A/N: Here's another chapter for ya! :) I was watching Never Been Kissed last night and it inspired this. I know the chapters are short, but I just don't have the time for anything longer. I have multiple ongoing stories to keep up. If you read, please review.

Love,
Anneryn

Summary: Stiles is watching a romantic comedy on TV and it comes to Peter's attention that Stiles has never been kissed. He wants to remedy that for him.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Six:

"How can you watch this?" Peter asked me, as he stretched out on my couch, next to me. I looked over at him in annoyance.

"Drew Barrymore is hilarious and you weren't invited. You don't have to watch this with me." I told him, pointedly, as I shoved a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

"I find it hard to believe that a twenty-five year-old woman has never been kissed. It's ludicrous." He sighed, like he was too smart to be caught dead watching a movie like this.

"You weren't invited." I reminded him, again. "Feel free to leave, so I can finish watching this in peace."

"Stiles," he purred. My head whipped towards his direction and I stared at him. His scowl in annoyance has turned into something completely primal. "Your heart sped up when I said it was hard to believe that she had never been kissed. Is that something that the two of you have in common? If it is, you should know that you're far too pretty to have never been kissed." He breathed as he crept closer to me. My breath hitched and I didn't deny his theory.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Yes, what, Stiles?" He purred, again. "Have you ever been kissed before?" He asked me. I shook my head, slowly. "Would you like to be?"

"As long as you stop insulting my movie choices," I choked out. Peter didn't look fazed. He's getting closer and I'm not sure I really remember how to breathe.

"I'll consider it." He sort of agrees. "Right now, I'd like to kiss those pretty lips of yours." He breathes. I feel his breath on my face. His lips are hovering over mine now and I really want him to just kiss me already.

"Stop calling me pretty." I said before I could stop myself.

"But you are, Stiles, if only you knew just how much…" He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided against it. He touched his lips to mine and it was everything and nothing like I thought it would be. I didn't expect my first kiss ever to be with Peter. I felt his facial hair rub against my skin and his unnaturally soft lips pressing against my mouth. I groaned and he slipped his tongue through my parted lips. He pressed his body against me and I fisted his shirt. He let his hands wander and he rubbed my sides. I stayed in the kiss for as long as my lungs would allow. I broke away and panted for breath. He just moved his lips against my jaw and then my neck.

"God, Peter, you shouldn't be that good at this." I whimpered.

"I love it when you say my name." He mused, before claiming my lips with his own, again.

"Hey Stiles, your dad wants to know if you can bring him dinner, or he's going to get the greasiest burger he can find. I don't think he's bluffing, but I think he and my mom totally have something going on, because I caught them… Whoa. You and Peter?!" Scott said from behind the couch. I whipped away from Peter, but he kept his hands firmly attached to me.

"Oh, hey, big guy," I breathed. Peter just smirked and gave a small shrug.

"Who could resist such a pretty face?" Peter asked like it explained everything.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not pretty!"