"Well, for your sake, I think I'm gonna sleep in my own bed tonight. Take me home?" I asked, grabbing my jacket.
"Yeah. Good idea," Stiles responded.
We went down the stairs. Stiles glanced into the kitchen to see if his father was still there.
"Don't worry about it, Stiles," I said. "If your dad does somehow find out, I'll be by your side the whole way."
Stiles shot me a smile that wasn't completely genuine. We left out of the door and got into his car.
"Wanna go to the mall tomorrow, after school?" I asked.
"Sure. I don't see why not," he answered.
"Hey. Remember when I was telling about 'The Rule of Allisons'?"
"Yeah. How could I forget?"
"You bent those rules so hard that they broke," I told him, smiling.
He smiled, leaned over, and pecked me on the lips.
"Hey, can we go by Derek's again really quick?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but why?"
"I have to get at least some idea of what he has planned. It's driving me nuts."
"Uh, okay then."
Stiles started to drive in the direction of Derek's hideout. After we arrived, we went inside and saw Derek talking to Erica and Boyd.
"You again?" asked Derek.
"Yeah. You really left me hanging earlier. I need more details," I said.
"If I told you what I had planned, you would just intervene."
"Well, can you at least clear this one thing up for me?" I asked.
"Okay." Derek waited for me to ask.
"First of all, does the fact that I'm supposedly straight and in love with a guy have anything to do with me being a werewolf?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that being a werewolf is making you gay, but I do know that the love of a werewolf can defy boundaries, and gender boundaries are not exempted."
"Okay. Good enough. At least now you've answered something," I said before grabbing Stiles' hand and leading him out of the hideout with me.
"You're really frustrated aren't you?" Stiles asked as we entered his Jeep.
"Yeah. I just don't like not knowing what's going on, you know? Ever since I became a werewolf, I have liked to always be aware of what's happening in my life. I really hope Derek isn't planning anything too crazy."
"Don't worry," said Stiles. His voice soothed me effortlessly. I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips as we sat at a red stoplight.
"What was that for?" he asked, the blush on his cheeks able to be seen in the glow that adorned his face from the light of the street lamps outside of the car.
"You're like an angel, you know? You make me feel calm almost instantaneously."
I saw Stiles blush more.
"Sorry. I'm not trying to make you go blush monster; I'm just saying."
Stiles smiled authentically and proceeded to pull in front of my house.
"Do you know what you're gonna do if your dad brings it up to you yet?"
"Nah, but, honestly, I'm not even that worried."
"Well, that's good," I said, smiling at my boyfriend's collected composure. I exited the vehicle and made my way into my house, and into my bedroom. I fell asleep almost instantly, probably due to the ample amount of thoughts that polluted my mind that night.
Stiles and I had planned that night to pay a visit to the shopping mall the next day. Stiles picked me up, as per usual, and we made our way there. We wandered until I located the store that was perfect for what I desired to purchase. It was a jewelry store. I planned to buy Stiles a gift as a showing of my affection, so I needed to be away from him when I bought it. "Wait. This isn't the jewelry store I wanted to visit," I said, lying.
I led Stiles out of that jewelry store and to another. "I'm gonna go look at the directory really quick, okay?" I asked him. He nodded and smiled in response. I tried to keep my devilish grin under wraps as I walked out of the jewelry store toward the mall directory. I glanced back at Stiles to see if he was watching me as I walked away. He wasn't, so I made a quick turn in the opposite direction of the directory toward the jewelry store that we had first visited.
I'd had my eye on a pair a dazzling sterling silver necklaces, each with a pendant that was the corresponding side of a bisected heart shape. I would buy one for me and the other for Stiles to symbolize our undying connection. They were expensive. As a matter of fact, the cost of them would make a significant dent in my savings, but it would have been so worth it for Stiles. I remembered when I had brought Stiles to the mall to purchase the gift that I'd planned on giving to Allison the night of the bonfire. That felt so wrong. This, though, buying a gift for Stiles, felt so right. There was a reason I couldn't think of anything as brilliant to purchase for Allison.
I left the jewelry store with a bag that contained the box that housed the parallel necklaces. I pondered how I would keep it hidden from Stiles. I needed to get back to him before he started to wonder where I'd sneaked off too. Luckily, I was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, so hiding the gift wasn't too difficult. I disposed of the bag and the receipt. Then, I inserted the elongated decorative box that contained the two necklaces into the singular pocket on the front of my sweatshirt, which had an opening on each side.
I re-entered the jewelry store that Stiles was in, successfully attempting to appear innocent of any secret acts.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" asked Stiles.
His words surprised me. It sounded as if he'd known what I had just done until I realized that he was referring to me finding what I was looking for on the directory of the mall.
"Oh. Yeah. They don't have the store I'm looking for. Let's just get out of here."
Stiles shrugged, apparently not disappointed at the idea of leaving the mall so soon.
"Can you come sleep with me?" I asked Stiles as he pulled out of the parking space.
"Whoa. We haven't even discussed sex yet."
"That's not what I meant. I'm literally asking you to sleep with me."
"Oh. Well, in that case, don't you remember what happened last time?"
"Yeah, but that was your dad. My mom is totally clueless. She thinks I'm still in love with Allison."
"Alright then."
Stiles drove us to my house. After we got in and to my room, I shut the door.
"Scott, it's only," Stiles paused as he glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand, "3:00 P.M. Why am I already at your house if I'm supposed to be sleeping with you?"
"Just let me go down stairs and do something really quick, okay?" I left out of the room before he could respond, softly closing the door behind me.
My mother was out, actually enjoying herself for once, having fun with her friends, so I planned to set up a surprise romantic dinner for Stiles. I knew that it wasn't dinner time, so I just set up the candles on the table and plugged in the radio. I was gonna order the food a little later. Obviously, I couldn't cook.
I made my way back upstairs to Stiles. He was asleep on my bed. I laughed inside at how adorable he was. I got into the bed with him and snuggled up behind him. I breathed out of my nose into the back of his neck. I took deeper-than-normal breathes, enjoying Stiles scent. He smelled like a newborn baby's breath: innocent. I didn't fall asleep. I wasn't tired, so I decided to turn on the television. I laid there with Stiles pulled up close to me, fast asleep, utterly content because he was there with me, in my arms.
After sitting through two movies, Stiles still hadn't awoken, but it was dinner time. I smiled because I was excited to do it for Stiles. I ordered Stiles' favorite: penne pasta with meatballs, in a seasoned tomato sauce. It took around half an hour for the food to arrive. I set it up on the table after I payed for it and took it from the deliverer at the door. I then lit the four candles that I had set up on the dining table and inserted one of my mother's smooth jazz CD's into the player of the radio. Everything looked perfect. I giddily ascended the stairs to inform Stiles of the masterpiece that awaited him. When I went into the bedroom, he was still asleep, but had apparently shifted to another position. I sat down on the bedside and French kissed him until his eyes slowly opened.
"Scott? Why do you always wake me up that way?" he asked, his voice still grungy from being freshly awake.
"I have a huge surprise waiting for you downstairs."
"I knew you were up to something. I just knew it," said Stiles, smiling.
I shrugged with a grin.
"Come on." I led him by his hand toward the surprise. After we got downstairs, I quickly released his hand and jogged across the room to press the play button on the radio and light the candles. I ran back to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, resting my chin on his soft shoulder.
"So, what do you think?" I asked, anxious to see how he would react to all of it.
After a few seconds with no response, I peeked around at his face.
"Are you crying?" I asked, surprised.
He quickly wiped away his tears with the sleeves of his sweater, which were just a little too long.
"Scott, this...this is amazing." He cupped my cheeks in his cold hands and I smiled. He looked into my eyes, his eyes darting yet staying focused on mine simultaneously. "You really do love me, don't you Scott?"
"Of course," I answered huskily, grabbing his hips and shaking him a little to get my point across.
With my face still in his hands, Stiles pressed his full, pink lips into mine, applying a bit more pressure than usual.
"Wow," I said, grinning, "that was pretty intense." I laughed a little.
"I freaking love you, Scott McCall."
"And I you Stiles Stilinski," I said playfully.
Stiles hugged me.
"Now, let's eat," he said.
As we ate, we conversed warmly. I noticed how beautiful Stiles looked. The candlelight showed him in a hue I had not previously noticed. He looked gorgeous. I felt slightly ashamed of myself when the thought of how much I wanted at that moment to pleasure him in my bed crossed my mind. We were experiencing a romantic moment, and I would not let my hormones deplete the sweetness of it. At that moment, I remembered to give him the gift I'd bought at the shopping mall.
"Oh, uh, Stiles," I said, snapping out of my sexual daydream. "I got you something," I continued, pulling the rectangular box out my sweater's pocket. Stiles remained silent as I handed it to him, his eyes oscillating between me and the gift. He opened the box and small tears began to come from his eyes. I moved from across the table to right next to him and wiped the two tears he had on opposite cheeks with my thumb. I then kissed his lips gently. His magnificent brown eyes were again looking into mine. I took my half of the heart necklaces and put it on, then I put his on him.
"Oh my God, Scott. I've never cried this much in my life," said Stiles, rolling his beautiful eyes, which looked even more beautiful basking in the glow of the candles' flames.
"Sorry, but this is just how much I love you," I said, shrugging.
"I guess I owe you then, huh?" he asked.
I was surprised at that suggestion.
"Of course not. Stiles, this is a gift of our love and-" I trailed off as Stiles got out of his seat and sat on my lap, facing me with his arms over my shoulders.
"I guessed I owe you then...huh?" he asked again slower.
"Only if you want to," I responded, a little nervous as I felt myself becoming aroused and knew he would soon also feel my arousal, as he was sitting on my lap.
"Say yes, you idiot," he told me, laughing.
"Um, yes?" I said reluctantly.
"What are you worried about?" he asked.
"Look. I'm just gonna be honest with you. I don't know how...gentle I could be with you in bed considering how strong my attraction is to you, and you know how strong being a werewolf has made me," I admitted.
"You're not doing anything but turning me on saying stuff like that. What's your point?" asked Stiles, obviously ready to drag me to the bedroom.
"What if I hurt you?" I asked him, trying to make him understand how serious the situation was.
"Hurt me? How?"
"I don't know. I might bruise you or something."
"God, that's so hot," he said, rubbing my crotch a little.
"Look. I'm not trying to make you more horny or anything. That's just the way it's coming out. I don't know how to explain it, but I would never forgive myself if I hurt you just for sex. Just give me some time to learn to control myself, alright, babe?"
I saw the realization come into him.
"I hate it when you're right," said Stiles. "Fine, but you have got a lot of licking to do to make up for it."
I smiled.
"Then let's go," I said, leading him back up to the bedroom by his hand.
I did do some licking that night: the kind of licking that had Stiles' face blushing and moaning from pleasure.