Fair warning for those who don't like the idea of Stiles hooking up with Heather. You might want to skip this chapter, or at least the first part.

That being said, don't worry. :)

Chapter 73

To say that Stiles was nervous about the date would be an understatement. He and Heather had decided to meet in the late morning, which was the best time for privacy on the overlook during the summer, and now it was time to pick her up.

In the bed of the Jeep, Stiles had stashed not one but two sacks of mountain ash, and there were condoms hidden everywhere, not just in the picnic basket Derek had helped him prepare. If something, or rather someone, was bent on disrupting their date, Stiles wanted to make it as hard for them as possible. His parents hadn't called him Mischief as a child for nothing, after all.

Heather was already out on the walkway, looking lovely and excited. She carried her handbag and a picnic cooler full of drinks.

"I smuggled in a bottle of beer for each of us, in case we need some encouragement," she said and winked as she placed the bag in the legroom of the passenger seat and climbed in afterwards with an easy grace that inevitably drew Stiles' eyes to her curves. She noticed, of course, and grinned. "It'll be a good date, I can tell."

Flushing, Stiles cleared his throat and started the motor. "Shall we, then?"

She laughed and rubbed his shoulder with a warm, sure hand. "Yeah, let's go."

As Stiles drove them out of Beacon Hills and into the preserve, his nervousness slowly dissipated. He might not have seen Heather in a couple of years, and hadn't talked to or texted her at all in about seven months, but right then he remembered why he'd been friends with her in the first place. She wasn't just a pretty girl; she was witty, funny, easy-going, and had a zest for life that was very attractive to Stiles. And unlike Scott, she wasn't interested in keeping all of his attention on herself. In fact, Heather asked a lot of questions about Stiles' new friends and appeared genuinely happy for him.

The drive was so packed with meaningful conversation that the thirty minutes almost seemed like a couple of months of regular visits had passed. Even the giving of the charmed bracelet went over easily; Heather was happy to receive a token of Stiles' friendship and eagerly put it on her left wrist.

When Stiles carefully directed his Jeep onto the thankfully abandoned overlook, he was determined not to let Heather vanish from his life again. She deserved better from him, and frankly, he just wanted and needed someone of her positive outlook in his life. Whether she learned about the supernatural or not was immaterial at this point.

Once they'd come to a stop, Heather exhaled a little shakily and clenched her fingers around her bag. "Okay."

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, worried about her suddenly drawn expression.

She smiled weakly. "I probably should've told you that I had that … conversation with Colby here. It was dusk, the light was super romantic, I thought he'd finally want to sleep with me … but he didn't." She shrugged slightly. "I was afraid that it had spoiled the place for me."

"And has it?" Stiles asked, uncertain what might be the right thing to do here. "Do you wanna go elsewhere? Or home?"

"What?" Heather sat up and scowled. "Are you crazy? Of course not. I'm not letting that douchebag win." She softened. "Actually, I'm glad I'm back here with you. We had that pact, remember? When one of us is still a virgin after we turned sixteen, and we were free, we would do it together."

"We were thirteen," Stiles said, inexplicably embarrassed.

"I never forgot," Heather replied quietly, turning towards Stiles and taking him in with appreciative eyes. "I would've liked it with Colby, probably, but this might be better. You're my friend, you'd never treat me like he did."

"I don't know how any guy could," Stiles said honestly. "He's a jerk if he can just throw your relationship away like that."

Heather slid a little closer. "Being here with you is all I need to get over it, Stiles. I wanted an adventure this summer and I'm really glad that I'll be able to have it with you. If you want to, that is."

Unable to hide his minute flinch, Stiles raked a hand through his hair. "I do want to. Sort of. But it's complicated."

"Oh?" Heather placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder and pressed up against him. "How complicated?"

"Uh, quite … quite a bit," Stiles stammered. "M-mostly I'm a … a sentimental sap."

"Aw." Heather grasped Stiles and deftly climbed onto his lap. "I feel like a bad girl for wanting to kiss it better."

Stiles' throat immediately got dry and his eyes bugged out as she settled right over his definitely interested dick. This, right there, was the most action he'd ever had with another person and yeah. It was rather fantastic.

"Can I kiss you?" Heather whispered and leaned so close that her soft breath tickled Stiles' lips. "Or would that be too complicated?"

Stiles licked his dry lips, his eyes roving over Heather's slightly flushed face. "Uh, can I be honest?"

She smiled. "Of course you can."

"I, uh, I'm sort of in love … with someone. Who is a lot older. And also male."

Heather's eyes got wide. "For real?"

Stiles winced. "Yeah. It just happened."

"And you're here with me?" she asked, puzzled. "Why?"

"The age of consent in this state is a thing," Stiles sighed. "I can't get him in trouble, Heat. Plus, he sort of wants me to have some experience before he goes all caveman on me and demands exclusivity and stuff."

"If he demands it … would he give it, too?" Heather asked.

Stiles blushed. "We're pretty sure that it's a forever sort of thing, so, yeah. He would. And I want it. I mean, I'm probably too young, but I'm pretty crazy about the dude and I can't see that changing."

Heather's eyes took on a wet sheen and she swallowed. "Oh my god. That's so …"

"I know," Stiles mumbled miserably, preparing to offer the apology to end all apologies.

"Hot," Heather purred throatily. "Is he hot?"

"Uh, what?" Stiles stared at her, completely thrown.

"Oooh, so he is hot," Heather concluded, a sly grin appearing on her face. She pressed her front against Stiles and rubbed lewdly against him. "I'm not sorry for imagining all the things you two could get up to."

"What? Er, so you aren't … you know, angry?" Stiles asked. "Or put off? Or even disgusted? By my gayness?"

Heather laughed at that. "You're only partially gay, Stiles." Grinning, she ground against his erection and they both gasped. "And no, that's actually the hottest thing I've heard in a long time. Please tell me you've at least kissed him because I'm not sure I can do this if it's gonna take everything away from him."

"Yeah, we did. It was … I don't have words." Taking courage, Stiles finally placed his hands on Heather's hips and pulled her against him for another delicious rub. "I didn't want to have my first time without giving him at least that much, either."

"If it's a secret, it's safe with me," Heather promised, cupping his face with her hands. "And I'm glad that we get to do this together, even if we both don't quite get what we want. It actually makes me feel better about it. I was half afraid I'd run roughshod over you to have my adventure."

"You did, kinda," Stiles pointed out, but he felt relaxed enough now to joke about it. "It was like being stalked by a sexy lioness."

Heather laughed out loud and then planted a long, firm kiss on Stiles' mouth and that was that.

They'd progressed to making out quite vigorously when the sky suddenly darkened noticeably and a gust of wind blew a small tree branch against the side of the Jeep.

"Wow, seems like that storm front still hasn't cleared up," Heather remarked, breathing heavily. She'd lost her shirt already and had invited Stiles to become intimately acquaintanced with her breasts. "I hope that branch didn't scratch up your car."

A frisson of fear ran down Stiles' back, killing his excitement a little. "I don't care," he said, while thinking at the mountain ash in the Jeep, Men, it's time. I need you to build a parameter around the car. Take out any threats, show no mercy! "I'm not going out to look when I have you right here."

Heather giggled. "Good answer, lover." She unhooked her bra and dropped it on the passenger seat. "Ready for the next base?"

"So ready," Stiles breathed, awed.

Getting to explore a girl that way was nothing short of amazing and Stiles was almost ready to forgive Scott for getting so ridiculously lost in Allison. He couldn't imagine how much more intense it would be if actual romantic feelings were involved if he was already that gone over sharing this with a friend. His dick certainly had never been so hard and achy in his life.

"Let's get you wrapped up," Heather breathed, shuddering a little at a particularly clever suck on her nipple. She rummaged for her bag but it slipped off the seat and dropped so far down that she'd have to get off Stiles' lap to retrieve it.

"Leave it," Stiles said huskily, mentally showing the darach the middle finger. In response, the skies opened up and fat raindrops came pelting down, the rush of water drumming against the roof and the windshield of the Jeep. "I've got rubbers in my back pocket. Just don't drop them."

Groping him impishly as she went, Heather found the strip of condoms. "Can I?"

"Yeah, please."

With bated breath, they both looked on as Heather freed Stiles' straining dick from his trousers and underwear and rolled the condom on, only fumbling it once. It was awkward in such tight quarters, to say the least, but somehow Stiles felt like they'd just passed a rite of passage. Didn't every teenager need to make out in a horribly uncomfortable car at least once? He was supremely proud of himself for not having come already.

"I'm … I'm ready if you are," Heather said. She looked absolutely gorgeous, all flushed and glowy with a slight sheen of sweat on her face and chest. "I, uh, wore my oldest pair of panties. You can rip them if you want."

Stiles' brain short-circuited for a moment.

"Please rip them," Heather moaned and kissed him again with abandon.

Outside, the sky darkened even further and more debris flew towards the Jeep as the wind picked up speed, some gusts strong enough to slightly move the chassis. Unseen by Heather, the mountain ash whirled up and formed a small tornado around them, intercepting the shots and swatting them away like pesky flies.

Determined not to let himself get distracted, now that they were so close, Stiles did rip the flimsy scrap of cotton. Heather went sweet and pliant with arousal and then she was right there, their hot skin touching, rubbing, and finally breaching and accepting while their excited breaths were weaving together like a carnal symphony. If there was a furious scream somewhere in the howls of the wind, Stiles discarded it as unimportant background noise, and when another gust of wind rocked the car particularly hard, all it did was kickstart the act of frantic coupling.

From that point forward, Stiles lost any ability to pay attention to his surroundings. He was inside his friend, and around her too, was allowed to have this gift with someone he liked and trusted and Peter had been right, so right. It was special, it was fantastic, even if the darach had taken the choice from him.

In a blind rush, Stiles gave in and gave it his all, and when he'd come down enough to think straight again, he set out to get Heather off as well.

They spent almost three hours on the overlook and burned through all three condoms on Stiles' strip and another one from Heather's bag before deciding to call it quits due to exhaustion and cramping muscles.

Afterwards, Heather invited Stiles to her home where she proceeded to show him on a proper bed how a girl liked to be pleased. Stiles was proud to get them almost even on the orgasm front, Heather being only one behind him when he was finished with his lesson.

"I gotta say that I didn't expect this," Heather admitted when they lay sprawled on her bed, breathless and utterly spent. "Although I should've known, considering your mouth and fingers."

Too tired to blush, Stiles merely chuckled. "Glad to be of service." He lazily turned his head and smiled at her. "Thanks, I'll never forget this day."

Heather smiled back. "Me neither." She rolled onto her belly, her hair a tangled mess and her skin still flushed prettily. "Would your man object a lot if we did it again sometime?"

Stiles' breath caught. "I don't know, Heat. No promises."

"Mmh, good enough. Because this has potential." Her fingers teased one of Stiles' nipples.

"You broke my dick, I can't possibly get it up again," Stiles protested feebly.

"Wouldn't you like to find out?" Heather purred.

Stiles did want to find out, which meant that he got home too late to prevent his dad from ordering the cheesiest pizza their favourite restaurant had on offer.

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That night, Derek slept in Stiles' bed. Not because he was worried for Stiles' mental health - apparently the satisfaction had just oozed out of Stiles, even after a thorough shower - but because he feared retaliation from the darach and wanted to be on hand.

To minimize Derek's anxiety over the matter, Stiles ordered his mountain ash troops to keep watch. Lou was certainly eager to direct the ash as he saw fit, even if he had to tap into Stiles' magic to do it. It was a weird feeling, a part of him being awake even as the physical body was about to drop, but also so wondrous that Stiles had a hard time falling asleep because it was just so exciting and amazing. Despite everything they already could do together, Stiles hadn't even tried to think in that direction.

They both slept in on Monday morning but went to the workshop after a quick bite to eat to pick up the slack the darach situation had caused.

Erica and Boyd were already there, both of them looking just as sleepy and satisfied as Stiles, although the elation Stiles was still feeling seemed to be missing. Everyone had tall glasses of latte macchiato standing by and Lydia had brought a huge box of juicy glutenfree sandwiches from the organic place downtown.

"Everything went over well," Lydia said crisply after a quick but thorough assessment of Stiles. Pressing the button on the coffeemaker to make Stiles and Derek a latte as well, she tacked on, "Good."

Her pinched face raised the hair on Stiles' arms. "But something still went wrong."

"There was a murder," Erica said sadly. "One of the lifeguards working at the public swimming pool was murdered last night."

"And Lydia found him," Jackson added, eyes never leaving his girlfriend.

Danny nodded. "We were all together last night. Suddenly she got all dazed and wandered off, right to the pool. We couldn't get her out of it."

"He sat in his lookout chair," Lydia said in a scratchy voice. "When I woke from that … that trance, I screamed my head off."

"Who is it?" Stiles demanded. "I know them all, they have regular rescue training at the station."

"Kyle Bolton," Danny murmured.

Curses burst from Stiles' mouth before he could think to censor himself. "The darach got him because they couldn't find a way to separate me and Heather!"

"We put the word out, I swear, and some even got lucky," Danny said in a rush, "but Kyle was a firm believer in waiting for marriage. He made a purity pledge and even wore the ring."

'"Fuck this shit," Stiles raged. In response to his fury, his eyes grew hot and mountain ash rushed like a suit of armour over his body. "I'll fuck that fucking darach up so much that they'll regret ever being born!"

"Uh, Stiles," Danny cautioned. "I'm all for getting justice for Kyle, but you're scaring me a little."

"A little?" Jackson asked incredulously. "He looks like freaking Venom!"

As if to humour him, Lou produced a huge tongue and flicked it out sharply.

"Okay, enough," Derek said and placed a hand on Stiles' back. "This is terrible, but you going off the rails won't help anyone. What's the status?"

Isaac put his latest painted rock onto the rack to dry and replied, "Peter has informed the sheriff about the darach and the sacrificial thing. Since Stiles sneak-guilted almost all of the deputies into wearing bracelets, they have some protection, but there are other groups of potential targets Stiles and his dad don't have such a good connection to. The only healer types already protected are McCall's mom and a few nurses at the hospital."

Erica frowned. "The hospital is often understaffed, we can't afford to lose any of them to a power-hungry maniac."

"Any ideas on how to push protections on them?" Derek asked, staring expectantly at the group.

Danny raised his hand. "We, uh, could sneak in and place those origami animals?"

"Good, do it," Derek said. "Anything else?"

"Boyd and I could sell bracelets for a good cause. If they only cost a dollar, people might take them," Erica offered. "We only need a legit cause or they won't bite."

"Collect for the children's station's wish fund," Stiles rumbled. It was hard work convincing Lou that he was safe; the wolf spark refused to give up his spread over Stiles' skin. "Get it approved by the admin office and tell them that my dad is behind it. I'll text him so he'll know to expect a call from them."

"We'll need to take the whole box of bracelets," Boyd warned.

Stiles waved that away. "I'll make more, just take what you need."

"But don't forget to make note of what you take so I can write it off," Lydia warned. "I'm not going to clean up that mess all by myself."

"I should go with them, they know my face at the hospital," Stiles said after a bit of thought.

"In that case, I'll stay here," Boyd said. "People will respond better to Erica and you. I'll prepare more rocks for the wards and hold down the fort."

"Ditto," Isaac agreed.

"How can we help?" Danny asked.

"You look nice, you'll come with us to the hospital," Stiles decided. "You'll sell bracelets with Erica and I'll wander around the personnel rooms to hide the origami animals."

"Maybe you should try selling those, too," Lydia said. "That way they won't get thrown out if they're discovered."

"Good point," Stiles admitted. "And it'll mean more money for the kids, too. Although we should keep hiding them in mind in case there are no takers."

They discussed strategies for another half hour and then everyone prepared for yet another day of scrambling to keep up with the threats in Beacon Hills.

End of chapter 73