Background: Derek takes Stiles' jeep, without permission and trashes it, while fighting Beacon Hills' current big bad villain. Derek bails on fixing Stiles' baby. So, Peter comes to the rescue, instead.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Nine:
"Derek, I swear to God, if you don't get your werewolf ass over here and fix my jeep, I will take a mountain of mistletoe and shove it up your ass!" I huffed into my phone.
"Don't threaten me, Stiles. Look, I got called out of town, but Peter will be there to fix it. Okay? I'm sorry about your jeep. I honestly didn't think that it would get damaged, when I took it." He apologized.
"You owe me, big time. Peter fixing my baby, doesn't let you off the hook." I warned him, before hanging up the phone.
"You'd think by now, that I'd have gotten used to cleaning up after my nephew." Peter said from behind me. I jumped and dropped my phone.
"Why don't any of your werewolves know how to knock? Way to give me a heart attack!" I rounded on him. Peter just looked amused.
"Derek was rather insistent on me coming over here to fix your jeep." Peter replied flatly, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"She's outside." I told him, gesturing to the now open window.
"But you're in here and you, darling boy, are a much better sight to see." Peter smirked. I gaped at him and took a step backwards. Peter just moved closer towards me.
"B-but you're here to fix my baby," I protested. His smirk just grew.
"I'm here to fix something." He replied. I felt heat rising to my face.
"My jeep," I squeaked, desperate to change the subject.
"You seem disappointed that I'm here in Derek's place. Do you have a thing for him, sweetheart?" Peter purred, his mouth brushing against my ear and moving uncomfortably close to me. I can't think straight with him this close to me. I know that if I don't find a way out of this soon, that he'll smell the arousal on me.
"N-no," I stammered. Peter gave me a predatory smile.
"Good, because I'll have you know that I look much better than him, with my shirt off." He breathed. Before I could begin to process what was happening, Peter stripped out of his shirt and pushed me onto my bed.
"God, Peter," I groaned, as he felt me up. He left a trail of rough kisses from my neck to my navel. He bit down on my abdomen, gently. My hips bucked, involuntarily.
"Patience, sweetheart, don't you know that good things happen to those who wait?" He teased. I looked up at him, flushed. "Besides, your father just pulled up and we wouldn't want him to interrupt our fun; now would we?" His lips latched onto my mine and I forgot how to breathe. It became impossible to concentrate on anything that wasn't Peter. He bit down on my lip, before thrusting his tongue into my eagerly awaiting mouth. As quickly as it started, it came to a stop. Peter moved off of me and left me a panting wreck. He stood up, gracefully, and pulled his shirt back on. "I'd love to finish this, but I have a jeep to tend to. You should know that you've never looked prettier, than you do, right now." He winked.
"I'm not pretty!" I yelled, as he hopped out the window.
"Meet me outside, when you're decent." He called in response. I huffed and willed my painful erection to go away. Yeah, this'll be fun.