I made Stiles wait on the front porch while I threw things around in an attempt to make my home look cleaner. I threw throw pillows on the couch, tossed dirty dishes into the dish washer, and ran to my room to push all my dirty clothes into the hamper. When my room was presentable, I stood back in front of the door. When I opened it slightly, Stiles was messing around on his phone, but when he heard the door open, he looked up to me. This time, there was no goofy smile or his cheeks reddening. He had a small smile on his face as he caught me peeking at him. I opened the door the rest of the way and held a hand out, inviting him into my home.

He took it without a second thought, allowing me to pull him in. When he was all the way inside, I shut the door and leaned against it, letting him look around the small home.

"It fits you." He finally said, turning back to look at me. "Tiny-" I rolled my eyes with a smile. "But with a lot of character." He added, looking again at the artwork that decorated the walls. "Did you paint these?" He asked, standing in front of one.

"No, my brother did." I replied, making my way to the kitchen.

"Oh, your brother?" He asked, glancing at me as I pulled two cups from the cupboard. "And where's he at?" I smiled at his subtle question.

"He's not going to be home until tomorrow afternoon." I replied, pouring a little bit of brandy into each cup. My brother loved the stuff, and always kept a few bottle of liquor in our cabinet.

I stepped back to Stiles, passing him one of the drinks. He smelled it before taking a tentative sip, and nearly choked as it went down. I laughed and pulled him a bit down the hall.

"Do you want something to change into? I'm sure you could wear something of my brother's until your clothes are dry." I went into Finn's room, while Stiles' stood at the entrance, still soaking wet.

I handed him a pair of basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of boxers, pointing him to the bathroom before going into my own room. When I peeled my wet jeans off, I was surprised to find that there were barely a hint of the scratches. Just a few thin pink lines stretching from my knee to my ankle. I sat on my bed for a moment, pondering this. I knew I'd always been a fast healer, but this was insane. Would I turn into the lizard monster? Or would I turn into the hairy creature that Scott had been for just a split second? I traced the lines lightly in thought until I couldn't think of it anymore. Without knowing more, I would have to save it for another day. I changed into a soft v-neck t-shirt, leggings, and put on the cutest bra and underwear that I had. While I wasn't planning on sleeping with him, I definitely wanted to be prepared just in case.

I finished before Stiles, and tossed my clothes into the dryer before making my way to the kitchen, debating what to make. I was positive that Stiles was as hungry as I was.

"Where should I put these?" Stiles asked, holding up his soaking wet track suit. I gestured to the dryer, glad that he started it without me having to walk back over.

He joined me in the kitchen, leaning against a counter as I looked through the fridge. Of course, when I needed it most, there were barely any groceries in there.

"Does pizza sound okay?" I finally asked, shutting the fridge and leaning against it.

"Pizza sounds great." I felt a grin spread across my face as I passed Stiles the phone, getting him to order as I poured more into our drinks.

"What do you want?" He asked as the line was ringing.

"Veggie with no olives." I answered, stepping closer to him. "Get whatever you want." I added, taking another step to him. He narrowed his eyes at me as I stepped into his comfort zone, sliding my arms around his waist. I'd waited long enough.

"What are you. . ." Stiles whispered, when the employee picked up. "Hi-yeah, I want to place a delivery order?" He seemed to ask, though his eyes didn't leave mine. I leaned into his neck, placing a kiss at the base of his neck. "A-Address?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to give me more room. I told him my address, waiting until he relayed it to the phone before continuing peppering his neck with kisses. His free hand slid up my waist and to the back of my head, lightly tugging my hair in an effort to keep me away for a moment while he made the order.

My whole body was warm as I threw caution to the wind. I tugged aside the neck of the shirt, biting lightly at the skin. Stiles groaned into the phone, and I smiled against his skin while he stuttered into the phone that the order was right. "Twenty minutes?" He asked, his free hand once again grabbing at my hair to pull me away, more firmly this time. I bit my lip as our eyes connected. His chocolate eyes were darker than normal, and he looked at me under his lashes, practically stealing my breath away. He tossed the phone on the counter, his other hand now resting on my hip. "Christ woman, are you trying to kill me?" He asked, the hand in my hair forcing me closer. I chewed on my lip for a moment before licking them, his eyes flicking down to them. The tension in the air was so palpable you could cut it with a knife. We stayed locked in that position for a moment, neither of us daring to breathe. And then, he lunged after my lips, pressing into them with urgency. One of my hands rested against the back of his neck, keeping him as close to me as I could, while the other trailed up his back, tugging the fabric in no specific direction.

His kiss ignited flames inside me, his touch seeming to lead the way to the surface of my skin. He turned us so that I was pressed against the counter, lifting me easily onto the countertop. The hand in my hair pulled me back from the kiss, and Stiles moved his mouth from my lips to my neck, sucking and biting the skin as I caught my breath. My eyes were closed as he bit at the base of my neck, a moan escaping me as he sucked in the same spot. The hand that wasn't tangled in my hair hooked under my knee, yanking me flush against him. The hand trailed up my knee, rubbing the thick fabric of my leggings. I pushed Stiles away from me suddenly, leaving both of us to stare at each other with abandon. His eyes were ravenous as they looked me over with lust, his shirt disheveled and a very noticeable bulge in the basketball shorts. I jumped from the counter and walked past him to the couch, shooting an expectant glance at him as I stood in front of the couch.

He happily obliged, pushing me down on top of the couch before climbing on top. Our mouths were quickly connected again. My hands roaming his back while one of his hands ran along my thigh. When I tilted my head up, he kissed down my neck again. His other hand knotted in my hair, pulling it in the direction he wanted. I raised my hips to meet his, grinding up against his. He groaned and pushed back, and I could feel the bulge against me. I pushed back again, and the hand that had been travelling up my side reached underneath my back, making us roll over so that I was on top. I grinned down at Stiles, who released his hand from my hair and set them on my hips, taking a moment to look up at me. His lips were redder than normal, his cheeks flushed, and his pupils were blown. My breath caught in my throat at how beautiful he looked. I mean, I always saw Stiles as the nerdy classmate, but I'd never stopped to really take in his high cheekbones, or the way he bit his bottom lip in thought. This time, when I leaned down to kiss him, it was much slower. One of his hands still rested on my hip, but the other held my neck, the tips of his fingers lost in my hair.

I kept one hand on the edge of the couch, but the other held his cheek as we pressed our lips together. He kissed me with something akin to passion, as though if we were separated we'd never be able to touch each other like this again. I couldn't even process what was happening as we held each other tightly, our lips breaking apart for only a moment to look deep into each other's eyes before we came back together again.

This was not just some random fuck. This was what songs and poems were always trying to capture. To be so close to someone that you can't find where you end and they begin. When you're so lost in them that you don't even realize how long you've been kissing them.

The doorbell rang, scaring me off of the couch and onto the floor. Stiles leaned over the edge, an accomplished grin on his face as I scrambled to answer the door.

A guy a few years older than us quickly gave me the pizzas and took the money from me. After insisting he keep the change, I moved back to Stiles. He'd managed to compose himself, sitting up on the couch with an arm thrown around the back of the couch. I set the pizzas on the coffee table and turned on the tv, wanting some mindless noise on to keep it from being awkward.

"Do you want to waaattchhh… Home Improvements or Myth Busters?" I asked, ready to flip to either channel.

"Myth Busters, is that even a question?" Stiles answered with a scoff.

"I had to test if you were gay or not." I replied with a laugh as I settled down beside him, opening our pizza boxes.

"I can think of a few other ways to test that. . ." He hinted, earning a smack against his shoulder. He laughed as we began eating, chatting mindlessly about the show and what are plans for Summer were.

"You can't tell me that you had a mullet in the third grade and then not let me see it!" Stiles countered, glancing around the living room. "Don't you hang school pictures?"

I shook my head with a proud smile on my face, my legs tucked underneath me. "Got rid of all of them when my dad moved out." I smirked when Stiles pouted at me. I didn't waver, but instead I stood up from the couch and stretched my arms above my head.

"Is that all you've got?" I asked, turning off the tv.

He didn't say anything, and I walked slowly to the hallway, tugging off my t-shirt at the beginning. "You coming?" I asked, casting a glance over my shoulder at Stiles, whose jaw had gone slack. I grinned and used a finger to motion him to come on, disappearing into my room while he stumbled around my living room.

I managed to slip out of my leggings before Stiles followed behind me, catching himself on my door frame. I stood in front of my bed, letting my eyes drag over his tall figure. He took purposeful steps towards me. Once he was right in front of me, he paused for a moment. One of his wound around my waist, while the other knotted into my hair, tilting me up to look at him. I fought the urge to moan, not having expected Stiles to be so confident right off the bat. However, I was definitely not complaining. Stiles ghosted his lips over mine. I brought both my hands to his hips, rubbing the shirt gently up. Stiles pulled away from me for a moment, making eye contact with me.

"Are you sure?" He asked huskily, his hands frozen on my body. "I mean, I definitely want to but if you don't want to then it-its one hundred percent okay." I felt a grin spread on my face. There's Stiles.

"I'm sure." I replied as I placed one hand on his neck, urging him to my level. He pressed his lips against mine, slowly and softly. He seemed almost hesitant to go any farther, even when I bit his lip lightly he didn't move his hands. I'd had enough waiting. One hand still on his waist, I grabbed the one he had resting on my own and moved it to my chest, squeezing my own hand while Stiles' kissing suddenly got much more urgent. He bit my bottom lip before kissing his way down my neck, biting at the skin while tugging my hair. I groaned when he bit at the base of my neck, arching my body into him.

He suddenly pushed me onto the bed, ripping his shirt off before climbing on top of me, peppering kisses up my legs. Both hands hooked under my knees before dragging me closer to him. I grinned and settled my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his cheek before moving back to his mouth, the taste of pizza still lingering. He pressed his hips into mine, and I greedily pushed mine into his. One of his hands made its way to the side of my underwear, pulling it down my hips until he had to sit up so that he could pull it off all the way. For a moment he didn't lose eye contact, but then he bent down to between my legs. I allowed my hands to wonder into his hair. When I looked up to the ceiling, he finally pounced, licking between my folds and allowing his hands to rest on top of my thighs, pulling them to rest on each of his shoulders.

I moaned and writhed underneath him, not entirely sure what he was doing but definitely enjoying it. "God, Stiles." I moaned out, one of my hands abandoning his hair found solace in the sheets on my bed, tugging it to try and release some tension. He grinned against me, turning his head to lightly bite my thigh.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, kissing closer to my clit.

"No, no please don't." I practically begged, trying to guide him back to what he was doing.

"Don't. . . What?" He asked, kissing lightly against my folds.

"Don't stop!" I groaned out, lifting my hips. He gladly obliged, resuming his licking and kissing, my moans growing louder.

"You taste so good." He told me, taking a moment to breathe. I groaned in dissatisfaction, having been so close. He kissed at my thighs, and one of his hands moved from my outer thigh to inner. The back of his fingers danced along the sensitive skin, making me pause my movements. I looked down at Stiles, who was hungrily watching my reactions, his eyes dark. When the ghosted along my lips, I pushed my hips up, wanting him to quit teasing me. "If you want it, you have to say it." He growled. I moaned, and moved my hips again, feeling a little shy.

"Please." I moaned out, his fingers just dancing above my clitoris.

"Say it all." He kissed my thigh, clearly taking enjoyment in me begging.

"Stiles. . ." I began, frustration building in me. He grinned wolfishly up at me, one finger dragging between my folds. I groaned and pushed my hips towards him, but he easily lifted his fingers away, kissing again at my thigh. I felt my resolve dissipate at the sight of him between my legs. "God, just fuck me already." I groaned out, throwing my head back on the pillow.

"We can work on it." He insisted. His finger slid inside of me, pumping just a few times before he added another. I fought the urge to writhe underneath him. Jesus this could not be his first time because there was no way he'd learned this on his own. He ducked his head between my legs again, licking my clitoris while he pumped his fingers in and out. His other hand held my hip onto the mattress, fingers splayed across my stomach, I couldn't stop the moans that spilled from my mouth, lost in the moment.

I felt the familiar balloon of tension growing in my stomach, and I tried desperately to hold onto that feeling, unwilling to start over.

"Don't stop." I moaned out, my hips raising to give him better access. "I mean it, don't stop!" I warned, one of my hands grasped at the back of Stiles' head, the other grabbing at my chest. "Please, Stiles!" I called out, feeling closer and closer to my climax. Stiles didn't relent, and I only lasted a few more seconds before the waves of pleasure crashed over me, my back arching as I moaned. I settled down after a moment, my breathing heavy as Stiles remained between my legs.

"You are so hot when you come." He finally got out. He licked between my thighs once again, and I shivered as I felt the sensitivity shock me. "I could do that all day." He groaned out, beginning a line of kisses up my stomach. I remained speechless as he began kissing my neck, but my body finally seemed to catch up. I pushed him into his back, instructing him with my eyes to stay there. When I began raking my nails down his chest, he caught on, and one of his hands went behind his head while the other rested on the bed, waiting to see what I would do next. I paused at the hem of the basketball shorts, biting at his hip while he groaned. He was hard underneath them, and I ran my hand along his length. Stiles' groaned above me and pushed his hips into my hand, urging me to move on.

I slid my fingers between his shorts and the skin, slowly pulling them down while I looked up at Stiles. He had his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it while watching my movements.

"Take them off." I ordered, referring to his shorts.

"But you were doing such a great job!" Stiles protested, although he sat up to pull them off. I grinned as he kicked them and his boxers off, using my free hand to push him back down on top of the bed. Stiles was five or six inches long, although his girth was large. I kissed his hip, licking my way to the base. I pressed a kiss there and took the base in one hand before licking all the way to the tip. I stopped to make eye contact with Stiles, whose jaw had dropped. When I put the entire tip into my mouth, he groaned, his head tilting back onto the pillow. I fit as much as I could into my mouth, wetting his entire dick before I began bobbing up and down, the fist I had made around the base following my mouth. "Oh my-" Stiles kept mumbling. The hand that had been on the bed wound it's way into my hair, gripping it hard but not directing me.

When I began speeding up, Stiles suddenly pulled me back from him. "We can continue that later." He pulled me on top of him, the hand in my hair guiding me to kiss him, while the other hand grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to his dick. However, being aware of the danger of teen pregnancy, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed a condom, ripping it open before he could disagree.

"Yes, yes absolutely safety first." Stiles agreed, allowing me to slide it on. When it was in place, I raised my hips above his, allowing him to position it for me before I slowly slid on. "Look at me." Stiles urged, the hand in my hair moving to my neck. "I want you to look at me." He whispered quietly. I did as he asked, my hands on his shoulders keeping me steady while our eyes burned into one another. I groaned as he filled me and stated still for a moment. He didn't dare move, but he kept our eyes locked.

"You feel so, so good." He told me, moving his hips a fraction away before pushing up into me. I moaned and my eyes inadvertently slid up to the ceiling, my hands balling into fists. Stiles stopped, waiting for a moment. "Look at me." He whispered again. I tilted my head down to resume our eye contact, my body feeling as though it was on fire. This time, when he pushed his hips into mine, I moaned his name. Stiles lip caught between his teeth and he closed his eyes, moving a bit more up and down. My hands slid off of his chest and onto the bed, bringing our faces closer together. "I love it when you say my name." He groaned out, the hand on my hip bringing me further up and down on him. I moaned into his ear, and his eyes suddenly snapped open. The hand that had been resting on my neck pushed me off of him, and I landed next to where Stiles had been laying. He pushed my legs aside and settled between them, one elbow resting next to his head while the other guided him into me. Both of my arms reached up his back, rubbing him while he pushed into me. Once he'd begun a steady rhythm, he pulled one of my legs to rest on his hip before sliding it up to my neck, caressing the skin. "Say my name."

"Stiles. . ." I moaned out, my eyes closing in bliss.

"Louder." He picked up his pace, the leg that had been hooked onto his hip sliding off. He reached down and pushed it up higher than it had been before, allowing him to go deeper. My groans grew louder, and I raked my fingers down his back, moaning his name out again. I pulled him into a kiss, our tongues pressing each others' with urgency, biting and pulling each others lips as he slammed into me. I could hear the headboard banging into a wall but didn't even care, instead focusing on Stiles.

The hand that had been holding my leg down reached between my legs rubbing my clit while he tried to keep up the pace. "I want to hear you scream." He groaned out, dipping his head to my neck. He suddenly bit down, and I called out, my nails dragging on his back. "Louder." He commanded, rubbing faster at my clit. The little ball of tension had already begun growing, and with every pump Stiles pushed me closer. Loud moans poured out of my mouth, urging Stiles on.

"I'm so close." I groaned out, and he bit down on my neck again. I yelled out when the ball snapped inside of me, the muscles of my vagina trying to tighten around Stiles. He suddenly groaned into my ear, pushing as far in as he could a few times before settling in the crook of my neck.

After a second of rest, he rolled off of me, pulling the condom off and tossing it into a waste basket before sliding his boxers back on. I rolled into his side when he laid down, tossing an arm and a leg over him.

"That was great." I commented after a minute. Stiles kissed my forehead, an arm around my back pulling me closer. "It wasn't your first time, was it?" I asked curiously.

"Actually, it was." I opened an eye at his answer to see him staring at the ceiling.

"Well did I do a good job?" I asked curiously. He nodded and looked down at me.

"I actually can't remember, can you show me again?" He asked with a grin. I laughed and tightened my arm around him, snuggling into his side.


And there you have it. Stiles and Claire's first time together. Awwww hope you guys enjoyed. Please remember to review! I've got maybe 2 or 3 chapters left in this story. Let me know if you would like a sequel!

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