Disclaimer: TW is no mine folks – well... it's finally here so I hope you enjoy and no need to warn you that it's kinda heavy smut, you already guessed I'm sure ha – thanks for all those for reviewing, you all rock :) x

"Look, I didn't say I hated Batman, quite the contrary actually – the movies are awesome" Kayla exclaimed through a mouthful of popcorn, "But Superman is better"

Stiles let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as he adjusted his legs that were sprawled out over her coffee table – well, her mom's coffee table, her mom who could be a complete neat freak but Kayla wasn't worried about that, "Then stop huffing at all the best bits"

"I'm not huffing" Kayla defended as both she and Stiles sat on her couch, a bowl of popcorn between then, Batman playing on the 'big screen' "I'm just... sighing" She offered up, shrugging lightly, "And I'm not having this argument with you again Stiles"

"You started it" He replied childishly, taking a handful of toffee flavoured popcorn and shoving it in his mouth oh-so-gracefully, "Not me"

Kayla let out a loud huff, "Excuse me – you're the one that said Batman beat all other movies with Star wars coming in at a tie, I was just defending my personal choice"

"And you fell for the bait – hook, line and sinker" Stiles shrugged,"Now shhhhhh, one of my favourite bits is coming up" He shushed her eagerly, leaning forward slightly on the couch, his mouth slightly gaping open as Kayla just rolled her eyes.

"Don't shush me you... you... you-eurghhh" She couldn't come up with the right insult in time and Stiles just sent her a shit-eatting grin over his shoulder before facing the telly again so Kayla just picked up a handful of popcorn and threw them at him, laughing in delight at his shocked expression.

"What-what was that for?" He asked before letting out a small shrug and plopping the fallen corn into his mouth.

"For being an idiot" She smirked, letting out a chuckle in amusement at his expression.

"But I'm your idiot" He pointed out, nudging her with his elbow, "And I'm gonna stay your idiot" He smirked making Kayla just roll her eyes playfully, "So, effectively, that insult doesn't work"

"It wasn't supposed to be just an insult – just an observation" She playfully said, "An observation that I've made since you dissed the Yankees" And Kayla just watched as Stiles' eyes widened like she had said a tabooed word and got exactly the reaction she was expecting.

"The-the-the Yankees... the Yankees" He exclaimed, the movie forgotten as he swivelled around in his seat, his face beginning to go red, "The Yankees suck – they suck so much that even the suckiest sports team in the world would look awesome compared to them – their level of suck is right up there next to mini Reese's and Mr Harris... I'd even go as far as saying Jackson is better than the Yankees" He said the word like it was acid in his mouth and Kayla had to hold back a full fledged grin.

"What's wrong with mini Reese's?" She had to ask, enjoying watching him get more and more het up, "They're just as tasty"

"They're just as-?" He trailed off, shaking his head at her, "It's all in the title – mini - it's like getting ripped off. You wouldn't go to a burger joint and ask for the burger without the bun or jump out of a helicopter without a parachute – common sense" He exclaimed, cheeks going red and Kayla had to bite her lip, amusement welling up in her chest, "Mini Reese's are too small, they don't accommodate to all my needs and they're just a tease – get your taste buds going and before you know it the packet is empty... it's almost as bad as being sexually frustrated" He muttered and Kayla openly laughed because Stiles sure was entertaining that's for sure.

"Wow Stiles just... wow" She muttered, not sure what else to say, "Who knew you were so passionate about Reese's?"

"They are god in food form" He told her, giving her a cheeky wink, "And anyway you're getting me off topic – we were arguing about the Yankees"

"First off you started ranting about Reese's and second we weren't arguing... you were just being somewhat verbally abusive to my favourite baseball team" She joked, nudging his arm, "I wasn't retaliating"

"The Yankees buy their team" Stiles shot back, obviously wanting to win their little debate, "That's how much they suck"

"They don't buy their team" She exclaimed, letting out an ironic chuckle, "They just have resources and use them - nothing wrong with that"

"Well-" Stiles scoffed, "Money has nothing on talent" And Kayla just cocked her head to the side, amusement running through her veins because, wow, it was actually quite endearing and incredibly attractive when Stiles got defensive and protective – even if it was over the Mets of all things.

"Both teams are good" Kayla settled on saying, "And the Mets have had some awesome seasons"

"Thank you" Stiles exclaimed in a 'finally' tone of voice, "See? That didn't take a lot to admit did it?"

"That statement made me want to down a ton of vodka and throw myself off the nearest building" She said seriously before breaking into a wide smile, green eyes alight with laughter, "C'mon Stilinski, truce?"

"Babe I love you but... nu uh" He settled on saying, shaking his head, "Until you admit that the Yankees aren't your favourite team then there will always be this barrier between us... like a dam" He bargained, pushing his luck and Kayla just raised her eyebrows, quirking her lip, "No truce"

"Drama queen" She shot back with a smirk, "Want a tiara to go with that 'Yankees rock' T-shirt I own" She laughed openly at his shell shocked face, "maybe a wig too"

"Don't push your luck" he grumbled, sticking out his lower lip and pouting, crossing his arms over his chest, "No fair" He mumbled to himself and Kayla just moved over on the couch, patting his knee.

"Awwww, don't cry" She cooed, "Just take the truce and we'll call it even"

"Never" He immediately said, shaking his head back and forth rapidly, "Never ever, ever, ever, ever" And she rolled her eyes, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek, hand still on his knee.

"I can have a boyfriend that supports the Mets" She said quietly with a smile on her face, "It won't be the complete end of the world" She joked as Stiles looked at her dead in the eye, small puffs of warm breath hitting her face, "But I'll get you round to my way of thinking – trust me" She winked as Stiles just raised his eyebrows, a cheeky and competitive glint shining in his caramel brown irises.

"Nice try" He grinned, biting his lip as he glanced downwards, a hand landing on her thigh, "But even trying to bait me with amazing sex won't work"

"Wanna bet?" She smirked flirtatiously, gently and slowly running her hand from his knee up his leg, cocking her head to the side, "Because I can be quite... persuasive" She whispered the last part, enticing him, getting his engine revving and it seemed to work as he gulped noisily, visibly beginning to get hot and flustered.

"S-Still won't w-work..." He muttered unconvincingly, unconsciously glancing down at her lips as his hand gripped at her bare thigh thanks to the black cloth shorts she was wearing, "Never"

Kayla widened her smile, slyly moving her hand upwards and disappearing under his comic T-shirt, her hand softly brushing across his bare stomach, "Oh... really...?" She questioned in a slow voice, "Whose the best baseball team?" She whispered, leaning forward to mutter in his ear, lips grazing his lobe.

"The-The Mets" He stuttered, starting to nod his head, "Definitely t-the M-Mets"

Kayla upped the ante, grazing her hand across his happy trail and pulling at the waist band of his dark beige pants, her free hand sliding around to his inner thigh, "Whose the best baseball team?" She repeated even more seductively, slowly running her tongue around in the inside of his ear, loving how he visibly shivered.

"T-The... the, um... Mets" He answered even more nervously, "One-One hundred percent the M-Mets" But Kayla could feel that he was beginning to lose all sense by this point. Without loosing focus she unbuckled his belt with one hand, gently biting down on his earlobe as she trailed the zipper down, deliberately going slowly, loving how he jolted in shock.

"Who is the best baseball team?" She said softly, kissing across his cheek and down his neck, her fingers dancing across his lower abdomen, getting closer and closer to where he actually wanted her to go.

"Y-Y-Yankees" He whispered, completely dazed and spaced out, "D-Definitely the Yankees" Not even realising what he was saying and Kayla chuckled, unable to stop herself because wow... wow Stiles... wow.

"I mean-" Stiles jolted, shaking himself from his daze, "I mean no way in hell... no, that's not fair, you totally seduced me there" He pointed out, "I love the Mets... the Mets, not the Yankees" He shouted the last bit as though directing it to God or someone, trying to prove his loyalty, "Girls are dangerous"

"You're the one thinking with your downstairs brain" She pointed out, chuckling as she pulled back, "At least I can control myse-" She started to say before letting out a surprised noise as Stiles flipped her around spontaneously so she was laying out flat on the large white sofa as he hovered above her, smirking like he was enjoying himself.

"You can't control yourself" He whispered huskily, "Especially when I know all your weak spots" He pointed out, intertwining their fingers and holding them above her head as her heart pounded in her chest, "Like here" He muttered sultry, leaning down and gently beginning to kiss just above her pulse point in her neck, already starting to make her feel clammy at the feel of his soft and warm lips teasing her, "Or here" And with that he moved his lips to just behind her ear right on the hairline where her nerves were on high alert causing her to have to catch her breath as he pressed his lips deeper there, enticing her, "Or here" And with that he moved down to the base of her neck, still gripping at her hands as he pressed them to her sides, index fingers subtly pressing themselves into the inside of her wrists to feel her uneven and quickened pulse.

Oh Jesus Christ holy god almighty...

There was no other words to describe it – he knew all her weak spots, where best to get her blood pumping, he just knew and by now she was almost putty in his hands.

"Um..." She muttered intelligently, eyelids briefly fluttering shut as he pressed very soft kisses down her cleavage so she could barely feel them which only enticed her even more, especially when he moved downwards, taking the hem of her tank top between his teeth and ever so slowly pulling it up so it exposed her stomach which he kissed just as tentatively causing her whole stomach to flip and for butterflies to suddenly get unearthed in her gut.

She let out an incoherent noise and unable to bear his teasing she moved her hands upwards to rest on the sides of his neck and guide him upwards so his body was flush against as she kissed him, unable to stop herself because, damn, he really was irresistible – even in his most dorkiest moments, in fact, when he was acting like a complete spaz or was rambling, even when he was a complete klutz he was even more enticing and endearing to her – just as much as he was when he was taking control of the intimacy between them.

His lips moved with hers perfectly, moulding together like they were carved for each other as she slinked her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his body down so it was resting atop hers, his weight strangely comforting.

He settled himself down between her legs, leaning on his elbows and Kayla completely forgot where they were – that they were in her living room on a couch, a very open space she might add because she thought they were just in bed and using the grip she had around his hips she eagerly flipped them around, deciding to take control of this situation.

Unfortunately they weren't in a large bed, no, they were on a cramped sofa and as soon as she flipped them around she felt the feeling of falling and heard Stiles let out a small, but rather loud, squawk, his arms flailing about as he tried to stop them from falling.

It didn't work.

"...Ow..." Stiles muttered, laying on his back, Kayla on top of him biting her lip to stop from laughing out right, "Thank god you have carpets" And that did it – Kayla started laughing and she couldn't stop to the point where tears of amusement were pooling in her eyes, laughs shaking her whole body.

"I'm glad you find this funny" Stiles noted in enjoyment as she sat up, hiding her laughs behind her hand, "Because I could sue you know, compensation for a broken back... I could get thousands..." He joked and Kayla wiped at her eyes, her hands resting on his stomach as she grinned down at him.

"Sorry but..." She starting laughing quietly again, "You should have seen your face-" She screwed her face up and did the best impression she could of him – wide eyes, slack jaw, tongue half sticking out his mouth, "-That has made my day"

"I'm glad my pain has amused you so much" He chuckled, pushing himself up on his elbows, cocking his head to the side, "Now where were we?" He smirked devilishly, sliding his hands up her thighs that straddled him but Kayla just placed a hand against his chest, stopping him.

"What about your movie?" She asked innocently, laughing internally, "I thought it was the best movie in the world" And she just bit her lip as Stiles waved his hand at the telly, dismissing it.

"The movie pales in comparison to you" He answered as Kayla's heart fluttered, "Batman could barge through that door wanting me to be his new Robin and I would still choose you" He smiled but Kayla heard sincerity in his voice, "Every time" And this time she just nodded, pulling him up by the sides of his neck so he was partially sitting up and she leaned down to meet his kiss eagerly, her own clothes starting to feel uncomfortable on her flushed skin.

His hands were curled around her upper thighs as he intensified the kiss, opening his mouth up, their tongues dancing together in a heated and wet kiss and Kayla's blood pressure rose to sky high levels.

Not wasting any time she moved her hands down his back and pulled his T-shirt up bit by bit and they had to separate for a brief moment as she pulled it over his head, letting the flimsy material slip through her fingertips as Stiles sat up properly, winding his arms around her slim waist as she just gripped at his firm shoulder blades, loving the feel of his warm and clammy skin underneath her fingertips, knowing that she was helping turn him on that way.

Stiles' soft hands slipped underneath her top, caressing the skin on her side, subtly sliding the blue material up her body until he pulled back, looking flustered and eager as he, very slowly, never taking his eyes off hers, removed the item of clothing over her head, his brown eyes sincere and overwhelmed as he dropped her top, hands landing back on her waist.

"I don't care if you support the Yankees" He muttered sincerely, one hand gliding up her body to tuck some loose strands of hair behind her ear, fingertips gliding across her cheek bone softly, "Or that you like honey and chocolate on toast, or that you can totally kick my ass whenever you want, or that you rock at video games and make me look like an amateur, it doesn't even bother me that Derek Hale out of all people is your cousin... well-" He chuckled lightly, "It doesn't bother me that much" He corrected, leaning forward to rest his forehead on hers, "I'll even take you to a Yankees game because it doesn't matter to me" He promised, "In fact, keep doing all of those things, every single one of them because that's who you are... and you don't have to change in the slightest" He whispered softly, "Though just as long as you don't make me start wearing Yankees caps or T-shirts then we're all good" He added humorously, trying to lighten up the situation and Kayla chuckled at that, her fingers gently caressing his bare back.

She glanced down, hair falling in front of her face as she bit her lip, emotions churning through her stomach, "I wish I could word things like that" She admitted quietly, "The best you'll probably get from me is a lame joke about cringey cliché lovey dovey crap" She just shrugged, "Do you think there's something wrong with me?"

"No" Stiles immediately said, shaking his head, hands resting on the sides of her neck making her look at him dead in the eye, "No, definitely not" He smiled, "And anyway, actions speak louder than words right?"

"But everyone craves to hear words though" She pointed out, "It's psychological reassurance or whatever" She muttered, blowing out a puff of air, "So... uh..." She gulped, feeling exposed and vulnerable as Stiles just waited patiently, the feel of his rapidly racing heart pressed against her chest was strangely calming, "I, uh... I'm crazy about you" She admitted softly, "Just for you... all of you..." She said, meeting his adoring gaze, "I just... I-"

"It's okay" He interrupted with a smile, "I think I got it" And with that he slowly leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers, trying to entice her, "Well at least I think I got it – you love me right?" He joked, pulling back and looking at her in amusement and Kayla just smacked his bare chest lightly, glad that he lightened the atmosphere before pulling him back to her, crashing their lips together eagerly, want burning in her stomach.

She heard Stiles let out a quiet groan of enjoyment, his fingers gliding up and down her back sending shivers down her spine in anticipation as she pressed her thighs tightly against his lean hips, slowly pushing him down so he was laying down, looking up at her in adoration and fascination, eyes never leaving hers.

She bit her lip because she knew that he loved that... well, it wasn't hard to know, every-time she did it he would go red and his Adam's apple would bob up and down in anticipation... just like it was now. With steady hands she slowly reached around her back as Stiles rested his palms on her thighs, her clever fingers unclasping her dark lacy bra with no problem what so ever, letting the fancy straps slip from her shoulders as she watched Stiles gulp noisily, his eyes getting that lusty look in them.

Kayla loved watching this – his reactions. It wasn't just a major turn on for her but she also felt so close to him this way, like nothing else mattered, and that was true at this moment – no one else was here, they could concentrate on each other with no interruptions.

She allowed her bra to fall from her body and watched as Stiles' eyes widened in admiration, flitting down to her chest but just a couple of moments later he met her gaze again, honey brown eyes so open and endearing.

"You're so beautiful" He muttered, sounding shy as Kayla intertwined their fingers together, cocking her head to the side to watch him.

"You're not too shabby yourself sir" She smirked lightly, eyes trailing up and down his body as she guided his hands to rest on her waist and then let go, giving him free rein to do whatever he liked or wanted to do.

Kayla watched as Stiles gulped again, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes drifted downwards, trailing over her body, not looking at her like she was just a pretty object he was about to use... no, he was looking at her like she was important to him, like she was special.

And that did make her heart jump.

His hands ran across her flat stomach and glided over her waist, feeling up her smooth skin as he bit his lip and Kayla felt him going even more hard underneath her, his pants getting tighter and tighter. His fingers danced across her ribcage before his large hands traced the curve of her breasts, being so incredibly soft and gentle with her that it just left her wanting, no craving, more of his delicate touches.

Kayla let out a quiet moan, feeling aroused because when he touched her there she was a goner... and Stiles must've heard because he cupped her breasts in both hands, thumb rolling over her nipple and oh dear god... oh dear god.

Kayla closed her eyes, basking in the enjoyment as Stiles sat up, still gently cupping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck, tongue soothing her skin as she threw her head back in enjoyment, stomach burning with need.

"Stiles" She gasped as he began sucking on the delicate skin of her neck, "Lay down" She requested-slash-demanded as he pulled back to look at her dead in the eyes, raising his eyebrows.

She just nodded reassuringly, giving him a small smile as he nodded, taking a hold of her hands again and laying down on the carpeted floor, eyes hungry and lustful.

Kayla, too, leaned down, unable to stop from grinding against him gently as she pressed her lips to his smooth chest, loving how his heart beat even more rapidly by her touch. Slowly moving her body down his, she skimmed her lips down his torso, hands caressing his upper thighs as he jolted, the teasing beginning to take it's toll on his self control.

She got down to his v-line and smirked as Stiles' hands curled at his sides as some form of self control even though it definitely wasn't working by any means.

His button and zip were already pulled down so all she did was slide her hands down the sides of his pants and pull them ever so slowly down his legs, watching him through her eyelashes.

"Do you want me?" Kayla whispered as Stiles nodded, unable to gets words out as she slipped her hands past the band of his boxer shorts and undoing them, her nimble fingers pulling them off his hips and releasing him, much to his pleasure.

She knew exactly what Stiles liked and didn't like, she knew his weak spots just like he knew hers so ever so gently she ran her fingertips up his hardened length, from the hilt all the way up to the tip and he jolted underneath her, body buzzing.

Kayla's tongue darted out to wetten her lips as she leaned down slowly, pressing her lips to his tip as her hands gripped his hilt, fingers gently massaging his length to get him going as she allowed her tongue to swirl over the tip.

Stiles groaned loudly as soon as her mouth came in contact with him and, doing this just to tease him, she slowly trailed her fingertips up and down the underside of his length as her hot breath washed over him, making him groan even louder.

"Relax" She whispered, lips covering the head of his length as her fingers still slowly stroked him, not hard enough for a lot of friction but enough to tease him greatly. Her wet tongue was still firmly pressed against his shaft as she moved her lips around the tip, loving how he was quivering and was already so hard in her mouth. She enjoyed this - the teasing, the intimacy, it was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She felt his wants and his needs and loved feeling when that happened - she loved to play with him, taste him, to try anything and everything to make him feel special.

She heard Stiles moan and that encouraged her even more as she wrapped her hand around his whole length, slowly twisting her hand around in a circular motion as her hot wet mouth engulfed his tip and her tongue was caressing the sensitive skin there.

"Ooooh god" He groaned, throwing his head back into the floor, "Oh god Kayla..." And she resisted smirking as she moved her hand upwards, tightening her grip as she went until she reached the top, swirling her tongue over the tip before stroking her hand all the way down again, fingertips paying special attention to the underside of his length, knowing how sensitive it was, knowing that it made his whole body thrust up in pleasure.

Oh boy Stiles, she thought eagerly, you're about to get a gift you'll never forget.

A/N) HA... and no, i'm not ending it there, there will be a rather, er, 'explicit' scene next in like full detail so I hope you will like that - in the mean tim please review you awesome people, they mean the world and are incredibly motivating, see you next chapter :) x