Summary: Stiles and Peter are stuck in the train station, with no leads on getting out. Peter comes up with a way to pass the time.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Eighteen:

"Are you seriously going to just sit there, while we're trapped here?!" I snapped at Peter. His smirk deepened.

"What would you have me do? We've ransacked this place. WE aren't' getting anywhere. Taking a break won't hurt anyone." He mused. I huffed in frustration.

"You're impossible. Of course, I'd get stuck here with you. Do you even care, if we get out of here?" I asked him.

"Of course, I care, Stiles. It's just not at the top of my priority list, right now. Have you seen yourself? I've wanted you and you're finally legal." He purred. It felt like my throat dropped to my stomach. Homicidal zombie-wolf say what?!

"What, seriously? You decided that now is the time that you're going to try to get into my pants?!" I said, exasperated. He nodded and took a step towards me. Well, shit.

"It's as good a time as any. Besides, it's not like anyone here will notice. I've always wondered what your mouth could do." Peter's confession went straight to my groin. I knew that my heart was beating on overdrive, but I couldn't stop it. Peter Hale wanted me, and fuck, I wanted him, too.

"This is such a bad idea." I all-but-whined. As soon as the words left my mouth, Peter was on me. He wasn't a novice, by any means. Peter definitely knew what he was doing. I was giving in and I didn't even feel bad about it.

"You'll love it." Peter promised, with a seductive purr. I had no doubt that I would. I already did. I did my best to keep up, but I was nowhere as experienced as he was, not that he seemed to mind taking the lead. If anything, you'd think he relished in it. Peter seems like the type to get off on being dominant.

Peter kissed me, like he was trying to devour me whole. I felt like there wasn't a part of me that he couldn't see. He made me feel vulnerable in a way that I couldn't put into words. It was exhilarating and intimidating in equal measure. I didn't want him to stop.

I felt the energy in the room surge, as I pulled away. The lights flickered and I knew we weren't alone. Someone, or something, was coming.

"This isn't over, Sweetheart." Peter breathed. I looked at him and he looked as wrecked as I felt.

"I'm counting on that."