Summary: Stiles is letting Peter crash with him, because werewolves are being targeted. He and Peter are researching ways to stop the big bad. Peter would rather focus on Stiles, instead.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.
Chapter Seventeen:
"Peter, stop staring at me. You've been watching me, since you got here. I'm only letting you stay here as a courtesy to Derek… But you're starting to creep me out. I'm sure that Deaton will let you stay with him, if you needed another option." I lamented, as the word vomit fell from my mouth.
"I'm not staring at you, because I have a problem with you, young one. It's quite the opposite, actually. It's been all I can do just to keep my hands off of you, sweetheart." He mused, with a wicked smirk on his lips.
"Wh-what?" I stammered. I'm not sure what I expected him to say, but it definitely wasn't that.
"I would repeat myself for you, but I know that you heard me just fine, Stiles." Peter purred. I gulped and tried to ignore the blush creeping into my cheeks. He moved closer to me and it became harder to act like he didn't affect me. "Can you honestly tell me that it's one-sided, kitten?" He pressed as his hands caressed my hips and he began to nuzzle my neck. Sure, I've thought about Peter before – who hasn't? I'm a teenager with raging hormones. Sue me.
"I have." I admitted, before I could full process what I was doing. Peter seemed to take my words as permission, because his hands started roaming. I tried to swallow the noises coming from my mouth, but they slipped out.
"Are you alright with this, Stiles?" Peter asked me, pausing his actions, with surprising reluctance. I nodded hurriedly and tried not to think of any possible consequences of hooking up with Peter. He's the first actual person to show any real interest in me. And if I'm okay with what's happening and I'm interested in him, too, then what's the harm?
"Yes… but we should take it slow." I told him.
"I'm good with slow." He assured me, before finally pressing his lips to mine. I tried to memorize the feeling, as I moaned against him. My body sang and all I could focus on, was Peter and how good his lips feel.
"Stiles, Scott wants to run something by you. I told that he needs to get better at strategizing and he agreed. He said you'd be necessary, if we weren't trying to be killed." Allison's voice pulled me out of my reverie with Peter. I broke the kiss and stared at him, panting. He didn't move his hands from my backside. "Oh, I didn't realizes I was interrupting something. Show I give you a minute?"
"Yes, thank you." Peter answered for us both.
"That was…" I struggled to form actual words.
"Unfinished, but we'll finish later. I look forward to taking my time with getting to know you, Stiles."