Hello again! I promised you guys that this chapter will contain plenty more Statalie, so here you go! I hope you enjoy!

WARNING: Sexy times ensue... Oh, boy...

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!" Natalie chanted as soon as she and Stiles hopped into the blue jeep. While Peter was busy persuading Derek to join him in helping to seek revenge on those who put him in a coma, the teenagers had managed to sneak out of the hospital without Peter noticing. "Seriously, what the fuck just happened?!"

"I have no idea," Stiles said, shaking his head, "I mean, who in the hell expected that to happen? A comatose uncle wakes up and murders his own niece just to become the alpha. This is some messed up shit."

Rubbing her temple with her fingertips, Natalie chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, tell me about it. Crap, so, what do we do now?"

"Hell, that beats me," Stiles scoffed, running his hand over his buzz-cut.

He pulled out his phone and let out a sad sigh when he looked at the time. The lacrosse game was pretty much over, so Stiles never got to play in first line like he had hoped he would. It was his first big game and he couldn't believe that he actually missed it. He couldn't help but feel like that he had let everyone, especially his dad, down. To make his dad disappointed in him was one of the worst feelings ever.

Natalie frowned at the defeated look on her boyfriend's face. She knew how much this game meant to Stiles. If she was in the same situation where her she couldn't make it to a game because she was too busy handling the supernatural, she would feel awful that she wouldn't be able to make her dad proud. Reaching over, Natalie stroked Stiles's cheek.

"This really sucks," Stiles mumbled.

"Don't beat yourself over it, Stiles," Natalie said, "It's not your fault."

"I should've been there," Stiles said, "I let my dad down tonight. He was there to watch me play in first line. What if I never get that chance again?"

"You will," Natalie assured him, "There will be many opportunities for you to play. And don't think that your dad isn't already proud of you. Once stupid game isn't gonna change anything."

Stiles sighed. "Tonight was the night to prove to everyone that I don't suck at lacrosse." He looked out the window. "I thought maybe I could be the hero for once, not just Jackson or even Scott. That I could be good enough for everyone."

Cupping his face in her hands, Natalie brought Stiles's head up so he was looking into her doe eyes. Those eyes traveled up and down from his own whiskey-colored orbs to his cupid-bow shaped lips. As Natalie rubbed her thumb on her boyfriend's cheek, he hummed in content at her touch. She leaned in closer to where their lips brushed against each other.

"You're more than good enough for me. Don't ever forget that."

Then she gave Stiles a tender kiss on the lips. He melted from the softness that his girlfriend's lips provided him. His hands slid down to her hips and he gave them a light squeeze. As much as he loved those hot moments with Natalie where their hands were all over each other, Stiles adored the times where they could be so gentle even more. He could feel how much love Natalie put into this kiss. And it was enough to make him forget that he was feeling upset in the first place.

When the kiss was broken off, Stiles tucked her red velvet hair behind her ear. "I know I don't tell you this enough, but I really do love you, Natalie. So much."

"Aw," Natalie smiled softly, "I love you too."

They kissed each other once more. Stiles then noticed what looked like small claw marks on the hood of Natalie's sweatshirt. He lifted the hood to get a better inspection.

"Whoa," he whistled, "What happened here?"

Natalie furrowed her eyebrows and groaned when she saw the tears. "Fuckin' Derek! He had to ruin my favorite sweatshirt! I swear I'm gonna murder his ass and turn him into a fur coat."

"Is that from when he grabbed you earlier?"

"You saw that?" Natalie asked.

"Yeah," Stiles said, "I was gonna say something earlier but Danny had found where the text came from before I could. What was that about?"

"He said that I smelled like the white wolf."

"Why would he say that?" Then Stiles's brown eyes widened. "Wait, he doesn't think it's you, does he?"

His girlfriend raised an eyebrow. "What? No. But he figured out that I saw her today." Realizing her mistake once again, Natalie smacked her forehead. "And I keep forgetting that I'm not supposed to say anything about it."

"Hold on, back up a second," Stiles said, waving his hands around wildly, "When did you see the white wolf? I was with you all day."

At this point, Natalie figured that she had already said too much so there was no turning back. "It was after I was working out in the weight room," she explained, "She cornered me in the locker room and basically told me that Scott needs to get his shit together."

"Can't really argue with that," Stiles shrugged.

Again, his eyes widened when he finally processed everything his girlfriend had said.

"You saw it in its human form?! And it's a woman?!" His lips parted in an 'O' shape. "Oh, so that's why you were acting all weird over the phone earlier…"

"Yeah. But she wasn't mean to me or anything like that. She just seems like she doesn't take shit from anyone, and I respect that. Apparently, she knows Derek and does not like him at all. Shocker."

"I don't blame her," Stiles snorted, "Do you know who she was?"

"No, she never gave me her name," Natalie told him, "But I feel like that I've seen her before. I can't really point out where though."

Stiles checked the time on his phone once again. "I don't know, but we should really go find Scott right now and tell him what's up."

They buckled their seat belts and Stiles sped out of the hospital parking lot. The rubber on his tires burned as he raced over to the school. Natalie even had to hold onto the door handle because her boyfriend was going so fast. When they finally reached the school, Stiles took Natalie's hand and they ran off into the building.

As they went into the locker room, they found Scott sitting on the bench. He was looking down at his hands but Natalie could detect the disturbed expression he had on his face.

"Dude," Stiles said, "we have a huge problem."

Scott looked up at his best friends. "Trust me. I know."

After the trio caught each other up in what was going on, they got into Stiles's car so he could take them home. Since Natalie's house was the closest to the school, she was the first to be dropped off. She kissed Stiles quickly before going up the porch steps. The aroma of the spices of her mom's home-cooked fried chicken filled her nose, making her mouth water. Just then, Natalie heard her stomach rumble. She hadn't even realized how hungry she actually was until that moment.

She walked into the kitchen to see her parents sitting at the dinner table, talking sort of secretly. They immediately stopped their conversation when they saw their oldest child come in.

"Hi, honey," Terri greeted, smiling nervously, "How was the game?"

"It was good," Natalie said. Thank god that Scott gave her the statistics of the game tonight. "We won. I'm pretty sure we're gonna be going to state."

"That's great," Terri said, "I don't know if you've eaten with the boys or not afterwards, but I made some dinner earlier if you're hungry."

"Awesome, because I am starving!"

The redhead dropped her backpack by the front door before going over to the cupboard. She pulled out a plate and started piling it up with chicken, corn, and mashed potatoes. After grabbing a can of Sprite, Natalie sat down at the table across from her parents. She dug into her food right away.

Both Terri and Kurt were silent and kept glancing worriedly at each other. It was like they were nonverbally debating on something that couldn't have been any good. This didn't go unnoticed by Natalie. She didn't say anything at first because she just wanted to enjoy her meal. But after a while, the silence was killing her and her parents were so annoyingly suspicious.

Her fork landed on her plate with a clank and Natalie crossed her arms as she leaned back in her chair. "Alright, who died?"

"What?" Kurt scoffed, "Why would you ask that?"

One of Natalie's eyebrows rose up. "You're kidding me. Mom only makes fried chicken whenever you guys give me bad news so the blow won't be as harsh." She gestured between them. "Also, you two have the worst poker faces ever."

"Damn it," Terri hissed. She smacked her husband's shoulder.

"Ow!" Kurt whined, "What was that for?"

"I told you that if I cooked her favorite food she would know what something's up," Terri said, "But no, you insisted on it!"

"Like she said, I thought it would make things easier!"

"Hey!" Both adults stopped arguing at their daughter's outburst. "Can you just tell me what's going on? Did someone die?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, nobody died. Actually, nothing bad really happened."

"Then why are you guys acting so weird?" Natalie accused.

"You wanna tell her?" Kurt asked his wife.

She shook her head. "I already did my part. You take it from here."

With a sigh, Kurt turned back to Natalie, who was waiting patiently. "Listen, Nat. Your mom and I have been talking a lot about this lately. We think… that it would be a good idea if you went back to counseling."

Right then, Natalie felt her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach. Those were the words that the redhead had never wanted to hear again in her life. In her opinion, it was almost as bad as someone dying.

"What?" she said in shock, "Why? Is this still about what happened that night at the school?"

"It's not just that," Kurt said. He pulled an empty prescription bottle out of his pocket. "You've been going through your pills way faster than you should be. How many have you been taking a day?"

Natalie shrugged. "I don't know, maybe three… four, at the most…"

"Four?" Terri echoed, "Nat, you're only supposed to be taking two a day. You could get very sick by taking more than you're supposed to."

"I know, I know," Natalie sighed, "I've just been a bit more tired lately and I didn't wanna stay behind in any of my classes. Also, I don't wanna lose any energy for baseball. I just thought the pills would give me that extra boost of adrenaline."

"They'll work if you take the right amount," Terri told her, "You don't wanna overdose and go into shock."

"Is there something you're not telling us?" Kurt asked, "There's nothing bad going on between you and Stiles, right? Because I can use my Taser if he's being a little shithead."

"Whoa, Dad, no, no, no!" Natalie exclaimed, flailing her hands, "That is totally not necessary! Stiles and I are perfectly fine, I promise. Jeez, there's no need to go Psycho Dad on him. You've know Stiles forever. He's a good guy."

The deputy shrugged his shoulders. "Just making sure."

"But honestly, guys, I'm fine," Natalie tried to reassure her parents, "I haven't been to counseling since I was twelve and I think I turned out pretty well, right?" She flashed a big toothy grin to prove her point.

However, her parents weren't so convinced.

"We already scheduled an appointment for tomorrow afternoon," Terri told her.

"Before you say anything, just hear us out," Kurt said before Natalie could throw a fit, "Go to the appointment tomorrow and give it a chance. If you still don't think it is necessary, then we won't make you go anymore. Deal?"

There was really no sense in arguing with her parents on this one. But what good was counseling going to do in Natalie's case? It's not like she could pour out to a complete stranger that her life has been taken over by temperamental werewolves. Then they would think that she really did need help. Natalie just kept in mind that it would be the only time she would have to go if things didn't work out in the end.

She raked her red velvet hair back and let out a huff of breath. "Fine. I'll go. Do you know who I'll be talking to?"

"Umm…" Kurt scratched his chin. "Caroline Maxwell."

That made Natalie's jaw drop. "Are you serious?! You couldn't get anyone else besides her? She's the reason why I stopped going to counseling!"

"She was the only one who was available for tomorrow," Terri said apologetically, "We really tried to get someone else. Sorry…"

Natalie groaned and placed her head in her hands. "God, just kill me now…"

The building was extremely quiet. It wasn't really that surprising since it was Saturday and everyone was home for the weekend. But Natalie didn't expect it to be so empty. The only other people that were in the room with her were the desk clerk and a couple of other patients. Natalie didn't want her parents to come with her because she decided she could handle it on her own. Stiles also offered to go, but she refused and told him to pick her up after the appointment though. She now regretted not letting him come along.

After four years, the place looked exactly the same. The walls were the ugliest beige color and the ratty forest green couches didn't do the room any justice either. Paintings of nature scenes hung on the walls. It was really bland and lifeless, which actually set the atmosphere of the place altogether. You would think that they would've updated the place a little over the years. The only thing that has changed was the desk clerk, who used to be a middle-aged and overweight woman with greying brown hair and chunky glasses. She had been replaced by a younger woman who looked like she should've been on the runway instead of a depressing counseling office.

Thank god she was there though because that Sheila woman was such a bitch.

"Natalie Henderson?"

And this is where the real fun begins. Natalie looked up at the blonde and blue-eyed woman who stood above her.

Caroline Maxwell. Where do you even begin with her? Caroline had been Natalie's therapist when she was twelve years old. The redhead was going through a depression stage when she was in middle school (like most kids did). Her parents took her to counseling to see what they could do to help Natalie get better. Did they think that they could heal her completely? No, but it was worth a try. Or so they thought.

Now, Natalie wasn't a hateful person. But she absolutely despised this woman. It wasn't like Caroline had no idea what she was doing. She was actually very good at getting into people's heads, which was where the real problem lied. Somehow, she had manipulated Natalie into thinking that everyone around- meaning her friends and family- was the reason why she was unhappy. Because of that, she had shut everyone out. Her parents finally got Natalie to talk to them and tell them what Caroline had told her. They took their daughter out of counseling right away and haven't looked back until today.

"My, my, look at you!" Caroline beamed, "You've grown up so much!" She gave Natalie a tight hug. It was like an anaconda trying to squeeze her to death. "And I love your hair. It's so feisty, just like you." She bumped their hips together.

"Uh, thank you…" Natalie said awkwardly.

"Please, come on in," Caroline said, stepping aside so Natalie could enter her office.

The girl walked in and internally laughed at the overly cheesy motivational posters on the wall. Her favorite had to be the one with the cat that said "Hang in there!" Caroline told her to sit down so Natalie plopped herself on the familiar white leather couch. It squeaked underneath her, making her cringe.

"So, Natalie," Caroline said, sitting across from her in a navy blue chair, "It's been a while since we last saw each other. How have you been?"

"You want me to answer that honestly?" Natalie said as she raised an eyebrow.

But Caroline just laughed it off. "I see you still have that same sassiness you were famous for."

"That's what happens when you hang out with Stiles Stilinski every day," Natalie replied.

"Oh yes, I remember him. He was one of your best friends along with that other boy. What was his name again?"

"Scott McCall."

The therapist snapped her fingers. "That's it! Are you still friends with them?"

"Yeah," Natalie answered, "Well, actually, Stiles and I are now dating?"

"Really? Well, isn't that something. Are you two doing well?" Natalie nodded her head. Caroline then smiled cheekily as she leaned in towards the teenager. "Between us girls, how far have you two gotten in your relationship? Have you gone all the way? You know, like, sex?"

"Whoa!" Natalie exclaimed, shaking her head, "I really don't think that's any of your business. Are you even allowed to ask me that?"

"If it helps us get down to what the real issue is, then yes, I feel that it is appropriate," Caroline said.

"I'm pretty sure my sex life isn't the problem here," Natalie stated, "And if you must know, no. Stiles and I have not had sex."

She watched as Caroline wrote something down on her notepad. Natalie never did understand why therapists always had those with them. What the hell did they need to take notes for anyway?

"Alright then," the woman continued, crossing her legs, "If that's not the problem, let's talk about what it really is. Why did your parents think that it was a good idea for you to come in here today?"

Natalie brought both her legs up so she could sit Indian-style. "They think that I've been going through depression again."

"And why's that?"

"I've been taking more of my medication than I'm supposed to," Natalie explained, "But it's only because I need the energy to go to school, play baseball, and do homework." She made sure to leave out the part where she's busy chasing after werewolves. "That may not seem like it's a lot, but that kind of stuff can make a teenager more stressed out than you think."

"Believe me, kid, all teenagers I've talked to tell me that," Caroline chuckled, "So you say that you need the pills to stay energized. Why do you feel that you need more than what you were prescribed? Were you having trouble staying awake before?"

"Kind of," Natalie admitted, "It's not like I've been feeling sick or anything, but I've been a lot more tired than usual lately. But I just have too much going on right now to take some time to rest."

"Well I can imagine feeling exhausted, going through not one but two traumatic experiences. That can wear a person out."

The redhead's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Beacon Hills is a small town, Natalie," Caroline said, "It's not hard to keep up with all of the news. You were in both attacks at the video store and the school. That's pretty scary. Especially considering the conditions you've had in the past like dealing with cancer. It's like you have a death wish."

"Funny," Natalie snorted, "My dad said the same thing. He claims that he doesn't think I'm suicidal, but we both know that I wouldn't be sitting here in front of you if he really did believe that. And it's not like I'm asking to get myself killed. I just happen to get caught in dangerous situations."

"Have you had suicidal thoughts, Natalie?"

"You mean other than right now?"

Caroline's face grew more serious. "You make jokes to hide the fact that everything's not all sunshine and rainbows. Like I said earlier, I have had many patients your age. I know how you kids are. I don't know every single detail that goes on in your life, but you've been in this room a lot of times for me to know that you put on a façade for your friends, family, and boyfriend daily. You're not as tough as you'd like to think you are, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. What is bad, however, is to keep everything all bottled up inside forever. The longer you don't say anything, the bigger the final breakdown will be. It's okay to admit that you're scared of something. That doesn't make you weak. And pill-popping doesn't make all of your problems go away. All it does is lead to addiction. In that case, we have a bigger problem in our hands here."

For some reason, Natalie was feeling even more pissed off than when she stepped foot into the room. She stood up. "Look, Ms. Maxwell-"

"You know you can call me Caroline."

"I'd rather not. You can spit all of this guru talk at me all you want, but we both know that it's complete bullshit. In case you've forgotten, I wouldn't talk to anyone for weeks because you planted it into my head that the world was my problem. Now you're telling me that I'm the one who needs to clean my act up. I have no problem in taking the blame for the things I'm responsible for, but you're the professional here. You can't change your mind on how you think the patient should view the world. Make a fucking decision."

"That was four years ago, Natalie," Caroline said calmly, "People's opinions and methods change as time goes by. And if you didn't have a problem in admitting what's wrong, we would be having a different conversation right now."

"And another thing," Natalie continued, pointing her finger at the therapist, "You think because I've had a few appointments here in the past, you know everything about me. Well, you don't. I'm not that same girl I was then. I didn't know anything about the real world. The only thing you've been right about so far is that you don't know what goes on in my life. Let me tell you something: the world is fucking terrifying. When I was younger, I thought the only way you could die was if you had some kind of illness that you could get medicine for to make it go away. No way did I ever think that whatever I thought didn't exist does and that it could just rip me out of the world if I'm not watching my back 24/7. You've read the papers. I've almost died twice in the past month. Twice! How long do you think it will take for whatever thing is out there to finally come get me and or the ones I love? I can't live without feeling that any of these days could be my last. I'm almost fucking sixteen years old! I shouldn't be thinking about death when I'm this young! And on top of that, I have to make sure that my friends and family are safe from all of the dangerous things that have going on in this town. That's a lot of fucking pressure to put on someone my age! So don't you dare tell me that it's okay to be afraid when you haven't been close to death as many times as I have. I don't have time to be afraid! I have to be awake and alive!"

Wow. Out of all of the possible scenarios, this was not how Natalie predicted things were going to turn out. The outburst had left both females completely speechless. Natalie was breathing very hard. Yelling took a lot more energy than she thought.

But what happened next was not what Natalie expected. Instead of kicking the teenager out of her office, Caroline smiled.

"I think you just figured out what your problem is," she said, "You're scared of death. The thought of dying freaks you out so much that you take pills so that way you won't die from falling asleep, which is when you're most vulnerable. You believe that the pills are the only things keeping you alive. What you don't know is that you're actually killing yourself by letting your fears and thoughts take over your life. What a shame."

Natalie shook her head, not wanting to listen to any of this nonsense anymore. She grabbed her purse and stormed out of the room. When she walked out of the building, she called Stiles and told him that she was ready for him to come pick her up. Stiles said that he would be right there. Just hearing her boyfriend's voice was starting to put her at ease.

Only five minutes later, the jeep pulled up to the curb. Scott had already climbed into the backseat so Natalie could sit up front. Without saying anything, she got in the car. The boys began to worry as she stared out the window.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked. Natalie shook her head. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I just wanna go back to your house if that's okay," Natalie replied softly.

Her boyfriend nodded his head. "Yeah. That's perfectly fine with me." He started the car back up and drove off.

After they dropped Scott off at his house, Stiles and Natalie drove in silence. She was not in the mood to talk and Stiles respected her wishes. But he laced his fingers with hers just to let her know that he was there for her. Natalie didn't acknowledge it vocally, but she squeezed his hands to know that she appreciated the gesture.

By the time they got to Stiles's house, the sun was beginning to set. He got out of the car first after he parked in the driveway so he could open his girlfriend's door for her. Right after she got out, Stiles pulled her to his chest. Her arms went around his waist and she rested her head on his chest. His chin sat on the top of her head as he stroked her hair.

"Whatever that woman said, don't let it get to you," Stiles said as he pressed his forehead against hers, "She's just a bitch who probably lives with a bunch of cats."

Natalie laughed lightly. "Yeah, I know." She dabbed away the tears that were forming at the corner of her eyes. "God, I'm such a girl. I hate it."

"Yeah, but you're my girl." Stiles kissed her forehead and took her hand. They walked inside his house where they saw his dad sitting at the kitchen table with papers scattering everywhere. "Hey, Dad."

The sheriff lifted his head up. "Oh hey, kid. Hey, Natalie. How've you been?"

"Hi, John," Natalie greeted, "I'm doing alright. And yourself?"

"Oh, you know," John sighed, "Just busy with all of this research."

"Yeah, I can tell," she chuckled.

"We're gonna go up in my room if you need us," Stiles told his dad, pulling his girlfriend towards the stairs.

"Alright, but leave the door open," John said, "I'm not gonna have any grandkids running around this house anytime soon."

Stiles rolled his eyes as he and Natalie walked up to his room. She lied down on his bed and curled up into his blankets.

"I'm gonna go talk to my dad for a little bit," Stiles told her, "I'll be right back. You gonna be okay?"

"Sure, it's no problem," Natalie said, "I'll be waiting here." Stiles nodded before walking out of the room.

While Stiles was downstairs with his dad, Natalie just stared up at the ceiling. Her fingers were joined together on top of her stomach. Faintly, she could hear the father and son converse with each other, but she couldn't make out what it was they were talking about. A sigh slipped past her lips as the day's events replayed in her head.

Stupid Caroline Maxwell. As if Natalie didn't hate the woman with a passion before. Now she could go rot in hell for all the redhead cared. All of these words the therapist spit out at Natalie were screwing with her mind. If only Caroline really knew what was really going on in Beacon Hills. Then she would understand the pressure Natalie was going through. And she even had the nerve to tell Natalie that she was a scared and suicidal teenager! What a load of bullshit! Just because Caroline had a PhD, that didn't mean she had all the answers. She can't just tell her that breaking down will solve all of her problems and make her life dandy.

But… what if she was right? Maybe Natalie really was afraid. Yes, she got scared both those nights at the school and video store. That was normal. Anyone would've cried and screamed if there was a murderer after them. However, most people wouldn't have been so terrified to die at any given time of day to the point where they have to physically force themselves to stay awake. In Natalie's defense, fearing death isn't an abnormal thing. Who wouldn't be afraid to die? But then again, who else would be afraid to the point where the thought controlled their lifestyle? And Caroline saying that by doing this, Natalie was actually killing herself was a bit overdramatic in the redhead's opinion.

She had probably been lying there for at least twenty minutes by the time Stiles came back. Not acknowledging his girlfriend, he sat down on his desk chair and rested his elbows on his knees. When Natalie got a good look at him, she noticed how distraught he looked. His eyes were closed and his lips were curved down into a slight frown. Natalie sat up on the bed.

"Hey."

"Oh my-" Stiles fell out of his chair. When he looked up at Natalie, he let out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were asleep."

Natalie shook her head. "Nope. My eyes have been open this whole time. Is something wrong?"

"What? No," Stiles said, "Everything's totally fine."

"Stiles…"

"Nat, I swear. There's nothing wrong."

"Are you really lying to me right now?" Natalie said, raising an eyebrow, "To the girl who has known you since you were in diapers?"

When he didn't respond, Natalie patted the spot next to her on the bed. With a sigh, Stiles got up to go sit down next to Natalie. He resumed his previous position.

"Umm, I may have given my dad a bit too much to drink and he got a little tipsy. You know how he gets when he's drunk. He tends to not have much of a filter. At one point he said that he missed talking to me." He rubbed the back of his neck. "And, umm… he said that he missed my mom."

Hearing that made Natalie's heart ache. Claudia's passing was extremely hard on the Stilinski men, especially Stiles. Natalie remembered those days when she would visit Stiles after school since he would be absent for a while. The loss of his mother was just way too painful for him. Neither of the males ever brought her up.

The redhead rubbed his back soothingly. "I'm sorry. I can't say that I understand how that must feel, but it must've been rough to hear that."

"It's fine," Stiles said, "It just kinda caught me off guard. And it made me think of how much I miss her, too."

"You know, she would've been proud of you and how great of a man you turned out to be."

"Yeah, you mean spastic and uncoordinated?"

"No," Natalie said, scooting closer to him, "I mean smart." She kissed Stiles's lips briefly. "Funny." Then his forehead. "Brave." Then his cheek. "Loyal." Then his jaw. "And so incredibly sexy." Finally, she reached his neck.

A breathy chuckle escaped Stiles's mouth. "Okay, now I know you're just joshing me." Then he felt Natalie suck on a sweet spot on his neck, making him moan. "God, stop tempting me, woman."

Smirking, Natalie pulled away from his neck. "And if I don't?"

"You really wanna know what will happen?"

"Enlighten me."

So Stiles pushed the redhead on her back and pinned her hands above her head. Well that was completely unexpected. But Natalie didn't have time to say anything about it before Stiles crashed their lips together. The boy wasted no time in heating things up as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Natalie moaned at the sensation. Her legs wrapped around his waist, which caused their hips to collide. Stiles began to places kisses down her face. When he reached her neck, he sucked hard on it so he would leave a hickey. He finally let go of Natalie's hands to start unbuttoning her flannel.

"Wait," Natalie breathed out, "What if your dad walks in on us?"

"He already passed out on the couch," Stiles told her, "And even if he does hear us, he'll most likely forget about it tomorrow."

"Fine, but if he catches us, I'm kicking your ass," Natalie threatened.

"That actually turns me on more than scares me, just to let you know."

Natalie rolled her eyes but let her boyfriend continue to undo the buttons on her shirt. When he finished, Stiles opened her flannel to reveal her skull-printed purple bra. It wasn't her sexiest lingerie, but Stiles still thought that it was totally hot, especially since the bra made her boobs look incredible. He immediately latched his lips onto the curve of her breast.

Grabbing the back of Stiles's head, Natalie mewled in pleasure. "Oooh... Oh!" Her hips bucked up into his when he bit down gently, leaving a dark purple bruise.

The sudden friction felt amazing for both teenagers. What really turned Natalie on was the growing bulge in Stiles's pants pressing against her jean-clad center. Loving the sound that came from his girlfriend, Stiles ground his hips down to hers. The redhead could feel her underwear dampening. It was almost uncomfortable and something needed to be done pronto. She whined when Stiles stopped grinding on her, missing that feeling of his erection pressing against her aching sex. But then Natalie felt Stiles pop the button of her jeans open and pull the zipper down.

Her heart pounded madly against her chest. While knowing what Stiles was going to do next made Natalie a bit nervous, a bigger part of her anticipated for him to make the next move. Whenever she was able to actually go to sleep, she would usually have dreams about similar scenarios like this. Every morning, Natalie would wake up slick with sweat and feeling unsatisfied. This was something she had been waiting for long before she and Stiles were dating. And now it was finally happening. It was so surreal.

Stiles reached down the front of Natalie's pants and rubbed her through her underwear. She let out a broken moan and rolled her hips up to create the most delicious friction she had ever experienced. It was enough to make her underwear totally soaked.

"Jesus, Natalie," Stiles said in amazement, continuing his actions, "I can't believe how wet you are."

The only response he got was a sultry moan. After rubbing for a good half a minute, Stiles pulled his hand away. Natalie's eyes snapped open at the loss of contact.

"No!" she cried, "Why'd you stop?"

Instead of answering, Stiles hooked his fingers in her jeans and tugged them down her toned legs so he could have more room. After tossing the article of clothing on the floor, he took a good look at the girl lying beneath him. The underwear Natalie wore was black, but it was easy to tell how soaked they were. It actually made Stiles feel a little proud of himself. He was nowhere near done pleasing his girlfriend so he slid his hand into her underwear, lightly grazing his fingers over her clit.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat at the touch. "Oh my god!" Natalie moaned, "Fuck..." Then she felt his fingers stroke her folds up and down, spreading her wetness. Just the gentlest touch could make her spine tingle. It was such a mind-blowing feeling.

Nothing was hotter to Stiles than seeing his girlfriend writhe in ecstasy underneath him. To know that he was the one making her feel this way made him feel like he was on top of the world. It even made him impossibly harder and it was actually kind of painful. But this wasn't about him at the moment. Deciding to kick things up a notch, Stiles slid a finger inside her. Natalie gasped at the sudden intrusion. It was a tad uncomfortable at first, but once he started moving his finger in and out of her, she was on cloud nine.

Stiles started out slow to let Natalie adjust to his finger, but once she started rolling her hips to meet with his thrusts, he pumped his finger in a slightly fast but steady rhythm. Natalie tried to hold back her moans so the sheriff wouldn't hear her, but she couldn't help herself. This just felt way too damn good! Especially when Stiles leaned back down to kiss her neck again.

"Faster," Natalie panted.

Her boyfriend's head snapped back up to look at her with wide eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Natalie nodded, "Please, just go faster. Ah! Oh, god..."

Giving in to her, Stiles fingered the girl faster. Natalie's head lolled back into his pillow and her eyes squeezed shut. Her plush bottom lip was caught in between her teeth, which had to be one of the most erotic things Stiles had ever laid eyes on. Another finger was added, doubling the pleasure. When those fingers curled up and hit her g-spot, he swore that Natalie was going to lose it. It seemed like she was about to really soon, especially with the way Stiles's palm smacked her clit as his fingers pounded into her.

"Shit, Stiles!" she whimpered, "I'm so close!"

"Cum for me, baby," Stiles urged, "God, I could watch you like this all day. You're so fuckin' beautiful. Just let yourself go and cum for me."

At Stiles's words, Natalie let out a cry as she came. He continued to move his fingers inside her through the very first orgasm she had ever experienced. It was such powerful feeling. No wonder why people liked sex so much, especially if the outcome was so blissful. Her whole body shuddered as she came down from her high. Once the euphoria finally subsided, Stiles slid his fingers out of her to see them covered in her essence. He wiped them on his jeans as he watched her chest heave up and down.

"Well, that was something," Stiles said.

"Yeah," Natalie chuckled lightly, "Wow..." Then she noticed the package her boyfriend was sporting in his jeans. "You want me to take care of that for you?"

"Huh?" Stiles looked down at himself. "Oh! Umm, you don't have to if you don't want to."

The redhead scoffed. "I am not leaving you hanging like that. Especially when you just gave me an amazing orgasm. Come here."

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down next to her. Not giving him time to think, Natalie straddled his thighs and pushed his chest so he was fully lying down. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it out through the loops of his jeans. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Her hand rubbed against his bulge through his boxers and he groaned. Natalie pulled down both Stiles's jeans and boxers just a little. His hard member sprung out and stood proudly in front of Natalie.

"Wow," she said, staring wide-eyed at her boyfriend's member. It wasn't huge, just probably a couple of inches above average. But Natalie was still impressed. "You've been holding back on me."

"Yeah, well, I would've showed you earlier, but you know," Stiles joked with red-tinted cheeks, "Werewolves got in the way."

Natalie chuckled as she rubbed her hands up and down Stiles's thighs. Seeing her boyfriend squirm from her teasing touch made her feel so wicked, but she loved it. Poor boy looked like he was going to explode from the lack of attention. The redhead finally decided to stop messing with him so she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She started moving her hand up and down the length slowly, which drove Stiles crazy.

"Oh, god," he gasped, "Damn, that feels good."

That actually surprised Natalie. This was her first time doing anything like this so she thought that she was going to be terrible. But Stiles seemed to be enjoying the treatment so that made her feel more confident. As Natalie continued to jerk him off, her free hand was slowly rubbing his thigh. Her fingers danced towards the inside of his thigh and it was affecting Stiles greatly. He draped his arm across his forehead and breathed heavily. Pre-cum leaked from the tip so Natalie smeared it around with her thumb.

When his girlfriend pumped her hand around his shaft faster, Stiles knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He opened his eyes to look at Natalie. All of her focus was on his dick and the way she bit down on her bottom lip made her seem like she was concentrating hard on making sure Stiles got off. She was succeeding if you asked him. Then the hand that wasn't around his dick cradled his balls, making his face flush.

"Nat, stop, stop, stop!" he warned as he felt his orgasm near, "I think I'm gonna cum!"

But that just encouraged Natalie to pumped him even faster. Just a few more strokes was all it took for Stiles to find his release.

"Oh, fuck! Natalie!"

His thick white cum shot out in thick strands on her hand and his jeans. They were most likely going to be stained, but Stiles wasn't thinking about that as his body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm. Natalie's strokes slowed down as she watched her boyfriend tried to catch his breath. She stopped when it looked like he had enough. Reaching over him, she grabbed some tissues and wiped the cum off of his shaft, jeans, and her hand. She then threw the soiled tissues in the waste basket and tucked Stiles back in his boxers.

The goofiest smile stretched across his face. "Holy shit," he breathed, "Natalie Henderson just gave me a hand job. That was awesome! So much better than doing it myself!"

"Glad to know that I could be of service," Natalie laughed, "And for your first time pleasing a girl, you weren't so bad yourself."

"Thank you for those kind words, babe," Stiles said sarcastically.

"Anytime." Natalie propped herself on her elbows and connected their lips. One of Stiles's hands cradled her face as he returned the kiss.

Just then, his phone rang. Groaning, Stiles reached towards his nightstand to grab his phone. He pressed the Answer button and held the device up to his ear.

"Hey, Scott, now's not really a good time-" He paused to let Scott speak. As he explained what was going on, Stiles's eyes widened and he sat up. "Wait, are you serious? Right now? ... Yeah, I think I have an idea... Nat and I will go find her right now."

After Stiles hung up, he got up off the bed and searched for a new pair of jeans. "What's going on with Scott?" Natalie asked.

"Peter took his mom out on a date," Stiles told her.

"What?!"

"And now Scott's afraid that Peter's going to either bite her or kill her." Stiles picked up Natalie's jeans and tossed them to her. "Get dressed so we can go find them."

They both straightened themselves up as quickly as they could before they bolted out of the house and into Stiles's jeep. He drove around town until they found Peter's car parked alongside of the road. So far, it didn't look like Peter was going to hurt her, but they didn't want to take any chances.

"So what's the master plan here, Stiles?" Natalie asked.

A determined expression took over his face. "Watch me." He started his car back up and hit the front of his car with the back of Peter's.

The back of Natalie's head collided with her seat. "Ow!" She glared at her boyfriend. "Seriously? That was your brilliant idea?!"

"Uh, sorry?" Stiles said. Natalie punched his arm and he whined in pain.

Melissa got out of Peter's car with an angry look on her face. She marched towards the jeep as the young couple got out. "Stiles! Natalie!"

"Mrs. McCall?" Stiles said as if he wasn't expecting to see her there.

"Yes!"

Natalie waved nervously. "Hey, Mama McCall..."

Said woman rolled her eyes. "Hi, Natalie."

"Wow, this is... this is just crazy," Stiles said, "What a coincidence, huh?" The older McCall faked a laugh. "I mean, I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere!" Melissa exclaimed, "We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that?" Stiles chuckled, "I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing."

"I don't think that's necessary," Peter spoke up for the first time.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash."

"Whiplash?" Melissa scoffed, "You hit us!"

Stiles rubbed the back of his neck like he was in pain. "I don't know. There's definitely something wrong with my neck."

"Oh, there's something wrong with your neck?" Natalie yelled with her hand still on the back of her head, "Your head didn't bang on the seat like a freakin' drum!"

"Do you need me to take a look at it, Natalie?" Melissa asked, going into Mama Bear mode.

"No, it's fine," the redhead assured her, "We're sorry for the little inconvenience. We're gonna leave now." She grabbed Stiles's arm and dragged him back to the jeep. "I give you a hand job and this is how you repay me?"

"I love you," Stiles said sheepishly.

"Bite me."

"When? Ow!"

Oh, god... yep... that really happened. Wow, I'm seriously blushing right now. I've only written anything considered smut, like, twice before so I am so sorry if it came out awful. But I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter overall. PLEASE review and let me know what you think! My reviews have been declining again and it makes me sad so PLEASE leave your thoughts if you want me to continue! Also, I updated my IsaacxOC story Scars a few days ago so if you haven't, go check it out and send it some love and feedback! Only a couple more chapters (or one, depending if I wanna combine the next two episodes or not) until season two, which means I'm gonna be posting the DerekxOC story No One Else really soon! I'm so freakin' excited! If you're excited also and want me to update faster, send some feedback to keep me motivated!

I will most definitely update soon! I love you guys! xoxo, Maddie :)