**WARNING: This chapter contains adult topics such as references to murder and sexual content. Like...more sexual than last chapter. (Rated M)
**Authors note: Thank you brooklynhale for the review! Girl, I'm living for bad Sammy too. I just remember how my behavior and demeanor had changed when I'd gotten over my own bad experience, and it made me realize that people with trauma are never just "goody two shoes", especially when emotions are heightened as supernatural creatures. It's been really fun writing her new habits and there's certainly gonna be more to come.
Thanks for the review!
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Chapter 31: Dirty Deeds
The house smelled different. It had recently been given a deep clean, and now the smell of household cleaners were masked by the scent of freshly baked cookies. There was a batch in the oven, a batch on a pan waiting to be baked, and a batch that she was meticulously rolling and placing onto a baking pan. The petite, brunette werewolf was faintly smiling, bobbing her head and wiggling her shoulders and hips to the beat of Bubblegum by Jason Derulo. It was playing rather loudly from her bluetooth speaker that rested on the counter at a safe distance from her baking endeavors. Her curly, chocolate hair bounced with her as her little body danced around in a loose yellow t-shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts. Her bare feet shifted and swiveled as she danced like no one was watching. She was perfectly content, enjoying the summer air as it flowed through the open windows of the Stilinski residence. There was nothing that could bring her down.
As much as she'd spent the last few months avoiding the thought or dreading the feelings, Sammy found herself daydreaming about the way Aiden made her feel. The way he liked to be gentle with his hands sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. Amusing her even more was the way his tongue had felt, not just on her skin. The thoughts of what he'd done for her caused her to have to awkwardly adjust the way she was standing, an involuntary gasp escaping her lips. She knew her dad and brother could be coming home at any time, so she did her best to push the intoxicating thoughts to the back of her mind. She needed to not be all hot and bothered when the two most important men in her life returned home to her. It would be extremely uncomfortable and insanely awkward to be in that state of mind in their presence.
Once she finally managed to take her mind off it, the song Angel by Shaggy came on, giving her that nostalgic stoner vibe that she so very much missed.
"Oh, yes! Cookies!" Stiles celebrated as he and Scott came through the front door. The song soon switched to Fergalicious, and the smile on her face grew wider.
"It's a good day, big brother and big brother's friend," she greeted the two of them, grabbing two balls of cookie dough and dance-walking them over to the boys. Each took the cookie dough from her, and she danced back to the bowl to continue rolling cookie dough balls.
"You seem to be doing a lot better, you know, with everything," Scott commented. Sammy nodded along.
"Yeah, being a werewolf has been kinda cool. Like baking? Oh my god, this smells so much better now. It's almost better than when I used to bake cookies and shit when I was stoned out of my mind," she mused.
"Ha, when the baker becomes the baked," Stiles joked. Sammy elbowed her brother, giggling at his comment.
"Stiles, you just wish you had the balls I had in your freshman year," she teased.
"Not my fault that you turned out more like dad than I did, Mr. Popular," Stiles commented. Sammy shook her head.
"Nah, you're just goofy like Grandpa. I think you get that weirdness from him," she decided. Stiles shrugged in agreement.
"Anyway, how have things been going since the breakup with Derek?" Scott asked, earning an elbow from Stiles. He must've been trying to protect her, but her smile didn't waver.
"Hey, no harm in asking the question, really," she assured her brother. "It's been fine, I've actually been doing a lot better than I expected. Dad was right. Derek is too old for me, and I should focus on guys my own age, or at least in the immediate vicinity of my age," she admitted. The thought of Aiden touching her skin on her thighs with light traces of his fingers, trying to get a reaction out of her, gave her near chills. She couldn't get him out of her mind, but that wasn't a bad thing. Everything about him made her feel good, confident, and strong. There wasn't anything else she could want.
"Who are you and what have you done with Sammy?" Stiles questioned, teasing her. She rolled her eyes.
"She died, remember?" She taunted back, catching Stiles by surprise. She hadn't talked about it much, but that was the overall consensus. She decided that she died when she turned into a werewolf. It made sense considering she would've died without the bite, and now that she wasn't human, she'd come into her self and a new identity. What they didn't know was that her new identity meant being a killer. Even if she'd only killed one person so far, it wasn't over, and it weirdly gave her pleasure, joy even, to think that each time she progressed, there was going to be more and more satisfaction until all three of them would be dead together. That was when she'd feel the rebirth of herself, free of the men who'd caused her so much pain and grief. One down, two to go.
"So who are the cookies for?" Scott asked. Sammy shrugged.
"Everyone. I hope you guys like them. I found my mom's old cook book in the basement, so I've been trying out her old recipes from when we were kids," she explained.
"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed. "I knew these smelled familiar!"
"Yeah, these are the cookies mom used to bake for us to take to class when we were little itty bitties," Sammy smiled.
"If the dough is any indication, they'll be really good," Scott complimented. The three teenagers were quickly distracted by the sound of the front food opening and closing, the sheriff walking in. He didn't look happy.
Sammy paused her music and asked, "What's wrong dad?"
"Police a couple towns over found a body in the woods a few towns over," he began. Sammy's smile faded. They'd found her mess. "DNA matched a closed case here in Beacon. Your case, Sammy," he said.
Shit, she thought to herself. Sammy immediately thought she was caught, but her demeanor remained unchanged.
"The DNA that the body matched to in your case was Cole Hanover. He's dead. They haven't done an autopsy, but it looks like an animal attack," he elaborated, looking conflicted as to how he was supposed to feel. All three males standing in that kitchen with her seemed like they were dipping back and forth between being pleased with Cole's death, or feeling guilty over it. Stiles and Scott both looked to each other, finding suspicion in the circumstances involved for Cole's death to be ruled an animal attack.
"Are you sure it's him?" Sammy asked quietly, pretending to be in shock. Well, she was in shock, but it had migrated from thinking she was caught to being baffled that she wasn't.
"His parents IDed the body today, but apparently he's been dead for a few days now," he told her.
Three days exactly now, actually, she thought to herself. But she couldn't say anything without incriminating herself. There was no need to incriminate herself for an action that was completely justified.
"So he just does what he did to me, gets off with community service, and then casually gets mauled by some animal? I mean that's not what I wish would've happened to him, but damn, I'll take it," Sammy prattled off, releasing a sigh with her words as she turned her back to finish up balling up her last few bits of dough.
"Sammy, are you alright?" her dad asked. Both Scott and Stiles are silent. She shrugged.
"A bad person died based on some random act of god. Yeah, dad, I'm fine. I'm peachy. Because he attacked me on school grounds for going to the police. He shoved me into a wall and choked me as he lied to my face. He told me he was a victim of peer pressure, and that he thought it was gonna be fine until I ratted him and his buddies out. He deserved something bad to happen to him, some cosmic punishment, but I guess I can settle for his corpse being six feet under," she snapped. The three males were shocked by her composure.
"Damn, I was having such a nice day," she grumbled. "If you stop talking about it, maybe I can salvage the rest of my day. Yes?"
"Alright, I'll let it go, but they're still investigating on the off chance it wasn't an animal attack," her dad told her. Sammy shrugged as the oven beeped, signaling that the first batch was finished baking.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you pull that out for me? My hands are still covered in dough," she requested. Her dad nodded and grabbed an oven mitt to retrieve the cookies. She rolled the final ball of dough and moved over to the sink to wash off the residue from her hands.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour or two, shouldn't take me long to make, if you're all joining," her dad informed them. He then left the kitchen and went upstairs to change out of his uniform. Sammy pulled out her phone and turned on a new song, Countdown by Beyonce. Knowing that Cole's death was so far seen as an animal take gave her pride. So far, she was in the clear and even if it became a murder investigation, she had the perfect alibi. Aiden. Plus, everyone at the party saw them dancing most of the night and somehow being the best drunk dynamic duo at beer pong. Even then, it wasn't likely that the party would be exposed in a police investigation since everyone there was underage.
"Sammy," Stiles said after making sure their dad was gone and out of earshot.
"Oh! Killin me softly, and I'm still falling!" she sang along with the Queen.
"Sammy," Stile said again.
"Still the one I need, I will always be with you-"
"Sammy!" Stiles snapped, grabbing her arm this time. Instinctively, she ripped it out of his grasp.
"What?" she hissed, turning back to the oven so she could put the second batch of cookies in the oven and get started on cleaning up her mess.
"Sammy, did you kill him? Did you kill Cole?" Stiles asked. She stopped, sighing and resting her hands on the counter. She leaned into them and took a moment, making herself look like she was trying to control her composure, but there wasn't a damn thing out of place for her. She was covering her own ass to the goody-two-shoes brigade.
"Stiles, I didn't kill him. Like dad said, it was probably an animal attack-"
"Derek's sister's death was ruled an animal attack," Scott chimed in. "But we all know it was Peter who killed her."
"I didn't kill him," Sammy defended. "If I killed him, I'd claim it. I'd be proud."
"Sammy, that's messed up," Stiles cringed.
"I'm jealous of whoever did kill him. They didn't even give me the chance," she continued. Her eyes had narrowed at her brother. "He deserved to die for what he did. Now that he's dead, I'm gonna enjoy it, alright?"
"Fine, but someone still killed him," Scott stated, looking her over. She kept her cool, making sure her eyes didn't change colors in front of them. That would be the only indicator, as they were no longer gold, and none of them knew that.
"If we find out it was you, I'm gonna-"
"You're gonna what, Stiles? Give me a talking to? Yell at me? Turn me in? Oh, hi, yes, my sister killed a boy twice her size and the only thing she has is motive. No means, no opportunity, just motive," Sammy taunted him. "For the last time, I did not kill him. I may be a werewolf, but I'm not a killer," she reaffirmed. It was weird, she didn't even waver. Everything about her statement was believable. She didn't feel like a killer. She felt like she was doing what needed to be done.
"She's telling the truth," Scott confirmed.
"Or maybe she's just a really good liar. She's played a lot of people," Stiles said flatly. He was staring her down.
"I'm your fucking sister, calm down," she said, glaring back at him.
"Sister or not, you're a werewolf, and if Cole died a few days ago, that was a full moon," he told her. "That could've put you over the edge. It could've been an accident-"
"Except I was with Aiden the entire night of the full moon," she covered. "You want me to call him and have him tell you himself?" she offered.
Stiles froze, thought over it, and then sighed. "I'm sorry. I've just been really worried about you and after everything, you killing someone who hurt you doesn't exactly seem out of the norm right now," Stiles apologized. He was absolutely right, but she didn't need him to know that yet. He didn't have to know until all three boys were dead and no one would be able to talk her out of it anymore. The deed would be done, and all there would be left would be to ask for forgiveness. After all, it's better to ask forgiveness than for permission.
"It's okay, Stiles. I know. But honestly, if anyone had that kind of motive, you did kind of assault Brandon in a lunch room. He was a part of that night, maybe someone would say you had something to do with it," she flipped it on him. "Except the only lying in that situation would be me, covering your ass because I'm your sister and I do nice things like that for you."
With a sigh, he nodded. "I know you would. You've always been good like that."
"Well, with all that out of the way, can I have a cookie?" Scott asked, looking at her like he was a starving puppy and saying no would be like kicking him.
Sammy laughed and said, "Sure, Scotty boy. But make sure it's cool enough, you don't want it burning your tongue or falling apart all gooey." Scott nodded and poked one or two before selecting a cookie and taking large bites of it. Stiles did the same and both boys seemed content now.
"Just the one cookie each," she instructed them. "You don't want to fill up before dad makes dinner."
Regardless of apologies, she needed to treat the situation like they were on to her. One wrong move and her revenge plot would fall through the cracks.
After dinner, Sammy had washed all the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. Stiles and Scott had gone back out to do something stupid, and her father had offered to help her clean up. But Sammy waved him off and told him he deserved to sit down and put his feet up after a long day at work. He smiled, poured himself a drink, and took a seat in his favorite recliner while watching the late night news as she cleaned up after dinner. She'd fallen back into her old habit of being the matriarch of the house. It felt good, cleaning the house that day and baking. It'd been the first time in a long time that she left it to her dad. Her depression and strange little recovery arch had occupied her time and caused her to procrastinate, but her recent ventures had given her a new lease on life. She had purpose, and now it was making her life better in a twisted, backwards sort of way.
Once everything was put away and her cookies had been put away in a glass container to keep them fresh, Sammy grabbed a few of them for herself and went up to her room, It was time to wind down for the night and a few little treats wouldn't hurt. The fun part, though, was what she found when she made it back to her room. Aiden was sitting on her bed in a black t-shirt and a pair of gray basketball shorts. With a smile, she sauntered over to him and placed a cookie in his mouth. She sat down on the bed next to him, and the two of them began consuming their cookies together.
"Yo, this is really good," Aiden complimented, content with his chocolate chip cookie.
"It's my mom's recipe," she beamed, proud of herself. "I have something to tell you."
"Spill," Aiden requested before leaning over and giving her a kiss. It was cute the way he was being with her, even after witnessing her with her hands inside another guy's chest.
"My dad said Cole's body was found," she informed him.
"Damn, it's about time. He was out in the open and everything," Aiden whispered, slightly amused.
"Well, not super out in the open. In the woods, but still not hidden," Sammy grinned.
"Right, well, do they have any leads?"
"That's the best part!" she cheered quietly. "They think it's an animal attack so far."
"Baby, that's perfect," Aiden smiled. "Anything else I should know?"
"Stiles and Scott were sussed, they thought I did it, which is true, but I convinced them otherwise," she assured him. Aiden shrugged.
"Not much else we can do about that. He's your brother, we can't just kill him."
"Correct, I'd miss his annoying ass too much," she laughed. Aiden chuckled.
"Just like I could never kill Ethan," he related.
"What's Ethan doing tonight?" Sammy asked.
"He's on a date."
"Dick appointment?"
"Oh, 100%."
"I'm jealous," She said, looking Aiden in his dark, chocolate colored eyes.
"Really?" Aiden's voice changed, deepening with the impending rise of hormones.
She put her cookie down on her bedside table. She leaned in and stopped just millimeters from his lips and whispered, "desperately."
It was that moment that Aiden closed the gap and kissed her. The feeling of his lips on hers, his hands one her body, one on her lower back, the other in the back of her hair, grasping the chocolate curls, it all brought forth a rush within her. She shifted so that she was on top of him, straddling his lap with her thighs. Her pelvis adjusted so that she was positioned directly over him, feeling a part of him waking up for her. The kissing continued, their breathing heavy together as their hearts raced with the need for each other that neither could escape. Ever since they did it that very first time three days ago, there was nothing else she wanted more. All she wanted was him, and she knew for sure that he felt the same with every fiber of his being.
"Your dad is coming upstairs," Aiden warned her in a whisper. Sammy hopped off him and slid out her bedroom door to see her father heading to his own room.
"Heading to bed, dad?" She asked sweetly. He nodded.
"It's been a long day, and tomorrow won't be any different. I need some sleep," he admitted, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "You sure you're okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I'm okay dad," she answered.
"You sure? Because you know you can talk to me. I can be just your dad, not the Sheriff, if you need," he pressed, the worry remaining in his eyes.
"I promise, I'm okay," she told him, a small smile forming on her lips. Goodnight, dad," Sammy told him, giving her father a reassuring smile.
"Goodnight, Sammy," he smiled back. He slipped into his room and closed his door behind himself. Sammy then slipped back into her room and saw Aiden with his shoes on by the window.
"Are we leaving?" she whispered to him, so as not to alert her father to Aiden's presence.
"Can't get caught by your dad, this is the better option," Aiden grinned. "Plus, you make too much noise to hide it from him."
"Oh, shut up," Sammy told him, her cheeks turning red at his statement. She slipped on her Birkenstock sandals and grabbed her phone and purse. The two of them climbed out her window and were gone, heading over to Aiden't truck. He drove them to their spot, the roadside pull off for the Beacon Hills Preserve. This time, they didn't get out of the car.
Aiden reached over to Sammy, beginning to make out with her again. As much as they could've prolonged the moment and just made out, she decided to multitask. All while kissing him, she was kicking off her sandals and pulling off her jean shorts and panties. She reached over to his shorts and exposed him, her warm hands taking hold as he reached for the warmth between her thighs. Sammy climbed on top of him and let her weight press her against him, but they hadn't begun. She instead pulled his shirt off over his head and traced his skin with her fingertips, allowing her desires to take over.
Her lips traveled from his, kissing his jaw before migrating over his neck, to his shoulder, until she'd returned to his neck. Both their breathing grew heavier as she bit his neck in a playful manner. Aiden reached his hand into her hair and pulled her lips off him. He tightened his hold in her air and moved her head to the side and returned the action. Feeling him kiss her neck gave her butterflies in more place than one, only for them to be amplified by the feeling of his tongue tracing from her shoulder to her neck. He removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing the rest of her body to him.
Aiden cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing before taking two fingers and playing with her. The sensation of him twisting and massaging that little bundle of nerves make her shudder with brief pleasure. There wasn't any waiting left, nothing else she wanted to do to draw it out.
Sammy raised her hips off him just enough, reaching down to angle him properly before she eased back down, allowing him inside.
