
"Then…. Then yeah, it was amazing" she admitted quietly, "and I don't know quite what to do with that"
He reached out, cupping her cheek and stroking his thumb alone her cheekbone and noticed how she relaxed at his touch, gaze softening as she studied his expression.
"You have me" he whispered gently, "I'm not going to rush you into anything. Take your time, get your head around things" he advised.
"And what if I tell you that what happened last night was really just sex?" she asked, "that I don't want you for more than anything than your body?"
He shrugged, "then I won't believe you. because…. Because there you were, underneath me, holding onto me, letting me make love to you when you said you loved me. You didn't hear it, but I did. I heard it Kaylz because I always hear you. Always"
She gulped, gaze flickering down to his mouth, "I'm a murderer. I'm the bad guy" she shook her head in disappointment, "I'm not capable of feeling love"
"You think you're not, there's a difference" he said quietly, "so I'm going to go and uh, I'll see you in school alright?" he asked, trying for a small smile that she didn't return, she just nodded and he saw confliction racing through her gaze – she was confused, not sure what she was really feeling.
He stood back up, leaning down to kiss her forehead, lips dusting along her smooth skin but she curled her fingers around the material of his shirt and tugged him a little further down, tilting her head up to capture his lips and for a few brief seconds his mind went completely blank, unable to concentrate on anything bar her lips on his, her hands sliding around to cup her neck as she deepened the kiss, breathing in his scent.
He fumbled once he got his bearings, hands blindly reaching down to slide down her back and latch onto her hips, easing her to stand up off the stool and guide her back until her ass hit the dressing table, fingers squeezing her thighs to lift her up onto it, settling between her legs.
She shuddered, raking her nails through his unruly mop as he tasted her sweet lips, her mouth hot and fervent against his, needily grabbing at him and pulling him into her, their lips continuously meeting, once, twice, three times, over and over again until he was breathless and sweaty. Her mouth was insistent and forceful, dominant even, parting his lips so she could sweep her tongue along his bottom lips, fingers working on unbuckling his pants.
He didn't stop her.
He didn't want to.
She pushed the pants off his hips as his own hands unravelled the towel from around her bare body, fingers dancing along her lightly bronzed skin to curl around her waist as her back arched, gasping a little as she pulled his briefs down his legs and he wasted no time, pulling her forward so she was balancing at the end of the table, guiding her long bare legs high around his hips before slamming into her, grabbing at her body as she moaned.
It was pure frantic need, each desperate to be a part of one another's body, nails biting and scratching at skin, lips hot and wet just as Stiles tugged at her hair roughly, attacking the side of her neck with hungry powerful kisses as he snapped his hips harshly against hers, loving the way she completely fell apart against him, choosing to pick her up and ram her back into the wall, denting the plaster but neither of them cared, her needy whimpers and moans urging him on until they reached their dizzying heights of their release, both breathing heavily.
He was a little rougher than normal – he didn't know if that was pure raw need or the nogitsunes' darkness slipping through but either way that was how he took control of that situation – by fucking her so hard she winced as she stood, legs wobbling a little.
"You okay?" he asked breathlessly, holding her steady with one arm as the other tugged up his pants and blindly tried to redo them up.
She nodded, avoiding his gaze, "yeah… of course"
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he murmured in worry, "I'm sorry if I did, I-"
"You didn't hurt me" she shook her head, knees finally stopping wobbling, "that was just exactly how the nogitsune screwed me. That… that rough obsessive kind of fuck, that's all"
He frowned, "you mean when he took you to the Hale house?"
She nodded, casting her mind back to the moment in time when he got inside her head, forcing the enchantress part of her out to play, remembering how fierce his lips were, how powerful his body was, how rough and aggressive he got as he fed off her power. The only difference between then and now was that, now, she could feel how badly Stiles loved and craved her, desperate to feel every inch of her, to make them both feel good but back then it was one sided, the nogitsune getting high off her power as he used her.
She remembered how strong he was, pinning her down hard enough to leave bruises. How deep his teeth were against her skin. The way he fucked her, so relentlessly and aggressively that she remembered not being able to move, slamming into her hard enough to bruise and even when she woke, despite her very obvious pain tolerance and enjoyment for rough sex due to her seductress side, she felt like her entire lower body had been dipped in acid.
She saw his expression twist into guilt, no doubt about to mutter an apology but she just kissed him to cut him off, not wanting to hear his apologies. With the nogitsune, it was different. But with Stiles it was right. It was good. It was nice even.
She smiled against his lips before pulling back, leaning up to whisper in his ear, "relax, you know I like it when you let loose"
He blushed a little, coughing to clear his throat as she dropped back down to the balls of her feet, "Uh… heh, o-okay, just as long as you're, y'know, alright"
She nodded, reaching down to wrap the towel around her blissfully aching body, coming back down to earth with a bang – that they actually just spent the entire evening and night together, unable to stop touching one another's bodies and she didn't quite know what to do with the realisation that she wanted him so much she couldn't think straight when he wasn't with her – and not just sexually, she wanted to talk to him, spend time with him, hold his stupid fucking hand and that was terrifying.
He must've noticed her change in demeanour again because he smiled softly, tucking some curled hair behind her ear, "I'll see you at school Kaylz… love you"
She still wasn't used to hearing that, her spine tingling as she glanced up at him, feeling nerves seize her body. Did he want her to say it back? Was she even capable of that when she wasn't blinded by the throes of passion?
So she just simply nodded her head, watching as he left the room but didn't fail to glance once more over his shoulder to quirk his lips at her, that adorable innocent boyish smile lighting up his face.
Oh god… she thought when the door closed, she was so screwed.
Stiles strode into school the next morning, pulling his backpack higher on his shoulder as he near enough scurried down the halls, desperate to see of Kayla would show up like she said she would or if she would avoid him like the plague. He really hoped it wasn't the latter. He felt they finally made progress, that she was softer and open with him, letting him in to see the most vulnerable parts of her. Not that he particularly liked imagining or remembering seeing her with anyone else but when he did it was rough and lacked passion, just a means to an end, no touchy feely, no intimacy, just sex but last night it wasn't just sex. It was her letting him top, letting him slink down between her legs to eat her out as she lost herself in his touch. She had never let her guard down that much before.
He found Lydia and Scott standing next to the redhead's locker so made his way over, body a little jittery with nerves.
"Uh hey" he greeted, not even giving his friends a chance to reply before he was talking again, "you haven't seen Kayla by any chance, have you?"
"No"
"Nope" Lydia shook her head but pursed her lips, glancing down at her phone, "but she has another ten minutes till first bell, there's still time"
"O-Oh" he deflated a little, nervously biting his lip as he glanced back towards the double doors, wishing she would appear through, "okay"
"Is she well enough to come in today?" Scott questioned, "I mean… after that spell her body wasn't exactly in tip top condition"
He remembered their kisses, their touches, her moans and whimpers, the way her perfectly framed mouth moved all over his body, how they moved in perfect harmony fitting together like jigsaw puzzles and just gulped, cheeks flushing a little red as he stared at his two friends.
"Y-Yeah" he squeaked, "I mean, she's great. Couldn't exactly see for a while and sounded like a chain-smoker but, yeah, she's perfect. Amazing even. No signs of being zombified"
Scott just frowned at his ramblings but Lydia was looking at him knowingly, a curious frown etched between her perfectly shaped brows and he could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out what had happened.
"Then have some patience" Scott chuckled, "you know Kayla's not exactly one to arrive early"
"Yeah, 'course, of course, yeah, I'm chill, I'm just gonna chill here for a bit in the chill zone" nodding his head, "and not panic because panicking is bad and I don't even know why I'm saying all this"
Lydia smirked, her eyes going wide, "oh my god, is that a hickey on your neck?" she asked, reaching forward to tug the collar of his shirt down to closer inspect the blossoming bruises littering his pale skin, purple and red blotches sunken into the curve of his neck, "you slept with Kayla didn't you?"
Scott's jaw dropped in shock but Lydia's smile was dazzling, hell if she could snap her fingers and make confetti explode from the ceiling then he was sure she would've done that.
He just smiled, starting to feel giddy inside as he remembered how unbelievably happy he felt last night, finally feeling complete, but never said anything, twisting his head around to watch the double doors just as they opened to reveal Kayla walking through them dressed casually in denim dungarees and a cropped stripy top underneath, her eyes sliding across the hall until they met his, green and brown clashing and swirling together.
He stopped still, background blurring and fading away, the noise of the corridor going silent as he felt like he had suddenly been suspended in time, seeing nothing but her soft stare on his, his stomach twisting into knots when her lips quirked at him.
She came. She wasn't avoiding him. Avoiding the truth maybe, but not him.
He awkwardly raised his hand, giving her a small wave feeling like a blushing fifth grader trying to grab his crush's attention but her shoulder shook a little as she laughed to herself, gaze dropping to the floor as she slowly made her way down the corridor.
"So how was it?" Lydia asked and despite the obvious crappy situation they were all in with the deadpool list she sounded ecstatic and curious, tugging on his shirt sleeve to get his attention impatiently, "Stiles you better answer me, I need to know. All the details"
He smiled, glancing around to stare at his two friends as he simply said "amazing" with so much awe and love in his voice that Lydia suddenly felt like fanning herself.
"I need more" she gushed, "you've got to give me more than that Stiles"
"She… she said she loved me" he supplied, still shocked that that had happened and apparently his friends were too as they gaped at him, "right before, y'know… the first time…"
"The first time?" Lydia asked with wide amazed eyes, "how many times was there?"
He had lost count. Too many. For hours on end.
He let her straddle him, her hands enclosing around his wrists and pinning him to the bed , slowly grinding her hips against his as she teased him with her lips, pulling back every time he went to capture them to smirk in delight, leaning down so their sweaty chests met, his stomach coiling as he felt the hard peaks of her breasts digging into his chest to whisper lovingly dirty things in his ear that had him a groaning mess as she worked him to edge, only pushing herself back up and throwing her head back as she came, jolting and squirming on top of him as he watched her naked body move, ghost of his fingers trailing over her hot skin.
He remembered her laughing as he grabbed her and spun her around, pinning her to the bed as he disappeared back between her legs, attentively and gently lapping up their arousal before sweeping his tongue out around her flushed clit, sucking it delicately into his mouth as his mouth enclosed around her wet core, slinging her legs around his shoulders until she was a screaming mess below him, jolting and squirming in pure ecstasy as he hit every spot she was yearning for, coming in dizzying delight before accidentally jolting a little hard and flipping backwards off the bed and ending up splayed across the carpet.
He had laughed at that, unable to stop as he crawled down next to her, asking if she was okay through the hysterical laughs escaping his lips with which she replied "your tongue is just too good" and just to make it up to her, he went down on her again, not wanting to leave the warmth of her thighs around his head, the pleasurable pain from the handfuls of hair she was tugging, the sweet taste of her arousal on his mouth as he brought her over the edge so many times he lost count.
She had then flipped them over, riding his face as he grabbed at her, sinking his tongue deep inside her pulsating warmth until she nearly collapsed in exhaustion, rolling onto the floor next to him.
But they didn't stop there, just took a breather. Before he had known it, she was kissing his mouth, his neck, dragging her tongue down his chest, stroking his cock to a steady slow rhythm before enclosing her mouth around the tip, slowly and sensually sucking on it and flicking her gaze back to his to watch his expression twist into insane pleasure. She had made good use of her hands, twisting her grip up and down the shaft of his cock her mouth had yet to reach before sinking a little deeper, taking more and more of him in, tongue tracing each bulging vein that was throbbing in his cock before pulling back, licking a long line all the way from the tip of his flushed cock that was oozing precum to his perineum, pressing light feather like kisses to the sensitive area until he couldn't help but fist her hair to try and ground himself, vision tunnelling once she rolled her tongue around his balls, not dropping her gaze from his as she wrapped those perfect lips around them, sucking on them and that was when he nearly passed out but managed to hold it together until she went back to deepthroating him slowly, eagerly swallowing his cum when he jolted inside her mouth.
He went blind with pleasure by that point, unable to do much more than sweep her into his arms and kiss her slowly and deeply, hands gliding over the entirety of her smooth firm body until she leaned up to whisper in his ear something about a pool and had dragged him up, laughing as he fumbled after her down the corridor and down the lift, quietly breaking into the spa area and with a devilish smile, had let go of his hand and jumped into the pool, making a loud splash.
He had soon followed her in, messing about playfully before he swept her into his grip, holding her tightly against his naked body and splashed clumsily over to the side of the pool, pinning her against the tiles before sinking into her once again.
She moaned, placing her elbows above the edge of the pool to keep them steady which caused her chest to stick out, his eyes wandering down to her perky breasts being splashed with water and had attacked her neck in delicate kisses as he made love to her, being extra slow and extra deep just to hear her moans echo around the room but before they could cum, she had wrapped her around his neck, pulling him under water to kiss him, her long legs wrapping around his hips to keep him buried deep and he remembered finding it a little hard to stick to a good rhythm under water but they managed, both reaching their climax just shortly after one another, continuing to make out underwater until Stiles got breathless, kicking his way to the surface.
He remembered watching her lead him back to the room as she pushed him back against the wall, lips exploring his naked wet body, hands gliding over his skin before lifting her up and holding her against the wall as he made love to her again. Then on the dressing table. Then out on the balcony, pressing her front over the edge and bending her hips the way he liked before jerking his hips inside her, not caring who heard.
He remembered how they kissed – slowly, passionately, needy, sometimes just kissing for what felt like hours as he pinned her beneath him, her lips tasting like sweet strawberries. How he left passionate bruises all over her skin – on her neck, her breasts, her ribs, on the inside of her thighs, how he flipped her around to he could kiss over the curve of her ass, rubbing the flushed skin before asking her if he could take her that way.
She had nodded, grabbing the lube for him so he could oil up his cock and massage it across her ass, taking it slow and careful as he kissed the back of her neck, placing his hands on either side of her head which she grabbed to stabilise herself, her moans making his ears ring.
They had flirted, made jokes, laughed, kissed until they were breathless and literally made love until they couldn't anymore, both exhausted and drained so he coaxed her onto his chest, letting her fall asleep on top of him, his chin resting atop her head as she drifted off to sleep, stroking her bare back, circling each bump in her spine until he, too, feel asleep in the first blissful, nightmare free sleep he had had in months.
Yeah, he probably shouldn't tell them all that.
So he just settled with saying "lots. Lots and lots of times" watching Lydia smile giddily like Christmas had come early just as Kayla stopped opposite them, biting her lip in contemplation.
"Uh… Hi" she said, nodding at him and he blushed a little, meeting her stare.
"Hi back"
"Thanks for last night" she mumbled, "it uh… it was…"
He quirked a brow as she seemed lost for words, "good?" he supplied.
"Great" she corrected, "like... really great. We should do it again some-time"
His jaw dropped, "Oh my go-yeah, yeah sure, of course" because that was an admittance that she wanted more of him, she wasn't going to push him away again, "an-anytime"
She smiled at his ramblings, "See you in chem class?"
He nodded, "I'll, uh, I'll save you a seat"
She nodded, accepting that answer before excusing herself, walking down the corridor as all three of them watched her go, each with varying degrees of shock on their faces.
"Jeez Stiles-" Scott mumbled in shock just as Kayla turned the corner but not before sending him an innocent smile, "-your dick must have magical properties or something because whatever that was, it was a dam miracle"
A/N) SEE AGAIN IM NICE lol hahaha still kinda smutty whoops but I think you all like that haha so what do you think? What about Kayla still not accepting the I love you thing but willing to now actually try start something with stiles? And Lydia n.o 1 stayla fan lmao haha anyway pls pls review and I shall see you all soon, love you, byeeee x
