Chapter Two: Romantic Honeymoon
Paris was going to be amazing. They were on the plane right now. Scott was the only one awake, Stiles had fallen asleep as soon as the plane was in the air. Scott looked at Stiles, whose head was rested on his shoulder. Scott couldn't help but smile at him. Stiles was exhausted, they had boarded the plane late, after the reception. Stiles had been the life of the party at the reception, and Scott wasn't a bit surprised he was asleep now. Plus, he'd had a LOT of champagne, since it was a celebration, Melissa and Noah had let them consume alcohol. Scott hadn't drank as much as Stiles, he hadn't wanted to fall asleep on the plane. He'd never been anywhere on a plane, and neither had Stiles.
Now they were on their way to Paris. They had enough money to be here for two weeks. Scott had been saving for a couple of years, and so had Stiles. They also received a very large wedding present of several thousand dollars from Allison's father. They were saving a lot of that for college, but at least half had been allotted for Paris. They'd tried to tell him it was too much, but he had insisted. Scott thought maybe it was because he felt guilty he couldn't attend the wedding, he'd been out of the country on business. He was an arms dealer, and Scott didn't even know what most of that entailed.
Scott reached for his Coke, and that woke his husband. Husband. Scott was married. He still couldn't believe it. "Stiles, babe, go back to sleep." He told him, turning to look at Stiles, who was wiping drool off his chin. "I didn't mean to wake you up, bae." He told him, watching as Stiles yawned and rubbed his eyes. "You've only been asleep a couple of hours, baby." Scott told him, as Stiles reached for Scott's Coke and took a drink.
Stiles set it back down, keeping his eyes on Scott. "I'm fine, Scotty, don't worry so much." He said, yawning again. Stiles was starving. "I hope a flight attendant comes by, I am starving and I need to eat." He said, snuggling back up to Scott, sliding his arm through his husband's and laying his head on Scott's shoulder. "I can't believe I'm on a plane with you headed to Paris." Stiles' tone was in awe. He had never left California, let alone the country.
He turned his head and took a deep sniff of Scott's neck. It smelled like home to him. Axe body spray, vanilla, which Stiles had never been able to figure out, and fabric softener. Whenever Stiles smelled that, it was like going home. He pulled his head out of his neck and then laid it back on Scott's shoulder. "No matter where we are, I'm home." He murmured, feeling Scott kiss the top of his head. "I can't wait to get to the hotel, and get you on those thousand thread count sheets." Stiles had been dreaming about it for weeks. He was going to tie him to the bed and have his way with him.
Stiles still couldn't believe that Argent had given them all this money. They hadn't told anyone, they hadn't wanted Melissa to feel like what she'd given them hadn't been enough. Stiles didn't know how she could really feel that though, she had given them a place to stay till they could move. Stiles' fingers were moving along Scott's arm, he loved touching Scott's bare skin. It was like crack. Stiles traced circles on Scott's soft olive skin. Then he cleared his throat. He wanted to ask him how he was doing about Rafe. Stiles knew it was probably a bad idea, but they hadn't talked about it and Stiles didn't want Scott to have a freakout when they got to the hotel.
"Scotty, are you okay?" He asked, still stroking Scott's arm. He felt his husband stiffen against him. "I know you don't want to talk about it, baby, but we have to. It wouldn't be a good idea to hold it all in."
That was the last thing Scott wanted to talk about while they were on the plane to their honeymoon. Scott didn't know what the answer was. He didn't want to talk about how he was feeling. It wasn't exactly good, he was trying not to think about it. Scott's chin was trembling. He was trying to fight the tears. Scott sniffled, and Stiles lifted his head to look at him then. Scott wiped tears off his cheeks. "I'm not okay. I don't know what to do. I can't…." Scott couldn't even get the words out. He didn't know that he could get through this without crying.
"I can't…. I can't believe he had the audacity to come to the wedding." Scott managed, and Stiles pulled him close, and Scott was glad they were sitting alone. Scott buried his head in Stiles' chest, sniffling some more. "He… he knows what he did. And he came anyway." Scott wondered again if he should have pressed charges. Scott thought that he should have, it might have actually been a good idea. Scott just…. He hadn't been able to do that to his mother. He didn't want to ruin his mother's view of Rafe, and it was bad enough as it was.
Taking a deep breath, Scott said, "I don't think I'm going to freak out in the hotel room, bae." Scott honestly didn't think he was. He didn't want to, but he also wasn't sure what Stiles had planned for the hotel room. Stiles had told him that he had a surprise for him. Scott wasn't sure if he was going to freak out or not depending on the surprise. Although Stiles knew what he had been through, so he wouldn't do something that would make Scott freak out. At least, not on purpose.
Stiles rubbed Scott's back. A few people were looking, and Stiles gave them a glare. "You got a problem with me comforting my husband?" He snapped at an older lady, and she looked away in shame. Stiles let Scott cry on his shoulder, and he said soothingly, "Scott, if when we get back you want to press charges, you still have time. There's a certain amount of years you have after you turn 18 that you have to charge your parents with things they did to you." Stiles didn't know how he could get through that, but if Scott wanted to, he would help him. Stiles didn't want Scott to hurt anymore, and he would do whatever he had to to make that happen. He didn't know if Scott was going to want to press charges, but he almost hoped that he would. Stiles really wanted Rafe to suffer.
"You are never going to be hurt by him again, Scotty, I promise." He told him, stroking Scott's back. A flight attendant stopped by then, and Stiles asked, "Can we get some peanuts and more Coke, please?" He did his best to convey that he had the situation under control, so she wouldn't ask if Scott was okay. He really didn't want to have to explain anything to anyone. "And actually, a turkey sandwich would be great, I'm starving." He added, and she nodded, and headed off to get what he'd asked for. Stiles traced circles on Scott's back. "It's gonna be okay, Scotty. I'll do whatever I have to do to make sure you're safe."
Stiles pressed a kiss to the top of Scott's head. "I promise, it's gonna be okay. You are my husband now and I will never let anything happen to you."
Lifting his head, Scott looked into Stiles' eyes. "You think I should press charges?" He asked, and when Stiles hesitated, Scott said, "Tell me the truth, Stiles. I don't want to hear what you think I want to hear. I want to know what you really think." He said. When Stiles nodded, Scott let out a breath. He hadn't ever really considered what he would do if he actually pressed charges. If he did that, he'd have to tell Melissa what Rafe had done. He knew that she'd want to kill him. "If I do, then I have to tell Ma. And then she'll try and kill him." Scott closed his eyes, and clutched onto Stiles tighter.
Ten years ago
Scott was so excited to get home from school. He had gotten an A on his book report. He'd read his first chapter book. "Ma! I got an A!" He called out as he hurried in the door. It was a Friday night, too, and Stiles was going to spend the night. Scott came to a skidding halt when he saw his father sitting on the couch. "Oh, hi, Dad." He said slowly, his dad was holding the belt. The one that he used to hit Scott. Scott wished he knew what he'd done that the belt was out. He always tried to do the best he could so that the belt wouldn't come out. He always knew how to hit him so that Melissa wouldn't know. But he was an FBI agent.
"Um, I gotta go clean up my room a little, Stiles is coming over." Scott said, adjusting his backpack a bit.
Rafe snapped the belt. "Scott, I told you to put away your bike. You left it in the yard, and it rained today. It's going to rust, and I'm not going to buy you another fucking bike." He said, and gave Scott a look. It meant to get over to him, so he didn't have to chase Scott around the house. Sometimes Scott did try to run. "Don't try and run, Scott James, or you're going to get it double."
That made Scott's face turn white, the double was never good. That was when the touching started. Scott didn't want the touching to start. His father ordered him over to him, and told him to take off his shirt. Scott knew not to cry, it was just going to make him hit Scott harder. Scott moved over, taking off his shirt, and hesitated before he moved to get over Rafe's knee. That was where he messed up. Rafe grabbed him roughly and pushed him over his lap, and started slapping the belt across Scott's back. He already had some scars that were healing.
"For the hesitation, you're getting it double." Rafe snapped, and Scott could feel the tears coming. He tried to keep them back, and closed his eyes and tried to think of other things as the touching started. He always tried to pretend that he was with Stiles and they were playing video games. The belt snapping didn't last as long as the touching, and Scott almost wished he was still getting hit. He just hoped he wasn't going to have to touch Rafe. It thankfully didn't last much longer than that, and Rafe said, "Go clean up your room, and if it's not spotless I'm calling Noah and telling him Stiles can't spend the night."
His gaze dared Scott to say a word. Scott wanted to protest, because Melissa had already said he could, and Noah was going to be at the hospital all night long with Claudia. Scott didn't want to get hit or touched again, so he nodded and grabbed his bookbag and shirt, and ran for his bedroom. Scott let himself cry as soon as he reached the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Scott wished he had a cell phone, he'd text Stiles. Scott moved to the bathroom, trying to see if he was bleeding. Thankfully, he wasn't. He just wished that he didn't have to worry about his mom seeing his scars or not.
Scott was jolted back to the present by Stiles kissing him softly. "It's okay, Scotty." Scott was crying, and the flight attendant had come back, and she handed Stiles the things he'd asked for, and an ice cream sundae. Stiles looked at her. Scott sniffled and turned to look at her too. "It's on the house, when I'm upset ice cream always makes me feel better. Did something happen? Do you need me to get the air marshall?" She asked.
Scott shook his head. "No, it's okay. It's stuff that happened awhile ago. Thanks though." He said, and shared a look with her, and she nodded and told them that if they needed anything else, to just ask for Jackie. Scott thanked her again and accepted the tissues Stiles handed him, blowing his nose and then wiping his eyes. He looked at Stiles. "I was remembering one of the times he hurt me. It was one Friday when you were supposed to spend the night 'cause Dad was in the hospital with Claudia." He had started calling Noah 'Dad' after the wedding, Noah had insisted, because he knew that there was something between Rafe and Scott that no one would talk about.
Taking a bite of the ice cream, he was quiet as he said, "I never told you. It was the day Claudia… it was the day she…" Scott broke off, and Stiles knew what he meant. "I didn't want to ruin the evening, 'cause I knew that Claudia was so sick." Even at eight, Scott had been sensitive. "Remember how I didn't lean up against anything? And I made us sleep with the light on?" Scott hadn't ever been scared of the dark, but if the light was on, he could see if Rafe was going to come into his room in the middle of the night. "He beat me and touched me because I left my bike out." Scott was quiet then, eating the ice cream. Stiles wrapped his arm around Scott's shoulders. Scott offered Stiles a bite, and watched him swallow. "It was the last night it happened, because not long after that was when Ma threw him out. She never told me why, but I think something happened with me and him. Something that was because he was drunk."
Stiles knew that it wasn't what normally happened, because if it had been, Rafe would have been arrested. Or dead. Melissa wouldn't have stood for him hurting Scott the way he did. Stiles didn't remember that it had stopped on the night that his mom had died, but he supposed that that night was going to bring them closer, because it had been a horrific night for both of them. Stiles accepted another bite of ice cream. "Scotty, you know that I'll accept whatever you want. If you want to just let it go, we'll do that. But if you want to press charges, then we'll do that."
It was hard for Stiles to not kill Rafe. Scott hadn't told him about the abuse until they'd started dating. Stiles had seen some scars on Scott's back, they were permanent ones. It was amazing that he'd never seen them before. Scott had told Melissa they were from a lacrosse game, and she had believed him. Stiles was of the mind that she had wanted to believe that. Stiles opened up his turkey sandwich. Stiles took a bite and then looked at Scott. "I think you should press charges, but you know that I'll accept whatever you want to do. And I know what happened with you and Rafe that night. Melissa asked me never to tell you."
That made Scott look at his husband with a sharp look. "Why did you listen to her?" He asked, he wasn't angry, but he really thought that Stiles would have told him. Stiles had a penchant for breaking rules. Scott kept his gaze on Stiles. "Tell me what happened, Stiles. I don't remember what happened and I want to know." Scott kept his gaze on Stiles, waiting for him to speak. He honestly didn't remember and he really wanted to know if it was something he should throw in if he pressed charges.
Stiles' jaw was set as he said, "He was drunk, he came home from the bar, and it was dinner time. You were coming down the stairs, Melissa had called you to come to the table. He got angry at you for something, Melissa said it was hard to tell because his words were slurred, but he grabbed you, and shook you so hard, and you fell. You hit your head on the floor by the stairs. You have a scar, you got a pretty big knot and after Melissa told him to leave, she took you to the hospital." Stiles' voice got quiet, and Scott looked at him harder. "I'm sorry…. It's just… you were in a coma for three days."
His husband's eyes rose to his hairline. "Melissa told you when you woke up that you'd had a stomachache, and you'd needed to see the doctors. You believed her 'cause she's your mom. She managed to make everyone not worry about anything by telling them that you fell on the rug and banged your head. Since she worked there, they believed her." Stiles brushed his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry that I never told you. I just, I knew that Melissa wanted you to believe what she'd told you. And I didn't see the point in telling you, in case you got upset. She didn't tell me until a couple of years ago, I had found the scar on your head when I was washing your hair one time, and I asked you about it and you didn't know how it got there. For you, that was the end of it. But I asked Melissa about it."
Now that Stiles said that, Scott remembered him asking about the scar. Scott was glad that he knew what it was now. "How come Ma never called the police?" He wondered. Scott set down the empty ice cream container and turned Stiles so he was facing Scott. Stiles' eyes were misty. Scott fell even more in love with him, and he didn't think that was possible. Stiles was upset that Rafe had hurt Scott like that. Scott wiped a tear off Stiles' cheek. "I love you, I love you so much." Scott said, he didn't have to tell Stiles why, it didn't need to be said. They could have conversations without speaking. It was something they'd perfected in the third grade. Scott kissed him, softly.
"I couldn't have married a better man." Scott said, leaning his forehead against Stiles'. This was when the old woman that Stiles had yelled at leaned across the aisle. "Can you two hold it on the displays of public affection?" She asked, a bite in her voice. Scott and Stiles shared a look, and Scott turned to look at her. "Would you say that if it was a man and a woman?" He asked, but before she could reply, he said, "Let me answer for you. You wouldn't. Stiles is my husband, and we're on our way for our honeymoon. We are going to kiss and hold hands and whatever else we want that is acceptable because we're in love." Scott told her, his tone angry. "We are two men, and we're in a relationship. Get over it. It's 2017."
This seemed to shut her up, and Scott turned back to Stiles. "I'm sorry, if that bothered you." He laughed when he saw the smile on Stiles' face, and he leaned over to kiss Scott deeply, slipping his tongue in Scott's mouth. Scott kissed him back, his fingers moving in the hair at the nape of Stiles' neck. When the kiss broke, they heard the woman whispering to her husband about them, and they just laughed together.
When the plane touched down, they were glad to get off the plane. Stiles had fallen asleep again, and Scott thought that was a good sign. It might mean that he'd stay awake when they got to the hotel. It had been a long flight, and Scott was starving. "We should check in and order room service so I can ravish you while we wait." Scott said, as they were walking through the airport carrying their bags. Stiles had secured a cab while they were waiting for their bags from the carousel. Scott gave Stiles a naughty grin as they reached the outside.
That was when Scott's eyes widened, as he took in the sight of Paris. It was beautiful. He couldn't believe that they'd come here. Scott caught Stiles watching him, and his husband had a huge smile on his face. Scott smiled back at him, and they went to the cab. A bit of making out in the back, and soon they were at the hotel. Checking in took longer than Scott wanted it to take, but soon they were in their room. Stiles had barely put the bags down before Scott was tugging him towards the bed. Scott wrapped his arms around Stiles' neck, and kissed him as they fell onto the bed.
Stiles kissed Scott hungrily, sucking on his tongue. Scott groaned against his mouth, and Stiles wrapped his legs around Scott's waist. Their lengths rubbed together through their jeans, and Scott let out a groan. It felt so good. He couldn't imagine being here with anyone else. Stiles yanked Scott's shirt off his head, and his hands ran along Scott's scarred back. As always, he ran his hands across them lovingly. Scott shivered, he loved when Stiles touched him, and it just made him love Stiles more when he touched Scott's scars like they were the most beautiful thing about him. Scott was feeling that deep down desire in his belly.
The rest of the clothes came off quickly, and Scott was murmuring in Stiles' ear that he wanted Stiles to have his way with him. That was all Stiles needed to hear. He moved to the suitcase, and pulled out the handcuffs. He had two pairs, and he handcuffed Scott to the bed. Scott licked his lips eagerly as Stiles spread his legs, and settled between them. Stiles leaned down and took Scott's length in his mouth, he had no gag reflex and was very good at blowjobs. He popped off him long enough to say, "Don't come till I tell you to." He told Scott, who looked at him with raised eyebrows, but he nodded.
He took the length in his mouth again, his hand on Scott's hip. He pushed gently, keeping Scott's hips from moving. Stiles couldn't help himself. Scott's cock was amazing. He let his tongue move along the shaft, his other hand cupping Scott's balls, his long fingers stroking as his tongue moved. Stiles loved that Scott only trimmed his cock. It was long hard and hairy. Stiles moved up and down the shaft, his tongue slipping over the tip. Scott shivered, and moaned. Stiles grinned around his cock. His long fingers cupped and tickled his balls, his tongue moving along a popped out vein.
Scott was having a hard time keeping the orgasm from coming. Stiles was really good at giving blowjobs. They hadn't done the whole 'don't come till I say so' often, but Scott was actually glad that they were doing it now. Scott really thought that he'd freak out when he saw the handcuffs, but he hadn't. Scott groaned, low and guttural. He could think of nothing but his husband's mouth on his cock. Scott's hips strained against Stiles' hand, and he was rewarded with Stiles pushing him onto the mattress harder. Scott groaned. "Stiles, bae…." He managed to say, his voice strangled with desire.
His toes curled against the mattress as Stiles moved off him and came back with some whipped cream from the mini fridge. He took a brief second to wonder why that was in the mini fridge, but then Stiles had sprayed some on his cock, and then taken him in his mouth again. Scott gasped at the cold and then let out a long moan as Stiles' tongue licked him clean. Before he could even collect his thoughts, Stiles had reached for some lube, and he was spreading it all over Scott's long hard dick. Scott watched helplessly as Stiles eased himself onto Scott's cock, and Scott gasped as Stiles began to ride him.
Normally he would have put his arms around Stiles, but his hands were handcuffed to the bed. Scott watched, licking his lips and trying to focus and not come yet as Stiles' cock bounced against Scott's stomach. Stiles had braced himself on Scott's stomach, and his other hand was stroking his own cock. Scott licked his lips, and met Stiles' eyes. "Fuck, Stiles." Scott gasped, his breath coming short. He knew he was going to come soon, and he was really trying not to, since Stiles hadn't said he could yet. Scott arched his hips, and clenched around Stiles' cock. He knew that his husband loved that.
"Don't come yet." Stiles managed to gasp. He was stroking his long cock, matching his hip movements. Scott was going to burst soon, he could tell. Stiles was coming though, cum slicking all over himself and Scott. "Okay, Scott, you can come." He said with a breathless gasp, leaning down to kiss Scott as he came, moaning against his husband's lips. Stiles laughed as Scott also let out a satisfied sigh. Stiles kissed him again and then moved off him, going to grab a towel from the bathroom to clean them both up. He wiped himself clean and then Scott, before grabbing the keys to the handcuffs and letting him loose. "That was just as good as I thought it would be." Stiles said, as Scott moved closer to him on the bed.
"I love you, Scotty." Stiles said, as Scott wrapped an arm around his shoulders and laid his head in the crook of Stiles' neck. Stiles slid his arm around Scott's waist. "Are you okay, Scott?" Sometimes sex was okay but he freaked out afterwards. Stiles could tell something was off with him. He just didn't know what it was. It couldn't still be Rafe, right? Stiles tilted his head so he could look at Scott, who was hiding his head as best he could. "Scott, it's okay. We're in the honeymoon suite, nothing is going to happen. No one's going to hurt you." Stiles said, stroking Scott's hip. "Tell me what's going on." He said, he could hear Scott starting to sniffle.
It was hard to put what he was feeling into words. Scott hadn't exactly been issue free every time they had sex. Scott knew he had no reason to be afraid. "I think… I think I want to press charges." He managed to say, not sure why it was on his mind unless it was they just had sex. Scott kept his face buried in Stiles' neck. He didn't know what he was going to do to get through this. But he really finally thought that he might be able to handle it. Especially with Stiles by his side. "I love you too, Stiles." He said, as Stiles clutched him tighter. Scott let out a breath against Stiles' neck. "I… when we get home, I'm calling Dad and telling him what happened."
That would be the hardest thing that he'd ever have to do, and Scott knew that. He took a shaky breath, and he knew Stiles was waiting for him to say what he needed to say patiently. Scott's fingers were moving along Stiles' arm. He wished that he could turn back time and tell Melissa right from the start. Maybe it wouldn't have gone on as long as it had. Ever since he was four years old till he was eight. Scott hadn't been able to bring himself to tell her. One, because Rafe would kill him, and two, he didn't think that she would have believed him. Scott knew that he had to tell her, she'd stop trying to make sure that Rafe was in his life. "I know I need to tell Ma, at any rate." He said, his voice raw and barely above a whisper.
Stiles stroked Scott's hip. He said, "I'm going to order room service, and then we'll talk." He told him, and reached for the phone, still not letting go of Scott. Stiles ordered grilled cheese and tomato soup, although here in France they had much fancier names. He also ordered lemonade, and then hung up. Scott burrowed his face deeper in Stiles' neck. Stiles pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I promise, Scott, it's gonna be okay. We'll go home, and we'll tell Dad and Melissa. You'll make it through all of it because I'll be there with you. I love you, Scotty. You don't have to do any of this alone. Ever again. That's why we got married."
It was amazing to Stiles that he hadn't killed Rafe yet. He had wanted to. He had wanted to the night that Scott had fallen and was in a coma for three days. Those had been the scariest three days of his life. Stiles hadn't known if Scott was going to come out of it, and he had loved him so much already. Stiles had sat in the hospital with him, holding his hand, and praying to a God he wasn't even sure was there for Scott to wake up. He had refused to leave Scott's side. He hadn't wanted to be away from him and have Scott wake up and he wouldn't know. Stiles hadn't been able to handle the idea that if he'd been gone and he wouldn't know.
Scott had to admit, he felt better when Stiles told him that he'd be there with him. He knew that he would be, but it still felt nice to hear. Scott's stomach grumbled. "I really hope that food gets here soon." He said, as he moved to the bathroom to grab a robe. It was so soft. He pulled it on, marvelling at it. He came back into the room, Stiles had pulled his underwear back on, and his tee shirt. Scott couldn't believe they were here in Paris. It was amazing. Scott couldn't wait to see all the sights. The Eiffel Tower was going to be amazing. Scott really wanted to kiss Stiles when they stood at the top. Scott sat behind Stiles on the bed, wrapping his arms around Stiles' waist.
"We're on our honeymoon." Scott said, leaning to press a kiss to Stiles' neck. "We're in the most romantic city in the entire world for our honeymoon." Scott said, nibbling on Stiles' earlobe. He couldn't believe it. He was married, and they were on their honeymoon. Scott had been dreaming of being married to Stiles for years. He knew that this was right. They were going to be together forever. Scott loved Stiles so much. Scott couldn't imagine being with anyone but Stiles. They'd barely ever even fought. Scott grinned as Stiles leaned back into him. "You just wait till my stomach is full, I'll show you exactly how much I love you." Scott told him, tugging Stiles closer.
Stiles leaned back into him, and turned his head so he could look at Scott. "You are always going to show me that you love me, full stomach or not." Stiles told him, and kissed him. Stiles felt so much better now that he knew Scott wanted to press charges against Rafe. Stiles knew that Scott wasn't going to regret it. Stiles kept his gaze on Scott. Staring into those brown eyes, it was like coming home. Stiles always knew he was home when he looked into those brown eyes. Stiles had dreamed about those eyes his entire life. They were like pools of melted chocolate. It was like looking into Scott's soul. Scott was the most trusting person Stiles had ever met. Even with all that had happened to him. Stiles was amazed daily by how amazing Scott was. It was amazing how Scott had turned out like he had. There was honestly no one else like Scott on the planet.
"You are so amazing, you know that? There's no one else like you on the planet." Stiles said, he really was in awe of how amazing Scott was. "You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm not good enough for you, and you chose me anyway. I can't believe it most of the time. You are an amazing person, Scotty. There's no one else like you on the planet. You just, you believe in people, and I don't trust anyone. I can't believe that I have you. That you're my husband. I am always in awe that I have you. I can't ever repay you for what you have done for me. You love me for everything about me, even the parts of me that if I could change I would."
Scott looked back into those brown eyes. "I love you because you're you, Stiles, and I wouldn't change a thing. You are a great person, Stiles. Without you I don't know who I'd be." Scott knew that he'd never leave Stiles, he had trusted Stiles with his most important secret, and Stiles had kept it, and stood by him. And Scott knew that Stiles wanted Rafe punished for what he had done, and that went a long way with Scott. Stiles had never pressured Scott to do one thing or the other about it, he had told him that whatever he wanted to do was fine with him. Scott knew that was amazing in and of itself.
"Cause no matter what you think is wrong with you, I know that you're an amazing person, Stiles. You are always patient with me when I have a freakout. You don't get mad and tell me it's all my fault. You hold me and you help me calm down. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't even imagine what I would be without you." Scott's eyes misted as he looked into Stiles' eyes. "You are the love of my life, Stiles."
It was truly amazing to Stiles how much they loved each other. He kissed Scott, and he knew that it was the first of many kisses that they would share over their lifetime. Stiles knew that everything was going to turn out alright. He knew deep in his gut. They would be happy, and Rafe would get what he deserved. Stiles fell back on the bed and tugged Scott with him. He was always happiest when they were laying in bed together. Stiles tugged him closer, just glad they were here together. Their lives together had finally started. And it was going to be magical, Stiles had no doubt.
What would I do without your smart mouth
Drawing me in and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinnin' no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh oh
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing in my head for you
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard
Author's note: So, I hope ya'll liked! I think this is it, it feels done. Never say never though, cause when you do that the muse likes to be like HA HA there's more. LOL. Anyway, I hope ya'll feel compelled to leave a review. I will make sure I change the warnings, I didn't plan on getting into details. But now that I did I don't want anyone to get triggered. If ya'll made it through, I apologize for the turn it took. I didn't plan it, honestly. Reviews are like crack to me. :)