Disclaimer: teen wolf is not mine folks, hope you like this, I tried ha x

If there was one thing about Kayla that was blatantly obvious it was her lack of patience. Such a waste of time waiting for others and if it was anyone other than Stiles then she would probably have left by now but seeming how it was him and she had a soft spot reserved for him and him only, well, she waited.

For two fucking hours.

Two hours of sighing loudly, picking her cuticles and staring into blank space while he sat against his headboard on his bed and continued typing up his English essay due for tomorrow, surrounded by textbooks and crumpled bits of paper on his unmade bed as he gnawed at the end of his pen, the plastic cracking.

And before all this? They were having a very cute, very intense and very stimulating make out session against his bedroom wall, their hands exploring each other's bodies like they were handling something so valuable and precious leaving scorch marks burning across her skin. But then he had pulled back, his lips red and swollen to press a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose and groaning he had an essay to write but he would be with her shortly.

Shortly her ass. Two hours was not 'shortly'. Liar. She knew school was important, especially with all the homework they had been getting lately but her whole body had been jittery and buzzy and, well, how she put this delicately? - really fucking horny.

Okay that wasn't delicate at all but there wasn't a reserved way to phrase that. She wanted sex, as simple as that. She wanted Stiles, like right now. She spun around on the computer chair that was placed near the end of his bed, giving him a critical eye over.

He looked focused, the pen stuck between his teeth and pencils stuck around the back of his ears as his eyes scanned the screen in front of him, the laptop placed across his legs and those godly like fingers continuously tapping the keyboard at such a speed she wondered how his mind could process the words he was typing.

But that was Stiles for you - fast, God so fast, and sometimes he did this thing with his hips-

Okay off track. Focus Kayla.

She stopped spinning, unfolding her bare legs to pucker her lips at him. Damn him for making her so sexually frustrated to the point where she was seriously considering either begging him for sex, even if it was just a quick fumble to stop her stomach knotting, or just excusing herself to the bathroom to finish the job herself, hell she might not even excuse herself, she could easily just slip her hand down her shorts and-

Dammit focus she chastised herself, shaking her head to try and distract herself but it wasn't working. Why did he have to look so damn good in just a plain grey tee and green plaid shirt? Why? Why did the sight of his dorky, confused and adorable expression make her stomach twist and her heart to flutter? Why did a guy manage to do that to her?

Eh, not just any guy she had to remind herself. Stiles Stilinski. Who, by the way, was looking so nerdy hot right now she had to literally grip the arm rests on the chair to stop from pouncing on him.

No. She had to play it slightly more subtle than that. She couldn't let him see the power he held over her without even knowing it, that was an advantage she didn't want him to have just yet. She just had to play it cool, that's all, play it cool, be cool, be collected-

"Are we going to have sex?" She blurted out, cocking an eyebrow at him but it didn't seem he heard her, far too engrossed in his laptop to be considered healthy.

"Stiles? Stiles...? Loverboy?"

"Hmmm?" He murmured, the pen dropping from his mouth as he answered, his keen brown gaze still focused on the screen, "there's food in the fridge"

There's food in the- what? Was he even paying attention?

Only one way to find out.

"Oh would you look at that, I seemed to have fallen out of my clothes" she said dryly, waiting for the usual inevitable snap of his head to stare at her with wide eyes, his cheeks darkening as he blushed but it never came, "all of them. I'm naked, totally naked. All of me is naked, so very naked"

Nope, nothing. Not even a twitch of the head.

"Stiles? I'm naked" she tried again, pronouncing her words slowly to try and get a reaction, "naked as in no clothes on" still nothing, "Stiles?"

"Thats nice" he answered vaguely, completely out of it as he still focused on the laptop propped on his outstretched legs, legs she so desperately wanted intertwined with her own.

Right. There was only one way to settle this. She stood up, a determined glint gleaming in her eyes as she unbuttoned her maroon coloured shirt and let it drop to the floor before shimmying out of her denim studded shorts and kicked them away like they were the biggest inconvenience on earth, leaving her standing there in a red lacy underwear set that she had to admit was pretty damn hot, well smoking actually. Lydia had dragged her shopping the other day, literally pulling her into a lingerie shop and made her try on some of the most expensive, lacy, revealing, figure hugging underwear sets there was and, well, she ended up with this.

A strapless smouldering delicate lacy red bra that clung to her figure and shaped her assists pretty damn well and a matching pair of underwear that sat low on her hips and, well, there wasn't exactly a lot to it but it did the job. She did look pretty damn hot.

"Stiles... Stiles..." She rolled her eyes as he just hummed in response, "seriously? I'm offering myself on a plate to you and all you say is 'hmmmm'?" She demanded lightly, "this was a total waste of a hundred bucks if you don't at least look once"

He sighed, detaching his eyes but glanced up, blinking against the glare the laptop screen left in his eyes before they widened considerably as he then realised what she was doing and what she was wearing. In fact she could've pin pointed the exact moment he started to get a hard on.

He audibly gulped, his brown gaze moving slowly down her body sending tingles up her spine. Finally. Finally they were getting somewhere productive.

"What are you... What are you..." He swallowed noisily, one eyebrow cocked, "where are your clothes?"

"I took them off"

"I can see that" his eyes were as wide as saucers as he tried to, subtly, clench his fist around his pants leg, "why Uh... Why may I ask?"

She smirked before a full on flirty grin tugged at her lips, "because I want you in me, clothes just get in the way don't you think?"

He spluttered before coughing, wheezing for breath as he stared at her with a gob smacked expression plastered on his face, suddenly looking a little shy and boyish, his gelled hair spiked up and ruffled with all the times he had ran his hands through his hair during his study time.

"Well... you look... Look..." He gulped again, perspiration beginning to shine on his forehead, "pretty wow... A lot wow... Mega wow... Wow..."

"Seal of approval then?" She smirked, slowly swaying forward so she was standing at the end of the bed, deliberately biting down hard on her bottom lip just to turn him on even more knowing that always got his blood pumping.

"God yes" his jaw almost hit the floor at that, his stare turning lusty and intense as he allowed his gaze to scan across her body again, completely captivated by what she was wearing, or rather, lack of, "holy crap..."

She crawled onto the bed, letting her long hair tumble down around her shoulders as she smirked at him, allowing her nimble fingers to glide up his legs making him jump at the contact, the laptop almost slipping off his lap.

"What are you... Um-" he coughed deliberately as she swiped the laptop away, running her hands up and down his thighs, "what... Uh, oh god... Kaylz..."

"I'm seducing you" she answered bluntly, "I thought that was rather obvious" her fingers soon found their way to the button of his pants, popping it before slowly trailing the zip down over his growing bulge, allowing her fingertips to graze across the soft fabric of his boxer shorts causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

"W-W-Why?" He stumbled over the words as she slipped the pants down over his hips, his skin now hot to the touch.

She playfully pouted, staring up at him through her eyelashes, "because for the last two hours all I could think about was you... Your body... Going through every single thing I could do to you to make you unravel... Two hours of pure sexual frustration Stiles" he jolted in surprise as her hand started palming him over the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, slowly rubbing him as he gasped at the pleasurable jolts it sent through his body "but of course if you would rather do homework..." She determinedly held back her grin as she trailed off, shrugging a shoulder and was just about to pull away but Stiles caught her hand, pressing it back down against his growing hard on.

"No, no... Don't stop" he was breathing heavily by this point, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gulped back big breaths of air, his cheeks now splotted pink and flushed a deep red, "don't stop"

She grinned, unable to help herself as she just nodded in understanding, returning to slowly working him through his boxer shorts, still amazed at the feeling of him coming alive under her touch, twitching and growing as he clenched his whole body, his hand dropping to the side.

"You like this?" She asked quietly, knowing what the answer would be and was right as he nodded jittery, obviously not trusting his voice, "want me to do more?"

Again she was rewarded by a series of enthusiastic nods, sweat beads trailing down from his forehead to his cheeks as she grasped ahold of the band of his boxer shorts and slipped them down his legs until they and his slacks pooled around his knees, leaving him bare and exposed.

He was sitting up, staring down at her in something close to complete shock and being full on amazed as she allowed her nails to graze up his thighs and hips, slowly pushing his tee up a little so she could see his v-line and happy trail, the dusting of dark hair from his navel all the way down to his erection making her stomach clench.

"Well..." She flashed him a smile before her eyes settled on his length that was now fully erect and flushed red at the tip as it pressed against his stomach, "someone's clearly eager"

"Eager?" He gasped as she slowly leaned down, her warm breath brushing across the hardened area, "I was eager two minutes ago, now I'm just embarrassingly desperate for you"

'For you' - oh god... She bit back a contented moan at that phrase, her fingers gently curling around the base of his erection and tugging lightly, making him let out a groan, his hands clenching around the covers underneath them.

"Kaylz... Baby... Don't tease" he gasped as she allowed her lips to graze his tip, not hard enough to be classed as touching but hard enough that he felt the ghost of her lips on him, "teasing is very very bad"

"I'm a very bad girl" she breathed huskily, "I'm your bad girl Stiles and I'll do whatever I want to you" she promised, unable to stop her stomach from tightening as she stared down at his arousal, her fingers gently caressing his base so that it twitched a little.

"M-My bad girl?" He questioned with an audible shake to his voice as she glanced up, meeting his intense gaze, "as in..."

"I'm yours" she breathed quietly, "and I don't like doing what I'm told, so if I want to tease..." She trailed off, letting her fingers inch down to cup his rounded flushed skin that hung down making him let out a surprised startled groan, "... Then I'll tease"

He was gaping at her by this point, his jaw slack as she started palming him again, her lips slowly coming to rest over his tip, her tongue swirling over the heated flesh and he threw his head back into the headboard and tried, and failed, to hold back his groan of pleasure, his vision tunnelling.

Kayla smirked against him, her hands still playing and fondling with his testicles as she kneeled between his legs, allowing her tongue to caress and flick at the sensitive tip, deliberately allowing her hot breath to inch down his length leaving him a quivering fumbling mess.

"C-Crap... Kaylz... Oh my go-... Fuck-" he swore, which he hardly ever did, as her lips slipped down another inch, her thumbs swiping along the aroused skin of the rounded flesh she was cupping in her hands before she tugged at them, pulling them a little before allowing them to bounce back in place and he swore again, his entire body jolting underneath her.

"Y-You're right-" he gasped, struggling for breath, "-you are a bad girl..." His fists tightened around the grey covers underneath them, his normal whiskey flecked gaze turning near pitch black with need and arousal, "... A very bad girl..."

Didn't she know it. She distracted her boyfriend from his vitally important homework so she could give him a blowjob, she was just the worst of the worst, really, just lock her away and throw away the key...

... Well, that was actually quite a good idea, especially if Stiles was the one locking her up, dressed in something tight, or leather, or nothing at all-

Wow focus Kayla, dash it. But all of this was turning her on more than before, her stomach tightening and between her legs was burning with a searing aroused heat as she hollowed our her cheeks and bobbed her head a little, her tongue continuously wrapping and swiping across his smooth length, feeling each crevice, bump and vein that stuck out.

She knew Stiles' eyes were rolling back into his head by this point, his breathing erratic and quick as she felt one of sweaty hands come to rest over her head, gently grabbing a handful of thick hair. But as soon as he did that he thought better and, as hard as it was, unclenched his grip from her luscious locks and allowed his touch to land on her shoulder, rubbing up and down her back at the feel of her hot wet mouth moving around him. He desperately wanted to just tangle his long fingers in her soft hair to feel her head moving, to just hold onto her as she made him feel all these spectacular, mind boggling, orgasm-worthy things but he refrained because a) she had a plan, she always did, and he was used to being submissive as she worked her mouth over him, b) hair grabbing during a blowjob was sometimes a bit too 'porny' for his liking and he didn't want it to turn into that, it wasn't some random girl licking, sucking and nibbling at him, it was Kayla and he just wanted her to feel comfortable and c) apart of him didn't want to hurt her or make it feel like he was forcing her to do something she didn't want to do because he knew from past experience when he unravelled inside her like this he blanked out for a couple of seconds, the pleasure making his body tear apart from the inside out, and didn't want to lose control like that, not with her.

So that was how he ended up caressing the bare skin on her back above her bra strap, his short nails digging into skin leaving long pink scratches across her flesh. But was surprised as she raised a now free hand that wasn't cupping his left testicle anymore to grip at his hand and guide it up to her hair. Kayla always had a plan... This was clearly apart of it and who was he to argue with it? When her mouth was on him like this he enjoyed being submissive and was prepared to do anything she asked.

He tightened his grip around her hair, not too tight but just enough that he could feel the silk like tendrils curling around his clammy grip and the bobbing motions she made with her head.

"... Oh god..." He groaned again, unable to stop the slight thrust of the hips he gave as he felt himself hit the back of her throat, still amazed that she obviously liked the feel of it. It must be strange, he thought, always having to be the one to take things into her body where as he just had to caress and rub the soft mound of wet hot skin with his tongue when he went down on her. But hey he wasn't about to argue with what turned her on, she had given him so many blowjobs this past year and come undone herself almost every time that she must've enjoyed it... Maybe a bit too much.

"Crap..." He cursed, twitching and jolting as she allowed one of her hands to twist expertly around the base of his length, her grip slightly wet with both sweat and saliva.

He knew he was close, so tantalisingly close that he couldn't even think straight as he raised his free hand, the one that wasn't folding through her hair, and gripped at her back, his fingers dancing across the thin strapless bra strap as he forced himself to glance down from where he was sitting to watch her.

Watch his girlfriend's free hand that wasn't twisting and circling him to rest over one of his hips, forcing him to stay still and press him back into the mattress. Watch as she kept bobbing her head to a steady pace despite the fact he was jolting and a groaning mess underneath her. Watch the curve of her slim body between his legs and that was enough to push him towards the finishing line.

His stomach tightened, his hand tightening through her hair, "Kayla... Kaylz, I can't... I'm going to... I'm going-"

He always warned her, without fail, because although she normally always swallowed he didn't want her to think she always had to or be caught out doing something she didn't want to do. Just before he could unload in a frenzy of groans and moans she snapped her head back, lifting her hands to quickly pull up the hem of his tee to his chest just as his hard on slapped back against his stomach and he groaned as he released himself.

Kayla was breathing heavily, both because of the lack of air during her task and the fact she was more than aroused at the sight of that mouthwatering fluid landing across his upper stomach and between his pecs.

Fuck.

She licked her lips, his sweet taste still lingering on her mouth as she met his hooded gaze that was clouded over with shock and pleasure, sweat running down his face as he looked at her with nothing short of pure undeniable love.

A lazy grin tugged at his lips, "that was... Wow" he chucked, "I seem to be saying that lot Huh?"

Her hands were still tight around his tee as she pressed it against his shoulders, unable to stop the grin she sent back.

"As long as it's true"

"So true" he muttered, "I mean... It's even bigger than just wow, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven... Multiple times"

"Little dramatic" she smirked.

He smirked, his aroused brown gaze dropping to his bare chest before meeting her amused eyes, "I'll go get some tissues-"

She pushed him back against the headboard before he could get up, clambering onto his lap.

"... Kaylz...?" He seemed a little confused, okay adorably so, "I better clean up, I just changed the sheets this morning and I have a feeling my dad won't be too pleased with the excuse for changing them again is my cum is all over them"

She just continued to smirk as he frowned in wondering, "Kayla-"

But with that she slowly leaned down, her tongue dancing across each v-line before swiping it up over his lower stomach, catching the trail of creamy liquid that had started to inch down his chest and stomach and felt Stiles clench underneath her, a contented moan slipping from his lips.

She slowly allowed her tongue to catch each drip, her tastebuds tingling at the sweet taste of sweat from his chest and the salty tang from his cum, moving her way up to then swirl her tongue around each of his pecs, flicking the nipples and causing him to gasp under her.

"Seriously Kaylz, you trying to kill me?" He was breathless as he watched her, his eyes in this constant state of wideness at the sight of her meticulously and eagerly licking him up, cleaning his chest so it was left sparkling with the faint sheen of sweat and warm saliva.

See? She always had a plan.

She pulled back to stare at him dead in the eye, her green gaze now smouldering his as her eyes flashed a deep glowing emerald.

"Take it off"

She didn't need to ask him twice. He shrugged out of his shirt in a flail of limbs, almost knocking her off the bed before tugging the sweaty grey tee off over his head and throwing it to the other side of the room, leaving him sitting there completely naked and bare but only for her and her eyes only.

He watched as she gulped noisily, basically unraveling in front of his very eyes as she glanced down at his bare chest, her fleshy bottom lip finding its way between her teeth, her hips gently grinding down against his.

That was what he loved, how when they were like this she looked at him like he was the only person she ever wanted to see. How, just the sight of him, was enough for her. He had never felt this type of love and longing before her, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Her soft hands and to rest atop his chest, one palm splayed directly over his racing heart.

"I want you Stiles" she whispered longingly, so quiet he barely heard her, "I need you"

He wanted to say back that he needed her too, that he loved her and never wanted to let her go but his throat closed up, the words he desperately wanted to say sticking. So he just pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips before he kissed her - slowly, sweetly and softly, his lips tingling at the taste of himself still clinging to her mouth but didn't pull away. He didn't understand why some guys wouldn't kiss their girl after the girl went down on them, he couldn't fathom why the hell not, because although he knew he didn't taste as good as Kayla, her sweet exotic flavour that always made his tastebuds explode in pleasure, he didn't taste bad and just the fact that her soft mouth was on his, her tongue slowly intertwining with his own was enough to make his brain go haywire.

He raised a shaky hand, cupping the back of her neck as he ever so slowly and gently twisted them around to lay her down on the bed, him hovering over her. He felt her legs widen, allowing him room to settle down between her knees as he held himself up on the palms of his hands, kissing her slowly as he inhaled her scent - slightly sweaty but tinged with the mouth watering aroma of strawberries and sex, the two surprisingly mixing well together. He could feel her arousal, smell the musky scent that clung to her, his growing erection nudging her underwear that was soaked through.

God, how badly he wanted to make her feel good.

He detached his lips from her mouth, choosing to settle down against her body, their clammy skins sticking to one another as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his mouth slowly working on giving her a gentle love bite on the curve of her slender neck.

She gasped loudly, arching her back underneath him as his tongue swirled across the delicate flesh, his lips gently suckling at the soft skin whilst he swivelled his hips against hers, pressing his hard length right at her covered core.

She gasped again but that soon turned into a heated moan as her loose legs wrapped around his hips, bringing their bodies even more intimately together.

"S-Stiles... Sti-..." She cut herself off with a groan as he nipped at the reddening skin on her neck, "please... Please make love to me"

He was lost for words at her complete state of vulnerability, her voice shaking as her hands curled into his back.

He just nodded a little against her neck, one hand slowly slithering down her torso to slip past the band of the red lacy underwear she was wearing - when he looked up and saw her wearing it he felt so much tension in his body get released, his eyes widening. She could still, to this very day, amaze him, make him feel so much love and need, want and arousal, prepared to do anything to make her feel amazing. So he did.

She whimpered under the weight of his body as he curled his fingers against her entrance, already so warm and wet that he had to hold back a growl of pure fanatical desire, his lips sucking a little harder around the love bite he had already made previously, tilting his head to the side to make another one, twin to the one starting to lightly bruise.

She was shaking with exhilaration, he could feel her trembling against him as her nails dragged down his back lightly, tilting her hips at an angle that was easy for him to reach his goal. Ever so gently, with care and caution, he slipped a couple of fingers past her entrance and deep into her warm folds that he felt clench around him. The feel of her shuddering in response to his touch made him quiver, his own body relaxing down against her warm skin as his mind went blank - all that occupied his thoughts was Kayla, from how she felt, tasted, smelt, the way she moved beneath him, how he would bury his fingers deeper and she would elicit the most beautiful and endearing sounds he had ever heard.

Desire swarmed through his mind, need burning like fire through his veins, hunger for her, for closeness, causing his skin to burn. He needed her as much as she needed him.

He curled his fingers again, the smooth wet folds around his fingers tightening and clenching as she tried to gasp but her breath came out stuttery and frantic near his ear, the feel of her hammering heart against his chest was amazing.

"Stiles... Stiles... I love you" she breathed huskily, tone filled with so much love and truth he paused, a shiver running down his spine at the intensity of her voice, "I'll always love you... Please... Please-"

He pulled back a little, eyes finding her green gaze that was almost black because of how much her pupils were dilated.

"What do you need?" He whispered quietly, one hand stroking her sweaty hair away that clung to her flushed cheeks, the other stilling inside her, "tell me what you need and I'll give it to you... Anything"

She ran her hands through his damp hair, the smallest of smiles tugging at her lips, "you Stiles... You'll all I ever need"

He heard the shake in her voice, felt his much pure and raw desire and need there was burning through the atmosphere after her words. He could practically taste it in the air, the lingering tang of arousal that clung to both of them.

He just nodded, leaning up onto his knees as his trembling fingers ghosted across her slender hips, hooking into the thin lacy fabric of her underwear to slowly slide them down her legs. He dropped them to the ground, his strong hands taking ahold of the back of her knees and opening her legs a little, his thumbs soothing the trembling girl beneath his touch. She was actually trembling though, both in need and anticipation and Stiles slowly just hovered back over her, the tip of his hard erection brushing across her entrance as he caught her needy gasp in his mouth.

His hands expertly but a little fumbly searched for the clasp of her bra and managed to unhook it, pulling it out from under her. He continued to kiss her sweetly before slowly dipping his head to her chest, her breasts so happy to be free from their restraints as he circled his mouth around one of her hardening nipples, his tongue flicking the nub so it sent spasms of pleasure through her body.

He caressed her breast like this, gently and carefully, loving the feel of the goosebumps that erupted across her perky nipple as he traced his tongue along and across the hardened pinched skin, his own body starting to quiver.

"Stiles" she gasped loudly, tangling her fingers through his hair as he leaned back up, his gaze smouldering directly opposite hers.

He didn't say anything, just kept staring down at her as he gently, but powerfully, moved his hips forward, sliding into her with ease making her stop breathing for a few seconds, her eyes fluttering shut at the blissful state it caused.

Stiles stayed there, pressed against her, in her, leaning down so their noses brushed.

"Look at me" he whispered softly, irregular hot breath fanning across her cheek.

She opened her eyes, taking a couple of seconds to focus on him, her face screwed up in pleasure.

"Y-Yes?"

God she looked so beautiful, hair in disarray, face flushed and red, her eyes usually so carefully guarded was open and vulnerable so he could see every single emotion she felt reflecting in her green gaze. He could feel her shaking, her chest rising and falling quickly as she gulped back big breaths of air. She seemed so small beneath him, so vulnerable making him want to be slow and soft with her, touching her like she was a delicate piece of valuable art.

He smiled, the corners of his lips quirking, "nothing... I just want to look at you... I could look at you forever"

He grasped ahold of her free hand that wasn't clinging to tufts of his hair and gently pinned it above their heads, his long fingers intertwining with her shorter ones and clinging to each other tightly, neither wanting to let go.

"Then don't stop looking at me" she whispered, gliding her fingers through his hair.

"I wasn't planning to" and with that he gently leant down to kiss her, their gazes fixed on one another's as he moved over her gently and slowly but strongly, each thrust causing fireworks to explode through their brains.

When he said he took it slow he meant he really did take it slow, thrusting softly before kissing her lips or her neck, his hands ghosting over her burning skin before allowing himself to take another thrust. She didn't mind, just wrapped her legs around his waist to move with him, her hand tightening around his own and gently tugging at his thick hair making him moan against her flushed skin.

Desire and need was a funny thing, it was deadly as it reduced two headstrong people to fumbling clingy messes but at the same time it was vital. It connected them, making them even more sure about their relationship. They needed each other, as simple as that.

Stiles held back determinedly, watching as Kayla shuddered beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips as she threw her head back into the mountain of pillows, exposing her red and slightly bruised neck to him, the feel of her wet and warm walls clenching around him was like a good hot cup of hot chocolate and a fire on a winters night, he craved it. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck as she moaned, coming undone on him and he followed suit with one last thrust that sent him spiralling over the edge

His vision blanked, his body jolting as ripples of pure raw undeniable pleasure coursed through his body, setting him alight.

He felt her hand run down his bare back, soothing the sweaty skin as he lay atop her, neither really wanting to move as bliss fell upon them.

"Stiles...?"

"Hm?" He whispered contently, adjusting his body so all of his weight wasn't on her, peppering lazy playful kisses across her bruised neck.

"I'm pretty sure we did just get cum all over the bed sheets" she said bluntly which made him chuckle, amusement spreading through his veins as he pulled back to look at her, "your dad won't be very pleased, remember?"

She was teasing him gently, a happy smirk quirking her lips.

"I don't care" he shrugged, leaning down to capture her soft lips again, "I love you... Always and forever"

She just laughed underneath him, the clear moments of vulnerability gone, "okay sap, enough with the pillow talk" she chuckled, pushing at his chest lightly, "you've got an essay to write"

He groaned as he rolled off her, watching as she leaned down to start pulling on her undergarments, looking far too amused by the fact he had to now do work, especially after that.

"You're lucky I love you you know" he said seriously but the smile gave away his playfulness, "only you could get away with making me feel all that and then forcing me to do english"

She winked over her shoulder, a grin tugging at her lips.

Yup. He was so totally whipped.

A/n) omg why did I write it that long, dammit ha. But I sure hope you all liked and please please review, they mean so much and I would love to hear what you thought about this chapter, see you next time folks x