A/N: Hello beautiful people, I hope you like this chapter. We're coming into the final act of the season, and things are starting to get intense. I won't spoil anything, but I will say this: the honeymoon phase of the relationship may not last forever. It may not be now, but sooner or later things are going to get difficult, for more than just Jules and Stiles ;)
Here we are at the top of the hill - a hill that's quietly crumbling,
Been a while since you dressed for the kill - the kill that sent me tumbling,
Looking up, I see a falling star, and watch it's fire burn into the floor,
I am left standing on the edge,
Wondering why we fall so hard, why we fall so hard
Kids in the Dark – All Time Low
"You swept the whole east side of town?"
"Yes."
"And no sign of him anywhere?"
"No."
"Did you check the north?"
"Of course I did."
"And nothing?"
"Scott," I said sharply, breaking the frantic boy from his questioning. "We're doing the best we can."
The werewolf on the other end of the line sighed, and I copied the action, watching as Kol rematerialised in front of me, coming back from his sweep of an empty warehouse. There was murmuring on the other end of the phone, then finally Scott spoke again, "Stiles wants you to meet him at the hospital."
"Is he okay?!" I demanded instantly, more than a little alarmed.
"Yes, of course he is, he's just going to follow a lead," Scott replied calmly, and I cleared my throat as though I hadn't just completely overreacted.
"Okay, keep me posted," I told him, and with a hurried farewell, the boy hung up, leaving me in the middle of the street with Kol, feeling completely alone. "I've got to go meet Stiles," I told the Original like he hadn't just heard everything. "Can you keep looking?"
"Why should I?"
I closed my eyes, pressing a hand to my forehead and sighing heavily. "Could you try not to be difficult for once in your ridiculously long life?" I asked through gritted teeth.
Kol chortled from beside me, amused by my words. "I'm going to go to that bar I like downtown," he told me casually, not actually answering my question. "I suppose I'll take the long way, see the sights this one horse town has to offer."
"That's the best I'm going to get, isn't it?"
"You bet your juicy ass it is."
I didn't bother waiting around to quip back, instead legging it to the hospital. I got there in record time, eager to find my boyfriend, needing his presence almost as much as I needed another cigarette. Stiles was waiting for me at the front desk, murmuring to a familiar nurse standing behind the slab of wood dressed in baby blue scrubs.
"Good afternoon, Melissa," I greeted the woman kindly, sliding up beside my boyfriend and ducking forwards to press my lips to his cheek, pulling away with an obnoxious smacking sound.
"Hey Jules," she replied with a smile, looking between Stiles and I with happy eyes.
"I got you something," the kid said suddenly, pulling up his hand, revealing a tin water bottle.
On the side it read, in big red letters: There's a chance this isn't water.
Not entirely understanding immediately, I raised an eyebrow at him. He smirked, waving it gently under my nose. The scent of warm, relatively fresh blood wafted from the bottle. My eyes widened as I took it from him, unscrewing the cap and pressing my nose more firmly to the rim, inhaling the intoxicating scent.
"There's a chance it isn't water," Stiles quoted with a smirk. "It's funny, because people think the joke is that it's vodka or something, but joke's on them; it's blood!" he told me giddily, as though for whatever reason I wouldn't get the joke without the explanation.
"The blood's fresh," Melissa told me with a surprisingly warm smile, leaning closer and murmuring softly so we weren't overheard. "Donated only an hour ago."
"You're my new favourite person, Melissa," I whispered to her with a sly smirk.
"Hey!" Stiles cried from my side, but I ignored him in favour of taking a deep sip of my treat. I pulled away, licking my lips clean of blood and sighing happily.
"That's the good stuff," I commented, and Melissa smiled, only looking mildly disturbed.
I knew she was way more accepting of all things supernatural, but I had no idea she was so supportive as to supply me with fresh blood. That was a whole other level of support. "Don't you two have work to be doing?" she asked, pressing a fingertip to her nose pointedly as she reminded us.
"Right," Stiles snapped into action, murmuring a farewell to the woman before turning and heading for the elevators. I smiled at Scott's mom, thanking her one final time before trotting after my boyfriend, continuing to indulge in my snack.
"So what're we even doing here?" I asked once I'd swallowed my mouthful. "What's this lead we're chasing?"
"Danny," Stiles told me as we stepped into the metal box, pressing a button that lit up brightly as the box began to move. "The other night; he was clearly a target."
"But not a sacrifice," I supplied, screwing the lid back on my bottle and peering across at him curiously.
"Right, so what we need to figure out is: why attack him at all?"
I hummed, nodding as I pondered the question. "It is strange that they would poison him with a combination of both mistletoe and vervain," I muttered as the elevator dinged, Stiles stepping out first, holding the door open while I followed. "Vervain doesn't even have any effects on the human body."
"Except preventing vampire compulsion."
"But Kol and I are the only vampires in town at the moment."
"Exactly," he chimed, glancing up at the room numbers and coming to a stop in front of a specific door.
"You think he's trying to prevent one of us from learning whatever Danny knows?" I asked, beginning to see the picture come together in my head.
"Uh-huh," Stiles nodded his head, eyes flickering to each end of the long hallway to check the coast was clear before turning the handle and slipping inside the dimly lit hospital room. "Stay by the door," he whispered to me, tiptoeing further into the space. "Use the signal if you see or hear anyone coming."
My nose scrunched at his words. "What's the signal?" I murmured back, half my attention on the hall, making sure I couldn't hear any footsteps approaching the room.
He paused by the bed, glancing over at me with a helpless expression. "I don't know, whistle or something," he hissed, though not unkindly.
"Wouldn't that just draw more attention?" I asked in genuine confusion.
Stiles spluttered for a moment before huffing and turning away from me, "we don't have time to argue semantics." He wandered closer to the medicated boy's side. "Danny, are you awake?" he whispered, watching his friend closely for any signs of consciousness. He leaned forwards, gently shaking the kid's shoulder, trying to rouse him but also hoping he wouldn't awaken. Nothing happened, and I expected him to get to work, only for my dumbass boyfriend to start slapping the slumbering boy's face several times, each hit increasing in strength.
Danny sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering slightly.
"Stiles, for fuck sake," I hissed at the kid who shot back with a surprised gasp.
I expected him to chicken out, turn away and sheepishly ask me to continue, but I was pleasantly surprised when he suddenly ducked down, attention on a backpack laying beside the bed. The crisp shuffle of papers filled the room, and I frowned when I noticed Danny's eyes peek open exhaustedly.
"What are you doing?" the sick guy croaked from the sheets.
"I'm-I'm not doing anything, Danny," Stiles spoke up awkwardly, popping up from behind the bed and peering at the boy with a wince. "This is just a dream...that you're having."
I would have offered compulsion, but the boy still had vervain in his system, so it would have been useless anyway. Besides, Stiles was being amusing.
"Why are you going through my stuff?"
"Right, but only in the dream...remember? Dream...dreaming..."
"Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?"
"I don't know that Danny, okay? It's your dream; take responsibility for it. Just shut up and go back to sleep."
I chortled from my place by the door, only to cut myself off when I heard footsteps stop out in the hallway. I grimaced, cracking open the door and sticking my head out, meeting the eyes of a stern looking nurse in bright blue scrubs. "What do you think you're doing in there-?"
"You'll leave us alone and forget you saw us here," I crooned, meeting the woman's pale grey eyes.
"I'll forget I saw you," she echoed tonelessly. I blinked, releasing the lady from my hold.
"Good girl," I mumbled with a twitch of my lips, and she merely stared through me as though I wasn't even there. She turned after a beat and wandered back down the hall, feet shuffling against the linoleum floor.
"Oh Danny-boy, you might have actually found something here," Stiles murmured from inside the room, and I slipped back inside to peer over at the kid, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"What is it?" I asked softly, leaving my place by the door to drift over to his side.
"Something about...Telluric Currents?" he responded as he squinted down at the thick stack of papers in his hand. I felt myself tense, and though I relaxed myself instantly, Stiles caught the movement, more attuned to me than I ever expected. "What?" he asked warily, glancing up at me worriedly. "Do you know what those are?"
I paused, wondering where to go from there. Instead of answering, I reached down and gently pulled him into a standing position, tugging him from the room. "We have to call Scott," I told him grimly. "Now."
"It's the vault."
Of-fucking-course it was the same vault. I breathed out sharply through my nose, overwhelmed just thinking about the task before us. We couldn't even get out the door before something else had to go wrong. "Guys, hold on," Lydia spoke up, making us all freeze and turn back to her.
"Lydia we don't have time!" Scott huffed seriously, heart hammering in his chest.
"It's Boyd," Cora said, staring down at her phone with wide eyes. "The plan didn't work; they cut the power."
I looked to Scott for guidance. I wasn't sure why, all I knew was that sometime over the last few weeks, he'd become the leader of our ragtag band of supernatural misfits (and Stiles). I wasn't about to jump into a volcano for the kid, but somehow I could sense that he was in charge...although I loathed to say it, he was my alpha.
I would go where he told me too. Whether he said to save Deaton or assist Derek, I'd do either in one of my non-existent heartbeats. I didn't even consider what I thought was best, my first thought was to do what he told me to.
It should have irritated me, but I felt a loyalty to the wolf that I never had before, except maybe for Klaus. But Scott wasn't a power-hungry Original, he was just a kid – a kid with a heart of gold – and a very close friend.
"It's just like he said," the teen wolf gasped, horror splashed across his features. We didn't have time to ask what he meant, he was already talking again. "Go, I can save Deaton myself," he instructed us, and though I was willing to do exactly as he said, I knew letting him go alone wasn't going to win idea of the year.
"You shouldn't be alone-" I tried to argue, but Scott was having none of it.
"I'll be okay," he assured me hurriedly. "You two help Derek."
Stiles stepped forwards, "Scott, what about us?"
"Cora can get there faster with you," he told his best friend softly. "Go, we can save both of them!"
He rushed from the room, and I heard the distinctive sound of his bike starting a moment later. "Come on," Stiles prompted, reaching down to grasp my hand, pulling us from the room. "Jules, run," he said the moment we were out in the fresh air.
"Are you sure?" I asked, although I knew he was doing the right thing.
"We'll only slow you down," he nodded, gently pushing me towards the exit of the parking lot. "Go! Save them."
I didn't wait for further further prompting, I merely shot him a concerned look before taking off into a run. My feet were nearly silent as they hit the gravel, thick soles of my boots allowing me to push myself faster. I took the quickest route to the loft, cutting corners and darting around cars as stealthily as I could.
Getting there was easy, and the moment I approached the towering building, I could pick up the stench of dog clinging to the whole area. My lips twisted into a scowl, and with a deep breath (through my mouth) I slipped inside the dwelling.
"Derek!" a hysterical voice shrieked as I ascended the stairs to the loft. I sped up, taking the steps three at a time. I wasn't exactly sure what I'd been expecting, but I was still surprised when I saw the teacher from school held on the landing by the alpha twins.
"Aw," one of the brothers cooed, looking over his shoulder at me, eyes glowing red. "Kitty-cat came out to play."
"Juliet!" Derek shouted from inside the loft just before his voice was cut off by a loud, wet smacking sound as he was no doubt punched and sent into the water covering the floor. Clearly we'd been around each other for way too long, and it only took the one call of my name to know what the man I (tentatively) called my friend wanted me to do.
Though I didn't have a clue why he'd want me to risk my own skin to save an insignificant teacher from the high school, I was itching to do something to help, and I guessed saving an innocent should take priority.
The twin on the right saw the blow coming and let go of the shaking woman, reaching up to catch my wrist and using my own momentum to twist my arm around, causing it to make a loud popping noise that was probably bad.
I ripped my arm from his hold, snarling at him and dancing out of his reach. "Dick move, asshole," I sneered at him, though he only smirked widely, cracking his knuckles in a way that was probably supposed to be menacing. "You think you're a threat to me?" I asked him rhetorically.
In my peripheral vision I saw the struggling teacher shoved to the ground by the other twin, who moved to stand beside his brother, cracking his neck like something straight out of a film.
One alpha? Difficult, but not impossible.
Two? No fucking walk in the park, let me tell you.
Still, I was nothing if not confident, and I forced a fearless, toothy grin onto my face. "Do we really want to do this again, boys?" I asked them boldly, reminding them of the last time I'd faced them, not so very long ago now, at the abandoned space we'd had our most recent face-off.
My eyes flooded with red, the veins around my eyes appearing as my fangs slipped free from my gums.
Taking a gamble, I glanced down at the teacher who was sprawled on the floor, staring up at us with wide, frightened eyes. "Run," I told her, more of a suggestion than an order. She clearly understood the distinction, choosing to stay where she was – except to crawl away from the small landing serving as a battlefield, moving closer to the doors of the loft and murmuring Derek's name.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered the sounds of Derek's groans of pain from inside the watery home, but I didn't have any attention to spare.
The twin on the left attacked first, lunging at me. It wasn't a full moon, so it mattered little when his canine teeth sank into the flesh on my shoulder. With a mighty shove I was able to force him off of me, ducking under his brother's attack and landing a punch in his gut with my good arm.
I was strong, but two alpha werewolves? I didn't have a hope. My best bet was to keep them occupied long enough for someone else to hopefully do something to put an end to the fight.
I relied on my speed, as I almost always did, darting out of the way of attacks, moving fast enough that they struggled to keep their eyes on me.
Unfortunately they weren't as stupid as they looked. They moved quickly, arms braced out as one, sending me to the floor. They were quick for wolves, too. Before I could push myself back to my feet, the toe of a boot slammed into my gut as one of them kicked me with absolute full-capacity wolf strength.
It didn't hurt that much, my tough skin taking the blow like a champ, but it did send me rolling backwards, down the steps at the entrance to the loft and into the pool of ankle-deep water. More irritated that my clothes were soaked than anything else, I hissed through my teeth, glaring up at the twins with loathing.
At least they had the decency to look slightly disconcerted.
I think they could sense my fury, and in a move that was clearly mocking, I cracked my neck, hands formed like they were claws as I took a step towards them.
Unfortunately it wasn't enough to get me out of the danger zone, and in the next heartbeat the room lit up with bright, electric blue light. Sharp pain resonated through me, starting in my feet and shooting up to my chest. I could feel the pain in every nerve ending, every cell of me.
It wasn't like it was the first time I'd been electrocuted. I had acquired my fair share of enemies over the years, and fuck were they a creative bunch. I'd never, however, been electrocuted while ankle deep in water. Thinking back to my years at college, I knew that water was a powerful conductor, so therefore it would have a more intense effect.
But, fucking hell, did it hurt.
The pain sizzled for a while, I couldn't be sure how long. My eyelids fluttered without my consent, and I bit my own tongue as I seized.
Finally it was over and I fell to the watery ground, huffing in pure relief that it was over. I stared up at the ceiling, blinking slowly as I recovered, my ears under the shallow water, meaning everything sounded dull and muted.
I tried to tell my limbs to cooperate, but they felt fuzzy and heavy.
Finally I managed to prop myself up, eyesight taking a moment to focus as the sounds hit me like a train. People were fighting, and I didn't have to look to know who it was. It wasn't easy to run in the water, and I kind of looked like a moron, but I had to help Derek, so I charged through at full speed, not bothering to slow down as I approached, eventually slamming into the alpha bitch's side and shoving her off of Boyd, who she was holding up in front of a transformed Derek.
Unfortunately I wasn't fast enough, which wasn't a very common occurrence for me. Boyd had already been dropped onto Derek's deadly sharp claws. In a fit of anger I lashed out, punching the bitch in the mouth hard enough that she spat out a tooth a moment later.
Everything went silent, and I knew fighting wasn't an option. I had to try and help Boyd, anything else would have been pointless suicide.
The alpha bitch smirked at me even as a drop of blood rolled down her chin, completely unaffected by my attack. She didn't feel the need to retaliate, merely shoving past me roughly, heading for the door, the twins following close behind.
"I'm giving you until the next full moon, Derek," she called over her shoulder. I paid little attention, slipping to Boyd's side, wrapping one arm around his back, keeping him held up even as he bled out. "Make the smart choice, join the pack; or next time I'm killing all of you."
They left, their wet shoes squelching on the floor as they walked.
My full focus was on Boyd as I held him on Derek's claws. "Don't move," I warned him with a hiss, listening to the sound of the taller boy's heart as it began to slow. "He'll only bleed out faster."
Boyd gave a pained gasp. "It's okay," he told his alpha reassuringly. "It is okay, Derek," he persisted when the green-eyed wolf panted denials.
They continued to whisper between themselves, but I was spread too thin to focus on what they were saying. My hands slipped around Boyd's front, pressing to his gaping wounds. I felt the warm blood trickle over my fingers, staining the skin red, but I couldn't have cared less.
I pressed harder to the fatal injury, hoping that if I could just stop the blood, maybe he'd eventually start the healing process. I cursed the fact that my blood would only make him sicker, seeing as his werewolf DNA would reject my vampire-cells.
"You know the solar eclipse? I always wondered what that would feel like for one of us. For a werewolf," Boyd was muttering.
"Do something!" I shouted to Isaac, who was sprawled on the floor beside the teacher, staring at the three of us in horror. He didn't move, probably in shock. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, the life was draining from him by the second, and what could he do that I couldn't?
Finally, after a long few minutes, Boyd collapsed, completely gone. Something about holding him up didn't feel right, like it was disrespectful. So I let him go, and he fell back, landing in the shallow water with a splash, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling.
I wasn't that upset about the kid himself kicking the bucket, to me he was expendable, merely a pawn. It might have sounded harsh, but it wasn't in my nature to give a damn. I was more upset that the alpha pack had gotten a one-up on us. This wouldn't help morale, and it certainly wouldn't help what little unity we had.
Something also had to be said for the loss of innocent life. In a way this was Derek's fault, he was the one who turned an innocent kid. I wasn't going to go around pointing fingers though, that wouldn't help anything.
Hurried footsteps echoed on the stairs leading to the loft, and a moment later two figures spilled into the space, making a beeline straight for us. Cora collapsed next to Boyd, whimpering sadly as she took in his still form. I was expecting Stiles to come to me, so I was surprised when he made his way over to Derek who, for the first time that I'd seen, had a sheen of tears to his green eyes.
My boyfriend hesitated by the alpha, pressing his palm to his shoulder in what was an entirely human gesture of comfort. He waited a moment, squeezing once before walking around him, moving to my side.
I looked up at him from where I sat pathetically in the water, covered in werewolf blood. Even knowing I didn't need it, Stiles still held out a hand for me, and I took it, inexplicably grateful. He pulled me to my feet, eyes flickering over me – no doubt to check for injuries.
"I'm okay, Stiles," I assured him gently, and he nodded even though didn't look completely convinced. "But I do need blood," I admitted under my breath, pretending over half the room couldn't hear me anyway. "Lots of it."
And lots of blood did I get. Stiles stopped by the hospital on the way home, taking the bag from Melissa who was on her break. I should have told her that I could get it myself, but I could tell she liked providing for me, feeling like she was helping, so I let it be.
My boyfriend didn't talk much, keeping silent as he drove, staring out the window with eyes so glassy I wondered if it was safe for him to be behind the wheel.
I didn't understand why he was reacting so strongly; it wasn't like he and Boyd were friends.
We went to his house instead of mine, and I stayed silent, allowing him to process the night's events in his own time. He unlocked the front door with shaky hands, pushing the slab of wood open and stepping inside first, blindly rubbing the wall, searching for the light switch.
I waited to see what he would do, and after a moment of silence he moved up the stairs, heading for his room. I dropped my duffel bag of blood onto his desk while he too a seat on his bed, absently toeing off his shoes. I plucked a bag of A-positive from the pile, tearing off the cap and sucking the thick red substance up through the straw.
I finished my meal quickly, then downed another one just to be sure I would heal quickly. I moved from the desk, wandering over to his drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers and a shirt. Stiles was still staring into thin air, and I didn't want to crowd him, so I merely slipped from the room, heading down the hall and ducking into the bathroom.
The hot water felt glorious on my skin, wounds all but gone after my dose of blood. I was quick, using Stiles' shampoo to rinse my hair, and scrubbing at the bloodstains on my skin. I knew from extensive experience that they would fade with time and not much else.
Five minutes later I slipped back into my human boyfriend's room, only to see that he had yet to move an inch.
I didn't bother asking if he was okay, I knew he wasn't, and I wasn't going to push him to talk before he was ready. I moved over to the desk, although I was no longer starving, I figured another bag wouldn't do any harm. Glancing over at him from where I was sat cross-legged on his desk sipping my dessert, an idea struck me, igniting within me like a flame of excitement.
"Let's go somewhere," I said before I could change my mind.
"Hm?" he hummed questioningly, looking over at me in the dim light of his lamp.
"Find a map, close your eyes and pick a place," I continued, gently putting down my blood bag and moving to where he sat, kneeling in front of him, pressing my palms to his knees as I stared up at him with hopeful eyes.
"You mean, leave Beacon Hills?"
"Not forever," I assured him softly, excitement building in me. "Just for a vacation. We need to get away. I'll take you anywhere you wanna go, do anything you wanna do."
"But...school-"
"You can go back in a decade, once you're turned. You're only human once, you should use your time alive to experience the earth," I persuaded him eagerly, and his heart stuttered in his chest, though I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad sign.
I could see the cogs turning in his head as he considered it. I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking, and for the first time I longed to be able to compel him to tell me what was going on inside that thick and impenetrable head of his.
Finally he sagged, shoulders hunching as his eyes fluttered shut. "No matter how much I would love to run away with you, Jules," he began tiredly, intertwining our fingers together though he still didn't open his eyes, "I can't leave my dad – and I can't leave the pack. I just can't."
My unbeating heart tightened at the sincerity and pain in his usually steady voice. "I know," I whispered, because I did know – I did understand. He wasn't rejecting me, and he wasn't choosing them over me at all, he had a duty here, a loyalty that would probably never fade. "And I guess that's why I love you so much," I admitted, squeezing his hands before bringing them up to my mouth and pressing my lips against his clasped fingers.
Finally his eyes opened, and he met my gaze with wide, tried eyes. "One day," he swore, tightening his grip on my hands. "When this is all over...we'll run away together," he paused, a small smile flickering at his pale lips. "I hear you're pretty good at the whole running away thing. You can give me some pointers."
I grinned, forcing the expression to remain dim. It felt inappropriate to beam so widely after what we'd lost that night. "Stiles, I have a feeling that running away with you will be unlike anything I've ever done before," I told him wholeheartedly.
He tried to smile back, but the expression ended up twisting into a yawn.
"Come on, darling," I murmured gently, reaching for the hem of his teeshirt and pulling it up and off his body, chucking it to the side.
Stiles' heart raced. "Uh–Jules? I'm not really feeling up to, y'know-"
"Don't panic, Stilinski," I rolled my eyes as I spoke, pushing him until he lay on his back, staring exhaustedly up at the ceiling. I undid his pants with ease, sliding them off him until he was left in only his boxers. I crawled up beside him and pulled the blanket up with me as I went. "You need sleep."
"You're really not going to-?"
"Believe it or not, I do have some sense of self-control," I teased lightly, nudging him and giving him a gentle smile.
"I love you."
My brow furrowed, not at the words said, but at the way they were spoken; desperate, like it was critical that I heard him say it. "I know," I told him, less of a Star Wars reference and more of a reassurance.
"If anything happens, just know that I love you," he barrelled on, something like panic building in his chocolate-honey eyes.
I splayed my hands on either side of his face, brushing the pads of my thumbs across his sharp cheekbones. "Nothing's going to happen," I promised him, eyes flickering over the scattering of freckles and moles on his handsome face.
"You don't know that," he murmured, brows pulled together in a frown.
"I know that not even death could pull me from you." He glanced up in surprise, taken aback by the intensity of my words. "The only way I'm leaving you is if you want me gone, otherwise you're stuck with me; whether I'm alive or in ghost form."
"Well then, it's a good thing I'll never want you gone," he said, though there was curiosity in his gaze, and I knew we'd be having a conversation about the reality of ghosts by this time tomorrow night.
I wanted to say something about not knowing what I did to deserve him, but there was no way I was heading into territory that cheesy, so I merely pulled his face to mine, moulding our lips together for a long, blissful moment before pulling back only to wrap my arms around him like a monkey, legs curling around his waist and the fingers of my left hand winding their way into his thick hair, tucking his head into my neck.
I smiled as he tried to inconspicuously breathe in my scent, pressing my lips gently to the crown of his head before reaching over to turn off the light. We were plunged into darkness, but my eyes adjusted as seamlessly as always, switching to night vision in the span of a seconds.
A few minutes passed and Stiles' breathing began to even out, his heart rate slowing as he drifted to sleep. I pressed my lips to his head again, lips quirking up when he unconsciously nuzzled into me.
"I love you too, Stiles."
