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To say Stiles was just slightly intrigued would be a severe understatement – his girlfriend could be such a tease at times that it sent his mind whirling. Scott had kept giving him a once over every few minutes since leaving, what was supposed to be, economics class but had turned into a very disastrous sex ed class – and no wonder, after Kayla's oh so subtle interruptions on anything and everything to do with sex...oh did he forget to mention that?

Yeah, they still had another half hour of that class after Kayla's apparent never ending knowledge on the whole bloody Kama Sutra book (which, by the way, was kind of hot... okay, a lot hot... whatever) but the fact that she basically lectured everyone in their class... well, let's just say he wished he could've dropped dead at that point.

Sure, he was slightly embarrassed and cringey but after a few more minutes of her ramblings that "condoms were only 98% effective" and that "Coach needed to brush up on his facts because he hadn't gotten some action in a l-ooooooong while" followed promptly by her promising to find him a "nice woman – or man – whatever" and then that, of course, led onto the topic of gay intercourse and, well... you get his point, right?

It was an interesting lesson to say the least.

And now he had just stepped foot inside the boys' locker room, adjusting his back pack on his shoulder when he felt someone push him back against the door, causing him to stumble slightly as Kayla's lips landed on the side of his neck while her hands disappeared under his T-shirt, her fingers brushing across his abs causing his whole skin to tingle.

"Uhhh... wow, uh, you don't waste any-any time do you?" He muttered, blinking rapidly to stop his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he felt her tongue sweep over the sensitive veins in his neck.

"There's no time like the present" She told him honestly and he could practically feel the smirk on her lips as her hands moved downwards and hooked themselves in the belt loops of his pants, pulling his lower body against hers briskly.

"I like your logic" He smiled, "I like your logic very, very, very much" He exclaimed as she began dragging him forwards, further into the locker room by his belt loops as he clumsily trailed after her, want burning in his lower stomach.

"Kayla... wait, wait, wait" He rushed out, pulling his head back slightly and looking around nervously, "What if someone comes in?" he asked, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Live a little Stiles" She advised slyly, pushing him back against the row of lockers, cocking an eyebrow suggestively, "And if they do... well..." She just shrugged, "We'll deal with it" And how she was so calm and collected about everything really did intrigue and amaze Stiles, "Now shut up and kiss me" She chuckled and Stiles' tongue darted out to wetten his lips slightly, his eyes landing on her plump lips that, hand on heart, looked so kissable right now.

And how was it she could make all thoughts of reason go out of his head in a matter of seconds? He gave her a small smile back, one of his hands landing on her hip whilst the other slid into her hair, his hand landing on the side of her neck and his thumb resting atop her cheek as he brought her closer, their lips immediately meeting in a heated and sensual kiss, one that took his breath away. It was slow and meaningful, their lips touching each other's with only the slightest of pressure before, as the many seconds went by, Stiles increased the pressure he had on her, his hand sliding around to the nape of her neck, pulling her flush against him as his tongue swirled across her lower lip, causing her to shiver against him.

While he was engrossed in their kiss, he vaguely felt how her nimble fingers slowly trailed across the skin above the waistband of his pants, tickling his skin slightly before unbuttoning the material and, going deliberately gently – almost at a snails pace – pulling the zip down just to tease him some more – as if she hadn't done enough of that by now.

The hand that was on her hip glided down her thigh, his fingers brushing across the flimsy material of her skirt... and, hold on a minute – skirt? Since when did Kayla Hale of all people wear a skirt? It had happened, but it was a rare occurrence, like once in a blue moon – no pun intended.

"Um..." He murmured against her soft lips, eyes darting down to her bare, slender legs, "What's with the sudden wardrobe change?"

He just felt her smirking back, her dazzling green eyes piercing his own, "Easy access" Was all she said but Stiles got the implications perfectly. He let out a muffled groan, his fingers curling into the back of her thigh as he, tortuously slowly, skimmed his hand up her leg and over the curve of her hip, searching for the band of her underwear but... no such luck.

Kayla must have sensed his confusion because she pulled back slightly, soft hands trailing over his shoulders and gliding down his chest as she peeked up at him in amusement.

"Already a step ahead of you lover-boy... check your pocket" She smirked, flirtatiously pulling her bottom lip inbetween her teeth which she knew, she knew, he couldn't resist as his heart skipped a beat, need and want slowly spreading to every nerve in his body as he took his hand from her hip and plunged it deep into pockets, wondering what an earth she was talking about, but soon he understood when he pulled her dark purple lacy underwear from his pocket, something that was a major turn on right now – or any time really, hand on heart, any situation and that would definitely make his brain go haywire.

"I like to see you prepared" He muttered, feeling the urge to just ravish her against the lockers take ahold of his whole body again, making it almost impossible to resist, "Definitely an A plus there"

"Yes Sir" Kayla laughed teasingly, pressing her head forward and kissing his collar bone as Stiles moved his hand that was resting on the nape of her neck to tangle in her hair whilst his other hand gripped at the small of her back, pushing her royal blue shirt up to feel her skin, causing a warm pit of happiness and need surge into his stomach.

Stiles just groaned again, throwing his head back into the lockers as the pure physical pleasure washed over him, his grip on Kayla loosening as she slowly moved downwards, hands palming his bare skin under his T-shirt. He saw her kneeling on the floor, pushing his T-shirt up and, without sparing another second, her lips had landed on his abs – they weren't exactly a bulging six pack but it wasn't like he didn't have any – they were there, subtle, but there none the less and since Kayla had said she actually loved his body – not 'liked', loved, well... that sent his self esteem way higher than it was before.

He felt her tongue dancing across his pale skin while her hands slyly pulled open the flap of his boxer shorts, giving his length more room to move around – quite literally – than it had before because with everything Kayla was doing well... let's just say the tightness of his pants was getting to unbearable levels that's for sure.

He felt his stomach flip as Kayla pressed another soft kiss to his stomach, gently trailing her tongue downwards, carefully and sensually pressing her lips against his V-lines, soft dry kisses being touched against the sensitive skin there and, oh boy... oh boy, oh boy, oh boy...

"Uhhhh... god..." He groaned loudly, automatically and without even thinking, sliding a hand into her hair, silently encouraging her that it felt sooooo good... so unbelievably good.

He started breathing heavily, this primal need for her washing throughout his body – he wanted to pick her up, press her back against the lockers and show her how much he loved her – he wanted to smother her in kisses and touch her bare skin, he wanted to hear her moan his name, he wanted to fill her so completely that, for that short time, they could be one, he wanted to feel close to her in every way possible – before she had even come to Beacon Hills Stiles just wanted to get laid, as simple as that, because being a virgin? Well, it sucked, big time, especially as everyone else seemed to be getting it on with someone and no one even looked at him twice.

But now... now it was so much more than that – he didn't realise how intimate and bondful it was, how he could feel so completely vulnerable in her arms, how he trusted someone so inexplicitly with his bare body... no, it wasn't just sex, it was about trusting and loving someone so much he wanted to share such an intimate and precious moment with her – he just wanted to make love to her, no, scrap that, he needed to make love to her... he needed to show her how perfect and beautiful she was because, let's face it, he wasn't all that good with words – he couldn't 'word' – it all just came out in a jumble of incoherent phrases that made him look off his rocker.

He felt her hands lightly grip at his hips whilst her lips softly pressed themselves against the tip of his length, making his whole body jolt in shock and pleasure. Kayla was tenderly kissing down his quivering length, slowly making her way back up again, her dainty fingers beginning to caress him as her velvety lips engulfed the head of his length, tongue swirling over him in a leisurely way, like they had all the time in the world, as Stiles let a groan escape his throat, his hand tightening in her hair as he closed his eyes, getting lost in the intensity of it all.

His whole body shook as she pulled back slightly, her puckered lips kissing his length one more time before she stood up, her fingers still stroking his length, unusual green eyes glistening at him and... wow...

If he had thought that at the beginning of the school year that this would've happened, well... he wasn't sure what he had done but still sometimes he had to pinch himself, it all seemed unreal – Lydia and Jackson weren't 'the' power couple anymore, Scott and Allison had been reduced to sneaking about without anyone finding out, snatching those precious alone moments whenever they could find them and, well... here he was with an actual girlfriend that wasn't embarrassed by him, in fact, she made it unbelievably clear to anyone and everyone that doubted it – whether it be discussing certain private activities in front of the whole class, holding his hand, kissing him so passionately no matter when or where they were, hell, even dragging him to the locker room during free period, she just didn't care what others thought and that warmed Stiles right to the very core.

"You're killing me here Kaylz" He muttered, gulping loudly as she continued to gently stroke him and she just simply laughed – an airy, care-free laugh, "Mm" She simply agreed, smirking at him and Stiles lost control of his own body at that moment in time – he spun her around, pressing her back into the row of lockers, his hands resting idly on the sides of her neck as he leant down, their lips crashing together, his hot needy breath washing over her as he parted his lips, slowly bringing his tongue forward to touch her bottom lip, seeing how she would react and it wasn't long until he felt her tongue touch his and that, right there, became one of the best kisses they had ever shared – well, there had been a lot of great kisses but oh boy... someone hit him – hard – because the art of kissing was simple but the effects... his brain got all fogged up, his body trembled, his gut churned with want and his lips tingled.

He felt Kayla's hands skimming across his torso, settling on his back as she began tugging his T-shirt off and they only parted for a second before their lips were back on each other's again, clinging to each other in this desperate way, like their lives depended on it.

He kept his lips on hers as his hands tried to undo the buttons of her shirt but, when the job became too fiddly, especially on the last top buttons, he ended up just ripping her shirt open in desperation, his hands moving down to cling to her hips as he kissed across her neck, feeling her relax against the lockers as he moved downward, trailing his tongue across her collar bone and further still, hot, sloppy, wet kisses being pressed to her cleavage that was being supported by a rather revealing, and incredibly sexy, dark purple lacy bra that obviously matched her underwear... which she, conveniently, wasn't wearing... and oh dear god, this was it, this was how he dies, by internal combustion – too much blood pumping around his system.

He felt her hands run over his short hair, body jolting against him slightly as he moved his hand up her thigh, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as he touched her, feeling her skin flush which sent triumphant shivers up his spine.

"Stiles" She moaned lightly as he stood up straighter, his lips pressing back against hers much more fervently, "Condom. Now" She demanded lightly against his lips, obviously not wanting to wait any longer and Stiles just nodded in understanding, continuing to kiss her as he slipped a hand inside his back pocket, shakily pulling out his wallet and desperately searching for what he was looking for... he needed to find it, like right now, they couldn't wait any longer... oh dear god please say he had one, he better have one... where the hell was it...?

Just as he was about to rip apart his wallet and desperately search through his backpack like a mad man, his fingers came in contact with the shiny surface and he 'aha'd' loudly, completely forgetting to continue kissing his girlfriend as he stared at the blue condom packet like it saved his life.

"Oh yes... oh thank god... yes" He muttered, quickly kissing the packet in victory, "Oh you have no idea how much I owe you... yes..." He added, quickly shaking his stupid self because he was talking to a condom packet? Was he serious? His girlfriend was right in front of him, half naked and aroused and he was talking with a condom packet out of all things? Was he loosing the plot? "Um... well... this isn't awkward-" He whispered quietly as Kayla just smiled at him, biting her lip to stop from laughing.

"I can see you've made a friend" She observed light-heartedly, "But how about you put that friend on your little friend and get this party started huh?" She smirked, her lips twitching, "Then both our little friends can enjoy the fireworks"

"A-Absolutely" He gulped, nodding his head quickly, "Let me just-" He jutted his chin to the packet, trying to rip it open but it slipped from his hands, "Oh crap... uh... just a tic-" He bent down quickly, grabbing the fallen packet but managed to bang his head on the metal locker doors on the way up, making him wince.

"Okay... ow" He muttered, slightly dazed as Kayla dissolved into laughter, "It's not funny" He protested as she gave him one more glance before covering her mouth, trying to stifle her chuckles, "It's not" He insisted again but soon found himself smiling like an idiot, his sore head forgotten as he saw colour flood Kayla's cheeks as she laughed, mesmerising green eyes bright and dazzling and that was one of the many things he loved about her – if he embarrassed himself he didn't feel embarrassed, not around Kayla, because she never took things too seriously... he could literally make a fool of himself and, as she had said before, she found it 'endearing' and 'seriously hot' – well... he took her word for it.

"Call me selfish" She smirked, beginning to quieten down her laughs, "But I'm just glad it was that head you hurt... especially now when I'm all hot and bothered"

"Mm mmm" He agreed, his fingers fiddling with rolling the condom onto his stiffened length, "That's just... so selfish, unbelievable really" He joked, cocking an eyebrow as he made sure the condom was properly in place before snaking his hands to the back of her thighs, pushing her skirt up bit by bit, "You ready?" He whispered in her ear, his voice filled with lust and want, just wanting to make sure she really was ready before having their way with each other.

He felt her nodding against the side of his head, "Stiles... 'hot and bothered' really means 'I'm majorly turned on right now'" She muttered back as a joke but sobered up slightly when he pressed his forehead against hers, eyes boring into hers and just settled on a nod, her eyes never leaving his.

He stroked her thighs gently, enjoying feeling her quiver against him before hooking his hands under her knees and pulling her up, pressing her back against the lockers to keep them both stable whilst she wrapped her slender legs around his hips, pulling him forward.

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, tell her how special she was and how amazing she really is but just looking at her, meeting her gaze that was warm and welcoming, soft and gentle, made his throat close up with emotion and he couldn't get a word out.

He never felt like this with Lydia and that made him know, for sure, that he was so completely over her – she could parade around in a bikini, smiling that flirty smile and swaying her hips but Stiles knew he would still search for his green eyed girl no matter what. He was incapable of words, unable to express himself in the right way, so settled in removing a hand from her thigh and gently wiping away some strands of wild hair that was plastered to her cheek, his thumb softly caressing her cheek.

His eyes stung with emotion he had never felt before – he loved her, irresistibly and wholeheartedly, he didn't know how feeling such an emotion was possible, but it was, because he felt it, right bang smack in the middle of his chest, right where his heart was...

"I love you, Kayla Hale" He whispered, barely audible, as he pressed a soft delicate kiss to her lips whilst his hand kept her upright as he, very slowly, moved his hips upwards, his hardened length hitting the target on the first go – he heard Kayla gasp as their bodies moulded together, her wet warmth engulfing him and before, right at the very start when he was so very inexperienced, he would've thought that was a gasp of pain but now... now he knew it was a gasp of total mind blowing pleasure – he could distinguish between the two, hell, scrap that, he could make out almost every incoherent noise she made under the influence of nerve shattering sex.

He heard her let out a small whimper, the clear message being 'keep going', and he understood her need perfectly – he didn't even care that they were in the locker room of a school, a very very very public school where anyone could walk in at any moment because, well... was this going to sound corny? Probably – okay, not probably, a lot, but she was in his arms, trusting her body with him and Stiles didn't take that lightly – he wasn't some sex crazed teenager... well, he was, most were, but he wasn't just taking what he wanted, he strived to prove how different he was, how loving he could be... how he was anything but another Aiden and if that meant going the extra mile to make this experience pleasurable for the both of them then he would do it – no questions asked.

He rocked his hips against hers again, igniting the sparks between them as her hands wrapped around his shoulder blades, choked breaths tearing their way from her throat and Stiles just buried his face in her shoulder, eye screwing shut in concentration to not scream the whole place down.

He thrusted upwards again, his pants hanging low on his hips because the button and zipper were undone... no support, but he didn't care as he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her shoulder as he dropped his hips before, very slowly, disappearing inside her again with ease.

This went on for several minutes, hell, it could've been longer – five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour for all Stiles knew because he had severely lost track of time, using his spare time to caress Kayla's thighs, slowly and tendering pushing into her, loving the feeling of how she tightened around him with each thrust, how he felt her fingers cling to his back in desperation, keeping their bodies pressed against each others tightly.

"Oh... Oh..." He heard her groan, throwing her head back into the lockers, "There... oh god, right there" She muttered to herself, chest heaving with gasps and Stiles was ever happy to oblige as his hands moved up to rest at the top of her thighs, disappearing under the black material of her skirt as he pushed upwards, already feeling his stomach clench and knew he wasn't far off... for a while now but he had pulled himself and Kayla back from the edge, wanting this moment to last forever but he couldn't hold out any longer, no matter what he tried.

He groaned loudly, pulling his head from Kayla's shoulder and smothering his lips on hers, drowning out both their cries of pleasure as he felt Kayla clench around him tightly, like... really tightly, slight spasms happening and that was like the final push off the edge of the cliff – he gripped at her thighs tightly, beginning to come but he heard a door slam shut and a sudden shriek of surprise which caught his attention.

He stumbled in shock, feet loosing their balance as he tumbled backwards, Kayla falling down on top of him and Stiles was half thinking about the climax that had come and gone – ha, come, no pun intended – far quicker than he would've liked, and half on the fact that holy god... they were caught again? How? How could they have so much bad luck?

He heard Kayla gasping for breath, obviously not half as worried as he was because all she did was push herself up so she was straddling his lap, skirt thankfully still intact and keeping them both covered, "Holy shit... that was intense" She muttered, looking relaxed and calm as she ran a hand through her hair where as Stiles was freaking out... no, he was seriously freaking the hell out.

"Um..." The voice muttered awkwardly, "Heh... uh... bad timing?"

"Greenberg" Stile gulped from his position on the floor, trying not to think about the fact he was still being straddled by his girlfriend... his girlfriend who was still so warm and tight around him, her bare thighs pressing against his hips, her shirt ripped open and... whoa, no Stilinski, don't think about that, "W-W-What are you doing?"

Greenberg blushed madly, scratching his neck awkwardly, "I was going to... to, change... change into clothes for gym c-c-class"

"You're early though" Stiles gripped at desperately, his body slipping into panic mode because, compromising situation much? At least they weren't naked! Kayla just smiled at him, not looking bothered by the fact someone had literally seen them, with his own eyes, them having sex... okay, maybe it was the final hurdle but still!

"I like being prompt" Greenberg replied, beginning to look freaked out, "I mean... it wasn't like I was watching... I-I-I just got here... I'm not some deranged perv... I just-I just wanted to... coach and … and... oh god-" Greenberg stumbled over his words, cheeks flushing red and Stiles knew how he felt – he felt that only a hundred thousand times worse.

"Relax Greenie" Kayla smiled, meeting Greenberg's gaze, looking so calm and... high? Hell, she looked on cloud nine – he heard that girl's orgasms was a lot richer and intense than guy's... but enough to still straddle him with strangers' eyes on them? Wow! "We were having sex... not hiding a dead body" She smiled lightly, her hands resting on Stiles' bare stomach, "And my eyes are up here" She smirked as Greenberg's eyes snapped back to her face, his face now a tomato red colour as he shot Stiles a guilty look, as if to say 'Please don't kill me for checking out your half naked hot girlfriend' – he couldn't blame the guy really, even in a situation like this he found it hard to tear his eyes away from her but he still narrowed his eyes, knowing that if Kayla wasn't straddling him, her nimble fingers running across his stomach, then he would've punched him... okay, not punched him, Greenberg was a big guy – bigger than him at least – but he would set the dogs on him... and by dogs he one hundred percent meant Scott.

"I should... go..." Greenberg muttered, avoiding their gazes now, "You two are obviously, um... ah... 'busy'"

"We're done now" Kayla said bluntly, "The sex is over though I'm sure Stiles is wishing you could've just waited a couple more seconds – where as I got one of the best orgasms in the world, he just got high and dry and almost cracked his head open"

"Kayla" Stiles hissed, wanting to crawl in a hole and die.

"What? It's true!" She defended herself lightly as Greenberg looked on, mortified, "I feel these things you know... if you want to go to the janitors closet and finish up then I won't mind" Kayla shrugged, being as blunt as ever whilst Stiles just groaned, throwing his back onto the floor.

"No more, no more" Greenberg shook his head quickly, looking about ready to puke, "Please stop talking... I-I need to-to... go"

"Why?" Kayla asked in confusion, "Don't you have gym class ne-"

But all that was left of Greenberg was his fallen back pack and the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.

"Oh" Kayla muttered, frowning slightly, "Was it something I said?" She asked, looking like she genuinely didn't know the answer to that question and Stiles just laughed awkwardly before letting out a despairing groan and throwing his arm over his eyes because, who next would walk in on them...Derek? Ha!

A/N) AHAHAHAHA... lol, wow, all your reviews just inspired me to type up this long chapter – I sure hope you enjoyed because there will be more if people are still interested – so please please please review you wonderful readers, let me know what you think and I shall see you soon, peace out xx :)