Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Teen Wolf, but I would love me some Tyler Posey, Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O'Brien. Oh yes, I would. And, I'm British, so if some of the jargon is different, I am sorry, but I have never been to America and know nothing of the speech. Also, I know next to nothing about the traditions in Japan or Ireland, but I'm going to guess. Please, don't take offence. Thank you, enjoy my story, and have a great day.

Stiles POV

A heavy weight draped over my mid-section was what I woke up to the morning after Isaac had come over last night. Soon after we both had finished fooling around, we fell asleep, pretty much immediately. He cuddled me closer to his body as soon as he found that I was awake, and kissed my shoulder. I grinned into the crook of my elbow, and I said, airily, "Morning, Isaac."

He smiled down at me, suddenly looming over me, and replied, "Good morning, baby. How'd you sleep?"

I turned myself around, so that I was now facing him, and replied, "Brilliantly," and I glanced upwards, through my lashes, and added, "Thank you, for last night."

He chuckled, and winked, rather vivaciously, and sat up, taking half of the covers with him.

He glanced behind at me, and I felt more exposed than I had last night, "Your shower is down the hall, right?"

I nodded, and he finished, "Do you mind if I jump in?"

I blushed at the thought, and replied, "Yeah. Go ahead."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, cheekily, and professed, "You wanna join me?" and raised his left eyebrow.

My face slackened, and I did nothing but gape at him for a few moments, not knowing at all what to say. He smiled, in that way only Isaac could, and raised his hand out towards me, and without a moment's hesitation, I held his in my own, and let him drag me to the bathroom.

Let's just say we stayed in their long after the water had run cold.

"Isaac, I think we need to talk."

After we had, finally, gotten out of the bathroom, and after some more fooling around, we got dressed, it was only 10 in the morning, so I decided that I should make late breakfast. I was in the kitchen, finishing up the toast that was under the grill, and began plating up the bacon and scrambled eggs that I had made earlier, and decided that now, more than ever, was a good time to get Isaac to talk about what was going on between us.

I mean, they do say the best way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?

"What do you mean, Stiles?"

His tone was careful, and far too collected, however I heard something underneath the film of calm he was trying to portray. I began buttering the toast, and cutting them into halves, then placed them onto the colourful plates that we were eating off of.

I scratched the back of my head, and smiled, practically radiating ambiguity, "I just want to clarify what we are."

Isaac smirked as he looked down at the plate in front of him, and began eating straight off the bat. I laughed at how animatedly he was guzzling the food down, and I asked, "Are werewolves always hungry or something?"

He nodded, without really looking up at me, yet he didn't stop eating. Instead of focussing on him, and all of his perfection, I had to play with my hands to keep myself occupied. I coughed, and asked, somewhat awkwardly, "Okay, look, I just want to know how you feel, because I just don't know."

That stopped him in his tracks, alright.

He glanced up at me, and a small smile made its way up onto his face, and said, wistfully, "How do you not know, Stiles?"

I cocked my head to the side, and asked, "What do you mean?"

He laughed, and set down his fork, completely spent for some reason. He replied, "This is why it had to be you, didn't it?"

I screwed my face up a little, and he added, "You know how werewolf mating works, right? Like, Scott and Allison, and Erica with Boyd?"

I nodded, following to the best of my ability, and he finished, "Well that's what's going on between us now. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

My eyes widened of their own accord, and a cleft appeared between my brows. I glanced out of the nearest window, and I scratched at the nape of my neck once more. I looked at him, briefly, and saw that his gaze was burning with intensity, and I had to look away once more. I couldn't believe what he was saying to me right now. I took in a deep breath, then asked, "Isaac, I.. Why me?"

He sent me a confused stare, and asked, "What do you mean?"

I shrugged, rather noncommittally, although I was feeling nothing but unease inside, and replied, "I mean look at me! I'm skinny, short and pale as a sheet of paper. Why would you pick me, out of everyone in the entire world, why me? I don't understand. I.. I just don't get it. That's all."

As I had been speaking, it was like every word I said had drawn something from deep inside of him, and wrenched it to the surface, and as I glanced back up at him, I saw that his eyes had bled golden, showing his true nature. There was anger, and dare I say it, disbelief in his gaze, and I didn't know exactly what to say to placate him in any way.

"Is that really how you see yourself? Honestly, what am I going to do with you, Stiles?"

He stepped around the table, his breakfast long forgotten, and my own barely touched, and he kneeled between my legs and held my hands in his own. In this position, it could be seen almost like a proposal of some kind, and he stared into my eyes, with as much passion as a freshly lit candle.

He began, "You're perfect for me. I wouldn't change a thing about you, I couldn't imagine it. Your eyes, your smile, why would I leave when everything I need is right here?" he ran a hand through my hair, and I leaned into his touch, without thinking, "I don't care if you think you're too skinny, you're beautiful to me. Nothing anybody can say will change my mind about you. It's not just my wolf that craves you, it's me." and after kissing each of my knuckles softly, he finished, "I've wanted you for so long, it burns me inside to have you so close, yet so far."

I looked down at him, and my legs began to twitch, involuntarily. He looked down at them, and I grinned, sheepishly, "I can't help it. They've got a mind of their own."

He nodded, and leaned in, slowly. I tilted my head to the side, and allowed his lips to touch my own, and instead of keeping the kiss strictly PG, I wound my hands that had been held by Isaac, into his hair, and pulled his body flush to my own. He enveloped me in his arms and pulled me out of my seat, so that my legs were wound around his waist.

In between kisses, I asked, "Wanna. Go. Upstairs?"

Instead of responding, Isaac nodded, and set me down on the floor, and as I turned to walk upstairs, he slapped me on the butt. Of which, I sent him a playful glare, and he said, "Go upstairs, wait for me."

I nodded, and ran up the stairs, while I heard him push the dishes into the microwave, ready for us to eat later if we got hungry - if we ever made it back downstairs -and for a moment, I wondered idly where my dad was. Then again, he probably went back to the station this morning. Then again, that meant he walked in on Isaac and I sleeping together.

Shit.

I didn't realise that I had been pacing until Isaac had wrapped his arms around my shoulders, shaking me halfway out of my skin, and kissed my temple, lovingly.

"Did my dad come in last night?"

Isaac chuckled, and replied, "Yeah. He did, but I heard him wake up and stuff, so I hid in your cupboard. He checked you were asleep, then left for work around 7?"

I smiled, thankful that he was smart enough to hide, and I turned around and kissed him on his lips, savouring the taste of him. It was like summer and snow mixed in a delicious cocktail of pure Isaac, and I could barely get enough of him.

"So.. What do you want to do?"

That one question, filled with so many innuendo's, I could barely keep them from tumbling out. I shrugged, and suggested, "Shall we get to know each other better? Beyond the fact that you're a werewolf, I don't know much about you."

He nodded, and directed me to my bed. We both sat leaning against the headboard, with one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders and the other laying in my lap, entwined with my own fingers.

He kissed my forehead, and asked, rather cheerily, considering this topic could get pretty fucking deep, and asked, "So, what do you want to know, baby?"