Background: Peter catches Stiles staring at him and decided to do something about it.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Twelve:
I sat watching Peter, shamelessly. Had he always been this good-looking, or is this a new development? Just everything about him…. Oh, my God….
"Is there some reason that you've been staring at me, for the past twenty minutes, Stiles?" Peter's soft voice filled my ears and my heart raced. I knew that I had been caught. I also knew that I had absolutely no excuse to give him.
"Oh, was I?" I chuckled, nervously. "Well, look at the time… I should really be going." I tried to excuse myself. Peter was in front of me, before I could blink.
"Stiles, we both know that lying isn't one of your strong-suits. If you wanted my attention, all you had to was ask, pet." He purred. I gulped and hoped that he wouldn't pick up on how aroused I was. "You smell positively sinful." He breathed, as he closed the distance between us.
"Um…" I tried and dialed to think of something to say. He had left me positively speechless. Well, shit.
"Cat got your tongue?" He taunted me. I didn't say anything. "Or wolf perhaps?" He mused, before pressing his lips to mine. I groaned against him. He backed me up against the wall and reached behind me to grab around my ass. "Wrap your legs around me, kitten." He breathed, before deepening the kiss. I did as he asked. He rolled his hips against mine.
"If you're going to fuck Stiles, at least get a room." Erica's voice made me jump.
"Don't mind if we do."