Stiles was the living breathing epitome of sexual frustration.

He thought he was sexually frustrated before but he always had ways to...deal with it. In the past year he didn't really have any time to dwell on the matter. With all the werewolf nonsense and hunter drama. Stiles was pretty busy and life was too hectic to worry about things such as human contact.

But ever since he had started dating Ariel Carden, it was all he could think about.

Whenever he saw her or was even near her all he could think about was running his fingers through her deep red locks, or kissing her plump lips that smiled for him or just be near her. Staring into her soulful blue eyes.

Ever since the soccer game two weeks ago Ariel had been busier than ever. She had become rapidly popular, everyone looked for a chance to talk to her or congratulate her on amazing game. Stiles admits he was envious...not of Ariel but of the people who took up her time.

Stiles wanted to be near her and he wanted to express himself but the risk of seeming clingy but, he really wanted to be alone with her.

It wasn't just the rapid popularity but soccer practice took up most of her time, along with assignments and the twins. He got annoyed by just the thought of them popping at unwanted times.

But no one annoyed him more than Bradley Raider. He was a freshmen and every girl in his class wanted him or pretended they didn't when they actually did. He had shaggy chocolate brown hair that fell over a pair of green eyes. Most girls would faint just from a single glance but all Stiles saw was a snake staring back, a conniving little serpent. Brad is the captain of the swimming team. With his broad shoulders and lean tall structure, he could get any girl he wanted and to make matters worse, he had taken an interest in Ariel.

Stiles tried not to over think it, concluding that his frequent visits to the girl's soccer team was to greet his cousin Claire who is on the team. But being the inquisitive sheriff's son. Stiles couldn't help but listen in on a conversation between Bradley and his fellow swimming team member.

It was about Ariel and how super hot she was and how he wanted nothing but to—Stiles couldn't go on. The mere thought of Brad having his hands on Ariel made him so angry he could just—just—rip open a bag of Lays in rage.

Naturally, Stiles knew he couldn't tell Ariel without sounding like the envious over protective boyfriend. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he considered her his property, or that he thought that she couldn't take care of herself. He just hated seeing the man around Ariel trying to charm her with his million dollar smile, and Ashton Kutcher face. While all he could think about was how good she looked naked.

"Dude you need to chill, she doesn't even react to most things he says." Scott had stated from beside Stiles. They sat in the cafeteria in the table in the far corner. Stiles had a tray of fried chicken and fries. Scott was munching on a PB&J sandwich.

Stiles was stabbing his food petulantly with fork. Though his gaze was directed at the group in the table across them where Bradley sat with his friends.

"You are one to talk. Didn't you beat up Jackson for the same reasons?" Stiles said managing to direct his glare from Bradley for a moment to look to Scott.

McCall gaped, scandalized.

"How the heck are they the same reason? I caught him naked in front of Allison." The true alpha exclaimed in outrage. Stiles sighed in defeat—it wasn't exactly the same situation.

"Oh—Potato Tomato." He grumbled waving a hand in dismissal. Scott rolled his eyes finding his comment obtuse. Stiles turned his attention back to Bradley who was laughing loudly at something amusing a friend had said. Stiles grimaced, bringing up the piece of chicken impale d on the fork to his lips and roughly tearing at the flesh with murderous intent.

"Look at him with that self righteous smug smile. I just want—you to rip it off his face." He grumbled while chewing. Scott shook his head at his friend's words and took another bite of his sandwich.

"If it bothers you this much, why don't you just tell her?"

"Pfft like hell, if I tell her then I will have to listen to an entire lecture of 'you are positively bonkers' and 'there is absolutely nothing to fuss about' and 'I can manage myself thank you'."

Scott couldn't help but grin, finding Stiles's impersonation of a fulsome British accent comical.

"Somehow I doubt Ariel would say that, especially in that context."

"Uh okay mister True Alpha," Stiles stuffed a handful of fries into his mouth and chewed with eager purpose while his eyes narrowed, scheming "I need to reveal his true intentions to her, somehow."

Ariel suddenly appeared, sitting on the spare seat beside Stiles without a tray at hand. The males were surprised by her abrupt presence and Stiles wandered fretfully if she had heard what they said.

"They ran out of chicken." She stated factually dejected. Stiles relaxed in relief and smiled at her, moved by the disappointment in her expression.

"You want some of mine?" He offered, sliding the plate to her and gesturing to the meat with the business end of his fork.

Ariel looked down at the butchered cooked chicken. It was shredded in the center of the white plate with fries around it. Stiles knew when it came to food and presentation, Ariel needed perfection.

"You maimed your food. I will take some fries though, thank you." Her nimble fingers picked up a few golden brown fries and brought it to her lips.

"Hey Scott." She greeted, noticing the male beside Stiles he smiled in reply.

"Hey Ariel, I have a question I need to ask you."

"Anything I can do to help." She murmured while chewing on the fried piece of potato.

"What do you think of Bradley?" Scott asked nudging his head in direction of the table a feet adjacent to them. Ariel's gaze travelled to the table and Stiles took the opportunity to attempt to strangle his best friend. Scott squatted Stilinski's hand away the moment Ariel turned back around to face them.

"Claire's fond of him. He always brings me a bottle of water when he is fetching one for her." She stated with ease and no real interest in her own words. Scott was hoping her limpid apathy for Bradley would allow Stiles to see the truth.

"That sounds like a genuinely nice guy." Scott mused mainly as a hint directed to Stiles who was in his own world.

"Yeah sure, I could bring you water." Stiles grumbled looking to Ariel who stared frowning in perplexity.

"You shouldn't trouble yourself, besides don't you have biology then?"

Scott grinned in amusement. Clearly the girl didn't see Stiles's intentions behind his words. Guess Ariel wasn't as perceptive as she was. Obviousness in matters of the heart seemed to elude her.

Stiles was ecstatic, sure he had to wait two hours after school for it but he was happy because Ariel was coming back to his place. After what felt like an entire week, he was getting to spend some time alone with her.

They walked up the steps to his bedroom, talking about a comic book Stiles had let her borrow.

The Last Man by Brian K. Vaughn

"So what part are you on?" He asked while opening the bedroom door for her, Ariel stepped in. Briefly glancing at the interior of his room before looking to him and smiling.

"He just met the Amazons."

"Oh my God those bitches are craaaaazy, especially the red head." Ariel nodded in agreement, the graphic novel was not at all what she was expecting. In fact she didn't really think a novel solely dedicated on a story expressed by drawing and speech bubbles could impact her.

"I have my suspicions about her. I think she was a rape victim at one point or have had some traumatic incident involving men to be such a misandrist."

Stiles couldn't help but smile at her words. Although he agreed completely when it came to the main protagonist of the comic book so far. He was more amused by the way she worded her sentences.

"Aw, you know the male equivalent to misogyny that's actually sweet." He spoke fondly and shut the door behind him and looked to her.

He found her watching him.

His smile wavered when he saw the smoldering glow in her eyes. It had been a while seen he saw that possessive look in her stare when she studied him. He was immediately aroused by the sight of it again. Stiles would have stood there wondering if it was profoundly narcissistic of him to be turned on when he girl looked at him like a piece of meat she would like to chew on.

But he didn't get long to dwell on the matter, not when she was on him in four quick strides. His bag fell to the floor in a heavy thump, freeing his arms to accept her. Stiles was forced back into the hard wood of the door when she pressed her lips to his, pushing up against him. Stiles trembled from the sheer thrill of the act and the warmth of her lips on his.

He reacted instantly, his hands moving up to run his fingers through her auburn locks, gripping at the tresses and kissing with impatient abandon. Ariel was restlessly plucking at the buttons of his plaid over shirt and Stiles released her for a moment to shrug of the clothing before molding their lips together again.

"God, it feels like ages since I kissed or touched you like this." He murmured headily, kissing down the side of her face to her neck. Nipping and sucking at her alabaster skin and breathing in her refreshing scent.

"Ninety six hours and thirty minutes but... there is room for error." she replied breathlessly. Stiles paused to smile into the crook of her neck before resuming to kiss her as if trying to mark her.

His fingers pulled at the hem of her t-shirt, his hands crawling under the material to meet warm flesh. She shuddered under his touch and Stiles found pleasure in the act. The padded of his thumb brushed over the leathery diagonal strip of skin that was her scar, her hip bone jutted out, demanding his caress.

She wasn't just skin and bone like he expected. Despite rose petal softness her skin was tough against the lean muscle. His fingers curved at her waist, his lips wandered back up to her mouth. Her lips parted for him and leaned into him, their hips met and she gasped. The sudden jolt of desire shot through him and reverberated through her being.

"Discard it." She whispered he could feel the warmth of her breath. It took several seconds for the words to sink into his hazed mind and the moment they did he tensed, understanding her demand.

"I-is that okay? I mean do you want to?"She shot him a mildly petulant yet heady look "Yeah I'll just—okay."

Grinning apologetically and blushing furiously Stiles gripped at edges of her shirt with shaky hands. Ariel felt a little guilt, thinking maybe she was a little on the rude side but she couldn't help herself. She never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Stiles Stilinski. She felt like every cell in her body was on fire, the craving was worse than her need to kill on a full moon.

Maybe it was his innocence that baited her, like a red-hooded girl with her basket to grandmas and the eager hungry wolf in the trees. Maybe I should slow down a little, she didn't want to scare him but his every touch and kiss was laced with a delicious invitation. She felt him pull at the shirt and she raised her arms above her head and he brought the shirt up and over before tossing it aside.

His gaze immediately fell to the valley of her breasts. Plump against the cage of her black bra. His stare traveled shamelessly down her partly bare body, the smooth lines of her taut belly down to her deep navel.

Ariel felt her skin tingle at the way he admired her. Want flickering in his wide eyed stare, making his face seem more alive than usual. She also loved the softness in his expression, so tangible and real. She reached out to him and when her fingers curled the nape of his neck his gaze, immediately darted to her face.

His hands fell to her waist instinctively and she trembled slightly at the feeling of his warms hand on her bare skin, without any hindrance of clothing. He saw her reaction and his grip tightened as if suppressing an urge of his own, his honey brown eyes swirling in wonder.

Ariel could tell he was nervous. He was tense and his heart was racing and she smiled to ease him.

"We don't have to continue if you don't want to—"She began.

"How could I not want to? Have you seen you?" He cut in quickly and garrulously, giving her a disbelieving look. She would have found flattery in his words. If he wasn't belittling himself with his tone of voice, like he didn't deserve her.

"Have you seen you?" She bit back, he stared his lips parting to utter a witty retort but the seriousness in her cool stare robbed him of his voice. Her hands slipped under his shirt and Stiles tensed when her finger nails gently dragged up his flat abdomen. She felt his muscles clench under her touch but he didn't object to it.

"You know I am starting to wonder just how skinny your shirts portray you to be." She mused, the feel of her hands on him made him dizzy and hot.

"W-what do you mean?" He stuttered looking to her like a starving mouse. Ariel smiled wide in an amatory way that lit her electric blue eyes. She leaned in closer, staring deep into his eyes. Stiles half expected her to kiss him but she buried her face into the crook of his neck and pressed a kiss full of hot intent to his throat.

Stiles felt his knees begin to buckle and he leaned back into the hard surface of the door for support. Her warm mouth traveled up to his jaw line, kissing and nibbling before reaching his lips. She didn't kiss him and felt the frustration surface.

"I mean you feel...sturdy." She whispered her soft lips brushing over his and Stiles stared like she grew two heads.

Sturdy? Me? Stiles tried not to let the ego inflate his too much to the point where he might float away, because he wanted nothing more than to be with her. Her mouth came down on him and his musings were silenced. She pushed harder, her tongue driving in to meet his mating with feverish intent. He loved the taste of her. A slight citrus zing from the lemon tea she drank from her flask.

He gripped and pulled her closer as they kissed. His hand slightly brushing over the rough belt of her jeans, making its presence aware. He wondered if he would risk it, he wanted to see all of her. Boldly he distracted her with his mouth as his fingers began to circle the rim of the copper button of her jeans. Ariel was aware and smiled against his mouth, pleased that he was back to being the adventurous man he so shyly hid.

He was just about to unclasp the button when..."STILES!"

They flinched simultaneously and Stiles wretched his lips off hers and groaned in contempt.

"I can't catch a break." He grumbled resting the back of head against the hard wood. Ariel was still a little dazed but she wasn't in a hurry to move away. Even when he heard the pounding of the sheriff's heavy steps up the stairs.

"Don't come in, I am changing." Stiles hollered his hands still on her waist possessively as if afraid she would move away. He didn't want his father to have a heart attack from the sight of a half naked Ariel in his bedroom. No, that joy was for him and him alone—Stiles couldn't help but smile hubristically.

The footsteps seized just outside the door "I brought dinner, you are in the mood for Chinese right?"

"Uh no it's okay, I ate already." Stiles quickly reacted and Ariel bit down on her lip to suppress her smile. He narrowed his gaze down at her playfully.

"What about Ariel, is she hungry?"

They froze, smiles dropping.

"Damn it." Stiles cursed.

"I think your father is the only one I can't be stealthy around." Ariel mumbled amused by the entire ordeal, though she felt embarrassed knowing that the sheriff expected her presence.

"See you kids in a bit." The entertained father stated. They could practically see his warm I-caught-you-kids smile from behind the door.

Stiles was picking at the plate of noodles on his plate with his chopsticks. Mainly because he was shooting annoyed glares at his father. Of course the sheriff was unaware, being so engrossed in a conversation with Ariel about chess.

My own dad the cock-block...this is just perfect Stiles thought in sarcastic disdain sitting beside Ariel with the sheriff occupying the head of the table. He looked to his girlfriend who sat smiling, listening and replying. He supposed he had to like the fact that Ariel got along with his father and he knew his dad liked her too. But in the moment it felt more like an obstacle than a blessing, he wonder if they will ever get a chance to be alone without interruptions.

"Stiles, you have been unusually quiet." Sheriff Stilinski mused averting his attention from Ariel for a moment to look to his son.

"I was just remembered that Ariel and I have a lot of homework to do." Stiles stated making his frustration and annoyance as clear as possible.

"Really, that's what you two were doing up there, homework?" His father questioned looking suspiciously between the both of them. Ariel tried to seem as passive as possible.

"Are you insinuating that we are doing anything else other than our duties as high-schoolers?"

"I am just wondering what exactly you clarify as high school duties."

"Homework is one, which we should be doing."

"I see—Ariel." The she-wolf tensed when the sheriff addressed, forcing a smile she looked to Mr. Stilinski in acknowledgement. "Do you have a lot of homework to do?"

"I um—" She looked between the two males struggling to form an excuse without lying "I have been avoiding assignments due to football that has demanded most of my time."

Ariel had to admit to herself, that wasn't a complete lie. She had been neglecting her assignments.

Stiles grinned quiet pleased by her answer. His father didn't seem to object to the statement, and Stiles hoped he would take that as an excuse so he could drag Ariel back to his room.

"How is that going by the way?"

Stiles groaned at his father's inquisitive question and to make matters worse, Ariel answered.

"Well, we have a match coming up in a week."

"That's wonderful, something to look forward to."

They proceeded to talk for an hour branching from football to various other topics and Stiles sat in his chair growing frustrated by the minute.

Until Ariel mentioned the comic books he had lent to her, then he joined the conversation being perfectly loquacious.

"So that was interesting." Ariel mused just as Stiles parked the jeep before her apartment building.

"I am going to kill him, maybe not kill him, that's a little brutal but I might strangle him, with his own freaking Chinese noodle!" He scowled just at the recollection, glaring the stretch of road with murderous intent.

"You done being dramatic?" Ariel questioned, shooting him an incredulous look. Stiles breathed in a lung full of air before exhaling, slumping for a moment before looking to her and nodding.

"Yeah pretty much."

Ariel smiled and unbuckled her seat belt across her body before leaning over to him. She took his hand resting on the gear gently. He squeezed back in reflex while holding her gaze.

"Look it's clear that your father is just wants to spend more time with you, so maybe you should grant him that." She stated softly and insistently. Stiles sighed and twisted his upper body slightly to have his profile face her.

"But I want to spend time with you, I mean don't you want that?"

"Of course I want that, I've been pretty frustrated too." Ariel grumbled he blinked in surprise not expecting the confession, but the shock was fleeting when a wide smug grin curved at his lips.

"Really, do elaborate." He insisted playfully, leaning over the console to be closer to her. Ariel's expression softened and her electric blue eyes intensified in spirit to his words. Purposefully she lowered her gaze to his lips, admiring his deep cupids bow and the pale pink shade and the voluptuous shape of his mouth.

"Sometimes I stay up at night, thinking about you and all the different places we could have our own little—delicious indiscretion." She enunciated each word breathlessly with hot intent. Stiles hung on to each syllable while fighting his own desire.

"Whoa—really—that's um, like where?" Stiles cursed mentally for sounding so clumsy, he was the one who initiated the topic of conversation in the first place. Though it didn't really feel like a conversation more like her touching him without actually using her hands. He wondered how such things were possible.

"Any enclosed space, sometimes..." She murmured effortlessly but then she sharply looked at him, her azure eyes gleaming in possessively. She leaned in, their lips almost touching and Stiles held his breath when she whispered "This very jeep."

A shaky breath escaped his lips and she grinned wickedly amused by the reactions she had coaxed from him.

"You are really killing me here Ariel." He whispered his tortured gaze focused on her. She stared wordlessly and he reached out to cup her face. He watched her relax into the palm of his hand, her eyes fanning shut for a brief moment. His heart warmed, watching her serene expression attentively.

"Think you would be free this weekend?" He asked his fingers brushing through her hair, her eyes fluttered open and she looked to him.

"Weekend free I will be." Stiles grinned at her Yoda speech "You can help me with this assignment."

"Assignment...sure." He drawled and winked; Ariel smiled and shook her head in dismissal.

"That wasn't code for what you think it is I actually do need help. It's chemistry."

His smile fell instantly.

"Oh, yeah sure no problem." He quickly added to cover up his obvious disappointment. Ariel smiled at his adorable nature.

"Of course no good deed goes unrewarded." She murmured in promise and his brown eyes lit up in excitement. She pressed her lips to his and Stiles kissed back, holding her head in place by clutching on to her auburn tresses, intensifying the kiss.

They pulled away reluctantly, he watched her—utterly smitten as he caressed the side of her face. Ariel smiled dazzlingly lighting up her lightening blue eyes. She admired his thick dark winged eyebrows down to the cute up turn of his nose to the sweet moles, absorbing every detail carefully.

"Good night." She breathed picking up her shoulder bag from her lap to shrug it on.

"Sweet dreams." He replied smiling affectionately.

"Indeed." She murmured pressing one last chaste kiss to his lips before exiting the vehicle. Stiles watched her leave in his usual dazed way, wondering why every night had to end with one of them leaving. Stiles began to fantasize about a time where he would wake up beside her after spending an entire night. He hoped and prayed that the time would come sooner than later.

"So how did you two meet?" Claire inquired casually as they practiced kicks by passing the ball to each other.

"In a cemetery." Ariel stated factually, stopping the ball from the base of her shoe and then passing it to Claire again.

The shorter teen stared at the she-wolf in surprise. "A cemetery that is so...romantic?"

Ariel smirked in recollection of Stiles's shocked expression and the way he grabbed his chest like he was suffering an apoplectic fit "I suppose it's a little odd,"

"So do you love him?"

Ariel stilled looking to Claire.

"What?"

Claire had intended on embarrassing Ariel with her sly statement, but Ariel was more startled than abashed and Claire immediately fumbled for an apology.

"I am so sorry that was so ass-a-holically idiotic of me, it's none of my business and I probably just freaked you out too I am sorry."

In normal circumstances Ariel would have wondered what the term ass-a-holic meant. She knew it wasn't actual word but all that echoed in her mind was Claire's question

Do you love him?

For the first time in her life, Ariel didn't have an answer.

"Ariel!" She was shocked out of her thoughts like a jolt of electricity from the familiar voice that called her name. Ariel spun around to find Stiles running up to her with his usual boyish grin and his school bag bouncing on his back. She stared unable to look away, watching the way the sun's rays highlighted his chocolate brown hair.

"Hey um, sorry to disturb your practice and stuff." He said the moment he approached her. Ariel immediately snapped out of her thoughts and managed a smile.

"You are not disturbing. I was just talking to Claire over there." She paused to replay her words in her mind when Stiles smiled in amusement "I just rhymed."

He chuckled and nodded but then blinked as if suddenly remembering something. He shrugged off one strap of his bag to bring the back-pack from behind him and balanced it on his hip.

Ariel took the chance to glance at Claire who was busying herself with the football and completely avoiding her.

"I was at the vending machine and I got this bottle of water, figured you might be thirsty or something." Stiles states bring out a cylinder shaped plastic bottle with drops of precipitation little all over the transparent surface. Ariel stared speechlessly as her heart warmed from the gesture. She had forgotten how considerate Stiles was.

"Thanks but I already have one, Bradley stopped by."

She expected him to understand. After all it was just one bottle of water which he could probably put to better us considering how dehydrated he was most of the time. Ariel was not expecting the way his smile abruptly fell at her statement.

"Oh—that's great, just perfect." She heard the bitterness in his voice, and saw the way he was desperately trying to keep his facial features from revealing how upset he was. Ariel immediately tensed in alert, wondering what she had said to cause such a reaction.

"What's wrong?"

His gaze snapped to meet hers and Ariel was astounded by the unhinged annoyance, but he blinked rapidly and averted his eyes to the bag. Busying him with shoving the bottle back into the recess of his school bag "What-what nothing is wrong just you already got a bottle of water so there is no point in me being here."

"Stiles wh—"She attempted to reach out to him.

"I am going to go, I'll see you later." He turned and marched off and Ariel stood still and staring after him, wondering what on earth just happened.

Stupid stupid.

Stiles cursed while marching through the school corridor with no real destination in mind.

Why did I have to over react like that it was no big deal right? Damn Ariel is going to think I am some kinda psycho I didn't have to snap at her she—damn it!

He arrived at his locker and instead of opening it he began to thump his forehead against it as if to snap sense into himself.

Stupid Bradley what kinda last name is Raider anyway? I know, Raider of other men's girlfriends that's what he is.

The shrill of the school bell startled and his attention immediately darted to the red bell on the way above the lockers. The bell rang on and students from various classes immediately began to shuffle out of their classrooms and fill the hallways. The walls were filled with chatter and banging of lockers and skidding of shoe soles against tile. Stiles remained standing in front of his locker, closing his eyes and trying to drown out the noise.

"Why did you storm off like that?"

Stiles nearly fell from the shock of Ariel's sudden appearance right beside him. She was dressed in her royal blue button up shirt and usual black jeans. She had showered and changed out of her uniform in haste. He could tell by the way the collars of her shirt were turned up slightly and the buttons at the end weren't done, but her arms were folded in front of her chest and she was watching him extremely keenly.

"I didn't storm of I walked away, briskly." He corrected in a snooty manner "I just didn't want to hear about how my girlfriend is excepting charity from the hottest freshmen of the year." Her dark brows furrowed at his words and Stiles tensed. Realizing at he had never seen Ariel look annoyed before, at least not at him. Her lips parted to utter a response when she froze as if the wheels in her head were turning in a new found realization.

"Wait, are you jealous of Bradley?"

Stiles was instantly defensive.

"No, no pfft what made you think that?"

She smirked, her previous irritation fading away to a look of complete and utter amusement. She leaned against the lockers as her gaze absorbed in his blushing face and scowling expression.

"You know jealousy is a strangely attractive quality on you." She mused and that hungry look that dilated her pupils.

The entire repertoire of hysterical words in his mind immediately disappeared from that one simple sentence.

"Alright fine I am jealous, have you seen the man? He is all muscle and pearly white smile." He wasn't going to deny it anymore, not just because she found him appealing as a green-eyed teen—but there was no point, especially when she saw right through him. More than that Stiles needed assurance. Desperately before his mind began to draw anymore absurd conclusions.

"Yes but I am not attracted to him, his personality matches that of Aiden and you've seen the way I treat him."

"Yeah but—"

"I don't understand how you could possibly think that I would ever associate myself with him. Other than a few measly exchanges in the corridor or in the field when he comes to see Claire. His relationship to me is that of a water boy." The gleam in her eyes softened in to one of gentle fondness as she took a step towards him, smiling tenderly "Are you jealous of the water boy Stilinski?"

Stiles sighed though the tension in his expression didn't lift. He had to admit her words made sense and maybe, just maybe he had over thought things "Fine, you made your point. But he is attracted to you and you should see the way he stares at you like he is undressing you with his eyes."

"You undress me with your eyes." She noted in amusement. Stiles face blushed scarlet at her keen observation—and he thought he was subtle about it.

"Yes but that's different, my intentions are pure. His are not." He grumbled in defiance, Ariel snorted.

"Clearly he is not aware that we are involved. I am sure if he was he would let me be. Do you want me to tell him?"

The moment those words left her lips Bradley exited from the door adjacent to the lockers they stood next to. Stiles immediately saw him surrounded by his usual group of friends, but Bradley's attention was honed in on the oblivious Ariel. His stare was squinted in an almost predatory gaze and Stiles immediately felt possessive.

"No I can make sure that he knows." He stated looking to Ariel who was patiently waiting for an answer. She smiled pleased by his words and nodded.

"Good then you can—"Her words were silenced when Stiles unexpectedly grasped her by the nape of the neck and kissed her. She fell against him, staring at his closed eyelids with a wide eyed gaze. But the intensity of the kiss smothered her spiraling thoughts and she melted into the warmth of his mouth on hers.

His plan was to kiss her in a dramatic notion to make a point to Brad, who he hoped was watching. But the moment their lips met everything around them and in his mind faded away.

They were unaware of the few faces that stood still staring in shock and wondering why the Stilinski boy and the new girl were lip locking so heatedly. Stiles never considered himself to be a person who promoted PDA but he just couldn't help himself, after it was part of his irrational tendencies.

They pulled away, breathing hard but remaining close. The tip of his nose pressed into her cheek as he stared into her swirling blue eyes that reflected his own desire.

Movement from the corner of his eyes grabbed his attention for a moment. Stiles looked to find Bradley glaring at him but sharply looked away when he found Stiles watching him. Bradley stomped off secluding himself while his posse remained gaping at Stiles. He grinned and looked to Ariel was watching Bradley's retreating back.

"Okay, I think I can safely say that problem is solved." He gasped out his touch moving down to her free hands. Ariel smiled in a way that lit up her tempestuous azure eyes.

"Indeed," She murmured, he beamed and grasped her hand gently in his.

"So lunch?" He suggested his honey brown eyes twinkling. Ariel could only roll her eyes with a trace of smile at her bee kissed lips.