I decided to change this into a few one shots because, well, frankly I just love these two way too much. Enjoy!
It didn't seem possible for a rock to be so damn uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he had been sitting on it for the past fifteen, or was it twenty, minutes.
She was normally on time, even early on most occasions, and he worried that everything was okay.
Shortly after her father had ripped him out of his car and threatened his life, the two realized it was impossible to stay away from each other.
The initial sadness and despair of being torn apart had now turned into a sort of rebellion. An even bigger fuel to the fire of the relationship the two shared.
Lingering stares in the hall became tormenting. Through Stiles, they were able to come up with a plan. Every night at eight, they would try and meet up where he was right now, on the hill overlooking their town. When one of them couldn't make it they would alert Stiles, who would then alert the other through a coded text.
His silent phone told him she should be here. Yet here he was, waiting.
Using his heightened senses he tried to hear her heart beat, a talent he realized he had picked up on unintentionally.
He listened and listened. There were leaves rustling, the air blowing, and then...there it was! He stood up turning around, trying his best to find her in the shadows and foliage.
"Scott?" He heard a whisper come from his right side.
"Allison." He let out in a sigh, a gust of air he hadn't realized he had been holding in.
"I am so sorry," She let out as they embraced, "I got stopped by my grandpa right as I started to leave. I really shouldn't even stay but I had to see you."
He kissed her on the head and held her cheek with his hand. She leaned into his touch with a sigh.
"I'm glad you came," He started in a whisper, as if even now someone was out there, watching and listening, "but we need to be careful. If your grandpa found out what I was..." he trailed off.
Her head was nodding vigorously. "I know. We'll be more careful, more guarded. We have to be." She ended quietly.
He leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, slowly becoming more intense. He was the first to pull back, leaving another kiss on her forehead.
"You should go." He said, looking in her eyes.
"Alright," She answered, then leaned in putting her lips to his ear, as if telling a secret, "I love you, Scott McCall."
His mouth pulled back into a tiny grin, then even bigger as he witnessed her own smile.
He put his own mouth to her ear. "And I love you, Miss Allison Argent."
She let out a small giggle, planting a kiss on his nose and heading off to her car, glancing back as she walked.
He smiled to himself. It was the moments like these that they had to hold on to. They had to remember these when the world seemed against them.
Please review! Hoped you liked this. I'm really, surprisingly, enjoying writing this. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated!