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Stiles was slow to realize that he had read the same speech bubble in his latest Batman comic at least a dozen times. He wasn't even irritated by it, sighing he fold the graphic novel shut and gazed up at the ceiling from on top of his bed. He averted his gaze to his cell phone that lay on the bed beside him. The vacant black screen beckoning him.

He wanted to call Ariel, every fiber of his being ached to see her or simply hear her voice. Stiles knew he should be completing his homework, but the mere thought of the pile of text books on his table made him lethargic.

But he didn't want to impose his procrastination on to Ariel, she must be busy with assignments right?

Oh hell with it.

He reached out planting his wide palm over the phone when the screen suddenly blared to life. Surprised, he picked up the phone and looked at the ID of the caller, grinning wide he allowed his thumb to slide over the screen before bringing the mobile to his ear.

"So your mystical omniscient powers reach beyond the usual popping through a window and to cell phones now."

"Is that your way of telling me you missed me and you were just about to call me?" Her soft voice inquired and his smile widened, dimples deepening.

"In more words than most, yes." He made himself comfortable against the soft mattress. "What's up?"

"Well I was wondering if you like to stop by."

"Stop by?"

"Yes, I am bored and you always entertain me."

"That's a lot of pressure to put on one person, what if one day I cease to amuse you huh? What then?" Stiles demanded feigning the act of being insulted.

"I highly doubt that." She murmured without a moment's hesitation. Stiles was reeled, not expecting the words to leave her lips. Ariel was a little concerned by the lack of a reply from him for the longest time.

"So I'll see you in fifteen, then?"

"Looking forward to it."

Ariel had opened the door just as Stiles had raised his hand to the bell. Her luminescent face and pretty blue eyes instantly charmed him.

"Hey," he greeted beaming at her, she smiled.

"Hello."

Stiles didn't resist the magnetic pull of his body to hers and stepped into the threshold before placing a chaste kiss to the side of her face. He took note of the casual shirt and pair of faded blue jeans she wore. It was different compared to her usual button up blouses.

"I see the lack of six feet tall muscle occupying your living room furniture." He mused glancing in the direction of the living room where the TV was frozen on a movie that looked familiar "Where did the Jaeger Project run off to?"

"They are spending the night with their respective partners I believe, and Deucalion is off doing God knows what." Ariel answered in her usual calm tone while shutting the door behind him.

"So it's just you and me...alone." The realization to him excited him more than he was trying to suppress. He turned his attention away from the living room and to her, Ariel was watching him silently.

"Yes, afraid I'll take advantage of you?" She murmured stepping to him and staring deep into his eyes.

"It's not really taking advantage when I am cooperative." He retorted and she grinned. That crackling heat between them was back again and this time Stiles wasn't the one to look away first.

"I was um, watching that movie you were telling me about." She said almost bashfully, he was thoroughly charmed.

"O-oh, which one? I mentioned a lot of movies."

"Yeah, the list was helpful thank you. I am still working my way through that."

"Great, I can help." Stiles exclaimed, grasping her hand in his and dragging her in the direction of the living space. They sat down on the wide black leather couch facing the TV. Ariel picked up the remote and pressed on a button and the movie began to play again. Stiles instantly recognized the film.

"Oh, the Matrix—I was not expecting that."

"It's interesting. Their theory on reality is quite fascinating." Ariel stated from beside him. Stiles grinned at her words and threw his arm on the head rest behind her.

"You are at the best part, keep watching." He chided eagerly. It was the part of the movie when Neo was stuck in the Matrix and the big face off with Agent Smith was about to begin. During the entire movie Stiles was more fascinated by his girlfriend's reactions than the actual movie. He figured Ariel was the type of girl to be more captivated by an action packed show than something as boring as a Jane Austen adaption.

The credits rolled and Ariel leaned back into the leather seat before clicking off the television.

"So so what do you think?" Stiles demanded, enthusiastic for her response

"The ending was...explosive, I liked it." She stated, genuinely pleased.

"Yay." Stiles expressed merrily by squeezing his fingers into a fist and grinning wide "Good thing there are two more movies left. I really want to know what you think of the next one. Plus I have my own theories about the Matrix."

Stiles rambled, unaware of the keen way Ariel watched him.

"Really? What's your theory?" She asked in a dazed whisper.

"Well I read and discussed in many forums in reference to the second movie that..." He froze, caught under the gleam of her deep blue eyes. He didn't know how it was possible for his face to get hot just from a look from her. "You don't really care about my theory do you?"

She smiled softly "No I do." She moved closer, reaching out to him and gently stroking the side of his face. Her eyelids heavy with a need he shared "Just not right now."

"Oh that's fine actually because...um...you should see the sequel first—"Stiles's clumsy rambling came to a slow, permanent stop when her smiling lips descended down upon his mouth. The simple brush of her lips on his sent a sudden spark through his veins. His body trembled in reaction. His left hand instantly grasped the nape of her neck as their lips molded.

She gripped at the lapels of his shirt and twisted around to face him completely while climbing on to her knees. His head craned back while trying to drink in her kisses and follow her movements at the same time, she straddled him carefully and his breathing hitched.

He kissed her with a sudden aching fervor, unable to ignore the lock and key fit of their bodies. Ariel held his face passionately in her hands as their tongues mated ardently.

She wanted nothing more than to have him on that couch, regardless of the consequences. But then a whisper of a voice in the back of her mind reminded her of his chastity, in his trembling touch and kiss. Conjuring some superhuman effort she managed to tear her mouth of his and take in a lungful of air.

"Stiles," She gasped he groaned from the absence of her mouth and reluctantly opened his eyes. Meeting her electric gaze Stiles began to realize his own intensity from how fast and hard his heart was pounding. His jaw moved to speak out in question when her hands trailed down to his and gripped his fingers tightly.

"Come." She breathed secretively with gleaming eyes. Perplexed, Stiles watched her get to her feet and tug at his arms. He stood up, still shaky from the kiss and she smiled meekly, pulling him after her.

She led him silently past the entrance and down a short corridor. It immediately dawned on to him the destination of her guidance. His pulse was racing wildly at this time. Even as she brought him into her room and released her grip on his hand for a short moment to shut the door before turning to him.

Ariel watched carefully as Stiles eyed her bed, his hands rubbing together in a nervous act. Feeling her stare he looked to her and managed a feeble little smile that immediately softened the heat in her eyes.

She approached him in quick steps, grasping both his large hands in hers while gazing into his vulnerable honey eyes.

"We don't have to if—" She began to say softly.

"No, no I want to—I do." Stiles quickly cut in. He heaved a heavy sigh and grinned bashfully. His gaze moved to her hands in his as if finding fascination in her fingers "I guess I am a little nervous, cliché as it is."

He lifted his stare to meet her tender gaze.

"Are you sure?" He forced out, Ariel smiled luminously.

"I was presented with a golden opportunity. Forgive me if I seem a little imposing." She stated apologetically. Stiles had to agree, there was no one in the apartment other than them. Ariel stepped closer, squeezing his fingers in her grip fondly. He saw the clear cut determination glowing in her eyes "I want to be with you, more than anything."

He stared wide eyed and mute with trembling amazement.

"Wow okay did not expect that— so I am just going to go ahead and kiss you right now because I literally have nothing else to counter that." He stopped his own rambling by grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her with renewed intent.

Her heart fluttered from the kiss but she immediately replied with the same intensity. They eagerly yanked off each garment of clothing from the torso up as their legs moved in a clumsy dance towards the bed. Deep ragged breathing left their lips that only parted for a fraction of a second to inhale again before continuing to kiss.

Stiles felt prodding pressure on the calves of his long legs. The sensation was fleeting and of little consequence when he struggled to keep his hands off her. She pressed up against him. Eager for his warmth and the weight of her body on his resulted in them falling on to the mattress.

A midst the eager heated kisses and fumbling of clothes there was a certain intimacy. When Ariel knelt astride him on all fours while kissing him with wild need, Stiles was clumsily attempting to unbutton her jeans. She couldn't help but smile against his lips which he obviously took notice of and pouted. Before making a comment about the ridiculous size of the copper buttons in a way that made her laugh.

Stiles sighed, her laughter always eased him. It was airless and affectionate. He met her gaze that shined for him and Stiles froze for a moment. Marveled by the sight of her face hovering above his. His stare travelled down the pink tint of her cheeks to her bee kissed lips back up to her electric blue eyes. Her deep red hair tumbled down in soft waves. A few strands tickling his face, the alluring scent of flowers in a pine forest filling his senses.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful he thought she was, not just in body but soul. How everything about her enticed him in the strangest ways at times, and how he can't imagine having this moment with anyone than her. But speaking felt unattainable, especially when her lips descended upon his mouth again.

Ariel's lips brushed down his chin, the length of his neck and against a throbbing artery. He took a sudden intake of breath when her teeth gently nipped at his throat. He stifled a groan as his head fell back. Drinking in the pleasure as her exploratory kisses moved across his chest and down to his flat stomach.

She could feel every pull of muscle when he squirmed as her lips skimmed dreamily along the smooth lines and ridges of his sculpted belly. Ariel wasn't expecting him to be so well built. Sure she had his suspicions but his body was a lot better than she had perceived it to be, he was beautiful.

She loved the low scratchy moans that left his lips. It was bewitching and only ignited her lust further. She pulled away to watch his handsome face while her fingers moved to unbuckle the belt of his pants. His eyes snapped open at the feeling of his pants freeing and looked into her eyes, a deep blush colouring his startled face.

"Ariel I, I didn't bring a uh—"

"I have one." She cut in, her voice breathless and heady. His dark brows flew up in surprise, stuttering for a reply.

"You do?" He uttered. She nodded and Stiles watch her slim fingers dig into her pant pocket and pull out a familiar small square shaped packet. He tried not to think about the fact that she was clearly prepared for this. He felt his face reddened from the boldness of it all.

"Well um that's great, saves me the trouble. Not that I didn't want to because I already had one—I just didn't think you would want to do it anytime soon." Ariel smiled, he was so cute when he was nervous. She moved back and settled down into a seating position on his lap. Stiles wormed up to sit up against the head board, watching her with those honey brown eyes she loved.

"I just got to the point where fantasizing was just not enough," Ariel mused, keeping a hold of the condom packet between her finger tips, ready to tear it. Their eyes met and he was immediately caught under the unashamed heat dancing in her electric blue eyes.

"Wouldn't you agree?" She murmured. Stiles grinned in amazement before swiftly reaching up and running his fingers through her tumbling hair, holding her head in place.

"My God—yes." He groaned before smashing his mouth onto hers. Ariel was surprised at first but then she couldn't help but smile against his lips, amused by his declaration.

In fumbling motions and in between kisses she had managed to rip into the foil and after that, the motions became more demanding.

Stiles Stilinski remained motionless on the bed. He was breathing heavily, blinking profoundly and grinning in sated bliss. He was trying his best not to replay the events that had just occurred in his mind because he was afraid that if he did, he would want to reenact them again.

And it had already been four times.

Ariel felt a regretful of all the jokes she had made of his stamina, Stiles clearly had more than he let on. She guessed it depended entirely on the kind of motivation. She wasn't complaining. She had enjoyed the experience just as much.

They lay there, tangled limbs and sheets. Stiles was on his back trying to normalize his breathing. Ariel was very aware of the goofy grin stretched across his blushing face.

Tucking the bed sheet under her arms. Ariel rolled on to her side and rested her head on her arm and stared at him. She was attempting to memorize each feature, her slim fingers tracing patterns across his skin. Stiles watched her from the corner of his eyes, determined not the break the silence between them. Her lips were pressed to the edge of his shoulder. Stiles wondered if she was aware of the way had one leg wrapped around him from the side.

How did I get so damn lucky? He wondered, shifting on to his side to reach out and run his fingers through her hair.

"Thirteen," she abruptly murmured.

"What?" Stiles questioned, breaking out of his trance. She looked up, gazing into his eyes with her brilliant blue orbs.

"You have thirteen moles none seem to be cancerous from the looks of it." She said, Stiles dead panned.

"You really know how to set the mood." He grumbled sarcastically. She grinned and Stiles squirmed into a more comfortable position and pillowed the side of his head in the crook of his arm.

"I've been told I am quiet the romantic."

"By whom?" He asked she shot him a look.

"I was being sarcastic."

Stiles grinned, cheekily while toying with a thick strand of her deep red hair "I know but that was my way of asking who your first was."

Ariel stared silently before turning onto her back and averting her gaze to the ceiling.

"That is my business." Stiles pouted at her dismissive gesture and wrapped his arm tightly around her slim waist.

"Oh come on, you know how I lost mine." He reminded her, leaning over her form to catch her attention. Ariel looked to him and smiled, charmed by his words.

"Indeed I do." She replied, reaching up and flicking his forehead. Stiles grinned and she narrowed her gaze playfully before sighing in defeat "It's not a romantic tale if that's what you're hoping it to be."

"Believe me. No current boyfriend wants to hear about their girlfriend's first time being 'romantic'." Stiles retorted in a matter of fact tone while hugging her closer to his body.

Ariel curled into the warmth he offered. Stiles got comfortable by leaning back into the soft pillow under him while keeping a possessive hold on her. Ariel liked the feeling of being held by him, she gingerly played with the crisp hairs of his arms.

"Yes, I suppose that makes sense." She replied staring into his eyes. Stiles lay there, patiently waiting for her to begin the story. Ariel gazed back silently, gathering her thoughts.

"His name was Cole and we were both part of the same pack, back when Bridget was still around."

"Why do all you werewolves have such ancient names?"

"You really want to pull at the name card, Stiles." She mused sardonically, daring him to argue with her. Considering his name was strange on its own.

"Point taken, please continue."

"Most of us were already of age, full moons and raging wolf hormones were never really a bother to me. As in I didn't behave the way other she-wolves did in my pack. I kept to myself most of the time, spoke when spoken to and overall not as enthusiastic as the others. But Cole always made more of an effort to talk to me. I guess it makes sense now why." She gave a lethargic lift of her shoulders, avoiding his gaze.

"Anyway Cole and I were paired up for a border run, it's when the eldest of the young ones were chosen to do rounds to make sure there wasn't any unsuspecting danger around, plus it was a full moon that night so danger was always at a knife's edge. Along with other things."

"It just happened?" Stiles asked when it dawned on to him that was pretty much the her the tale of her losing her virginity.

"Pretty much." She voiced lowly "It was a little confusing afterwards when he ignored my existence."

"What?" He demanded, shocked by her words.

"What?" She echoed, confused by his sudden reactions. Stiles immediately tried to calm the vengeance he felt within. Ariel was pretty sensitive to his responses now and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her.

"He ignored you?" He asked, softly.

"Yes, I suppose it was a little strange for him too, guess I wasn't—"

"Don't say it, because it's not true." He cut in hastily. Ariel fell silent, marveled by the annoyance in his expression that made his eyebrows furrow in dislike "This James sounds like an enormous douche-bag."

"Cole." She corrected, amused by the sly way he failed to remember the name "A douche-bag? I failed to see how an ancient method of female sanitary purposes could be used as an insult."

"Well it's—I'll show you the urban dictionary explanation later." Her curious unawareness of the little things both amused and shocked him. Ariel nodded in agreement before averting her gaze to the ceiling, the light in her eyes had dimmed contemplatively.

"I didn't really have anyone else since him. Never really found it to be pleasurable." She paused to look to him from under her long lashes "Until now of course."

Stiles was blushing instantly "Well that's a relief, because let me tell you. It would be pretty awkward if you didn't like that as much as I did."

Ariel grinned, her pretty face lighting up in delight. She rolled onto her front, keeping her eyes focused on his boyish good looks "I was surprised too, which was why we had to do it a couple of times afterwards— just to be sure."

Stiles chuckled, low and deep like she always liked. His wide slender hands slid down her back, tracing the sinuous curve of her spine. Ariel in turn allowed her fingers to explore the breadth of his chest and up the lines of his throat.

"You should know." He began to speak, grabbing her attention "You will never be someone I would want to just have one night with and then disregard the next day."

Ariel stilled under his words and Stiles tensed, his jumpy mind replaying the moment in his head.

"That sounded so clumsy, let me start ag—"He was silenced by her lips on his again. The bed sheet ruffled when Ariel climbed over his body while never breaking the kiss. Stiles surrender to the pleasure that swallowed him like a wave. He braced his hands on the naked flesh of her waist. Ariel settled down on his lap, her fingers combing through his thick crop of hair, clenching and tugging deliciously. He moaned into the kiss, leaning up pressing further against her soft, warm mouth. Ariel liked how demanding he was being. More than that she loved how he had learned to give to his needs, completely at ease.

His hands ran up, curving at her sides. His thumb brushing over her rib cage and pressing into the flesh. Her breathing hitched. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bracing herself against the pleasure that shot through her body.

Stiles broke the kiss to gather oxygen to his lungs and Ariel buried her face into the crook of his neck, nipping and kissing lovingly.

"You should know." She murmured her breath hot and jagged against his skin. "You are never going to be someone I could get enough of."

Stiles had no objections to that.

Aiden stepped into the penthouse with his twin following behind.

"She must be out." Ethan mused, noticing the lack of Ariel to greet them before they opened the door. She was always attentive that way.

"But the lights were on." Aiden pointed out, his gaze flicking to the living room.

"Did you forget to turn them off again?" the twin snapped glaring in Aiden's direction.

"Put a cork in it, Nancy. I swear I remembered to—"Aiden's grumbling voice came to a halt when he stomped in the direction and found someone he was least expecting.

"Stilinski, what on earth are you doing here?" Stiles was rifling through the kitchen cabinets when Aiden caught his attention. The twin was looking from the teenager to the short pile of pancakes placed on individual white plates and carefully on a wooden tray on top of the counter. Stiles was dressed in a pair of plaid boxers that reached his knees and one of his signature band tees, his hair was tousled boyishly.

"I uh I'm." Stiles gave up trying to come up with an excuse and gave an exasperated look in werewolf's direction "Where do you keep your tissues?"

"Do we look like we keep track of groceries?" Aiden retorted smartly. Stiles rolled his eyes and continued to search through the cabinets above him.

"Wait a minute. Is this what I think this is?" Ethan wondered, moving to the opposite side of the counter and staring at the freshly made pile of pancakes, breathing in its delicious scent.

"What?" Aiden demanded, unsure of what Ethan saw in two plates of pancakes.

"Oh yes, looks like somebody got some."

"Some what?"

"You really don't see it."

Aiden's dark brows furrowed in concentration, but then his expression suddenly morphed into one of realization "OH."

"Keep it down, she is still a sleep." Stiles hissed having finally found the box of tissues and held it in his grip.

"You made her breakfast, well isn't that just cute." Ethan cooed teasingly, Stiles dead-panned.

"Hey, think you could make us some pancakes?" Aiden asked eagerly while salivating at the sight of the pancakes Stiles had already made.

"What? No." Stilinski shot back, quickly pulling the tray out Aiden's hungry gaze.

"Oh come on, Ariel always makes us pancakes when she is having some." Ethan noted Stiles frowned.

"Get your own damn pancakes."He hissed, careful to keep his voice low to not wake Ariel.

"I can show you how she likes her tea."

This how ever made him reconsider his words.

Ariel found it strange how she got unaccustomed to waking up alone in a few hours. Worry kicked in because she usually never woke up later than nine. She stealthily got dressed into a pair of grey shorts that cut just above her knees and a dark blue t-shirt she found in her drawer. Her first dreadful thought was that Stiles had left, but the sight of his sneakers and socks messily arranged beside her bed eased her immensely.

Barefooted she exited her bedroom and towards the living room.

"Stiles?" She called out, surprised to find Aiden and Ethan's broad backs facing her. They were sitting on the stools facing the kitchen counter and from the sloppy sounds she heard. She guessed they were eating when her presence caught their attention.

"Ariel hey!" They greeted simultaneously, craning their necks to look at her. Her amazed wide eyed stare moved to Stiles who stood behind the kitchen counter, looking miserable with a spatula at hand but the moment their eyes locked, he grinned wide.

"Somebody is up a little later than usual, got a little too athletic last night huh?" Ethan asked teasingly as Ariel brushed past him and into the kitchen.

"Please, it's Stiles. How athletic could they possibly get?" Aiden grumbled while shoving another rolled up pancake into his mouth. Stiles immediately stopped admiring the sexy way Ariel's hair was in disarray in the morning, to shoot a glare at the male wolf.

"See that is why I wanted to spit in your pancake, but unfortunately I am still trying to know how to differentiate between the two of you."

"They would have eaten it anyway, regardless of your DNA." Ariel spoke from beside her boyfriend. Her words didn't carry their usual wit because she was too busy appreciating the pancakes Stiles had made for them and laid out on a tray ready to depart. Ariel guessed the twins showed up and extorted him into cooking for them.

Speaking of, Ariel abruptly remembered a task she had filed away into the back of her mind. Stiles watched her pull at the handle of one of the drawers under the counter in front of her and pull out a lose ten dollar note.

"Here." She slapped the green sheet onto the marble top, in front of Aiden's plate.

"What's this for?" He asked, wiping his hands on a napkin before picking up the money.

"I think you know." She stated factually with a playful gleam in her eyes. Aiden was confused along with Stiles, but then she smiled slyly at Stiles and the notion instantly clicked.

"You used up the entire box?" Aiden exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Somebody had to." Stiles added casually, taking his chance to tick off the wolf.

"Burn." Ethan howled followed by obnoxious laughing, Ariel laughed in that airless way she always did. Aiden didn't appreciate being made fun of but he didn't exactly know what to say to counter those words. Instead he chose to walk away with the little dignity he had.

"Well I better go too, thanks for the pancakes Stilinski." Ethan stated appreciatively, his departure being happier in comparison to his brother. Ariel and Stiles watched him walk into the corridors leading the bedrooms before he disappeared out of their sights.

"I do recall you wanting to exploit their need to please me, not the other way around." Ariel reminded, looking to Stiles.

"Hey Ethan offered to teach me something I couldn't refuse."

"What's that?" She asked. Stiles grinned and turned away for a moment to pick up a white ceramic tea cup and placed it on the counter in front of Ariel.

"How to brew your tea." He murmured pressing a doting kiss to the side of her head.

"Oh?" She uttered curiously, trying not to let how truly precious she found the act. Stiles watched keenly as she delicately picked up the cup by the handle and took a sip of the liquid.

"Not bad, for an American."

"I'll take what I can get."

"Did you call your father? He must be worried sick. He knows you are—"

"Yes, yes, I asked Scott to cover for me, don't worry about it." Stiles cut into her anxious rambling "Besides he stayed at the station working late last night anyway."

"Oh, that's good." Ariel smiled, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Breakfast?" Stiles suggested gesturing to the plates of untouched pancakes. Ariel nodded eagerly.

"Yes but first." She carefully placed the cup back onto the counter before turning to Stiles. He stared confusedly. Ariel grinned radiantly before reaching up and pressing her lips to his. He was surprised at first but slowly melted into the kiss. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and hugging her body to his.

Ariel smiled at the toe-curling way he kissed, her fingers tightly scrunching at the hem of his t-shirt. Slowly they pulled away and Stiles stared down at her with eyes heavy-lidded in a daze.

"Let's eat." Ariel murmured pressing one last kiss to the side of his mouth.

"Huh?" Stiles uttered snapping out of his stupor "Yes right, food."

Ariel grinned from ear to ear, highly pleased by his dazzled state.