Stop thinking

Summary: Despite her being the one with never quieting mind it was often Stiles who told him to stop thinking. Girl!Stiles Sciles Friends to Lovers, M for sexual content and language

By Olexandra

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Teen Wolf

They didn't talk about it later. Although, for the first time he had a feeling they should have. It wasn't like they never kissed before. Platonically. He almost always gave her a peek on the forehead or cheek. Btu it was always him. She was more of hug and hold hands kind of person perhaps sometimes stroking too but she always never initiative the kissing.

Okay, what the hell?

This was stupid. He didn't know why he was even thinking about it. Stiles and him were best friends. Friends. There was never anything sexual about it which almost no one believed them since they were the opposite gender but it was true. They were just friends. And he wasn't even thinking about her in any other way than a sister or friend it was just this stupid little voice inside his head telling him that the way she kissed him when she was sick wasn't platonic. It wasn't sexual. He never sniffed anything like that.

Well, he did. Stiles was quite often horny for a girl but it was… okay once or twice it was even because of him but it was more like attraction for the sake of attraction and it never lasted long. He was constantly bare chest in front of her and she never even blinked. She occasionally caught a gleam of his glory in the locker's room where she burst whenever she wanted to and she sometimes didn't even go to the girl's locker room to change. There was nothing like that between them yet he had to wonder.

DDDDDD

He let her press him to the bed. She was skinny always have been but she played lacrosse and they were kid-wrestling enough times to teach her how to get someone down.

He watched her in an awe he never would have thought he could have her like this. Ultimately to himself. He got jealous. From time to time especially lately and when they were kids. God. He could get so jealous when they were kids and some boy or girls would come play with them.

She just smiled, no she smirked. With her typical cocky bastard smirk that was at the same time nothing like a cocky bastard and God did he felt getting hard each second.

She leaned down and kissed him. Just one time. Just softly pressed her lips against his almost like a feather had tickled him there. He tried to sit up but she pushed him back down and shook her head.

He nodded. He wanted to see what she wanted to do next.

Biting that lip she looked at her hand that was on his chest and slowly, painfully slowly she moved it lower leaving a trace of warm and instant cold wherever she touched.

She reached his belt and in a quick move undid and continued with her finger gently unzipping his jeans.

He groaned a bit when her clever fingers started stroking the visible bump in his boxers causing his hips to on their own jerk toward her touch desperate for more.

He bit his lip as she pushed his boxers down and let him come out to the open.

He needed her. Fuck. He needed her so bad.

Her beautiful soft looking lips formed into the most mischief smile he had ever seen before she leaned back down with her mouth wide open the image himself was almost enough to send him over the edge.

'If you want me to suck you, you better do something about it,' she said breathing at his already standing groin.

'You better wake up, Scotty.'

DDDDDD

He opened his eyes looked around realizing he was in his room all sticking in his pants. What the actual fuck?

He looked down mortified and grateful. Mortified because he had just had a wet dream about his best friend, a really really hot wet dream. A grateful that he and his mother had long ago decided that he would wash his own sheets. Thank every angel in the holy sky for that.

He brushed his forehead and looked down under the covers groaning.

He needed a shower and maybe a lobotomy because holy shit he had just had a sex dream about Stiles. His best friend who he knew had no feeling for him and ….

Wait fuck Stiles (not literally).

Who he knew he had no feeling for…Right?

This was weird. Why was it all the sudden so weird. It had been about a month since Allison broke up and he sure as hell wasn't developing any sort of more-than-friends feelings for his best friend. For his bi-best friend who was in love with Lydia Martin.

Of course, Stiles loved Lydia and he still loved Allison end of story. This whatever the hell it was was just a tiny mistake in the software. He was simply alone for a while now that was all there was nothing going on with him. He was just lonely.

Jesus.

What kind of terrible person was he when just because he was lonely and didn't have sex in a while he was now having sex dreams about his best friend?

His virgin of a best friend who was bi and was unrequitedly in love with someone else.

Wow! He really could be a dick sometimes.

DDDDDDDD

He acted like it was nothing. What else was he supposed to do? Go to Stiles and say 'hey I had a really wet dream about you the other night want to play some Call of Duty'?

Definitely not happening.

He tried to avoid her for a while. He didn't know why. It wasn't like he was going to jump her all of the sudden realizing that he loved her (he did but just as a friend or a sister so back off). Still he felt that he would be weird around her so to avoid being weird around her he avoided her completely which was being weird not around her.

That turned out to be a terrible idea when he got a call from Stiles saying that she had car trouble and had to come to the Hales.

He frowned and immediately started putting clothes on.

'Hales?'

'Yeah, since Mr Grumpycat kind of adopted them,' she said at the same time he heard Derek in the distant saying 'Don't call me that, Stiles and put a damn t-shirt on before Isaac's eyes fall out.' Grumpy.

'Hey!' Isaac. Offended.

'Alright, asshole.' Stiles. Annoyed.

'What shirt?' Scott. Confused.

'I told you my car broke down.' Stiles. Stating the obvious.

'Derek, this doesn't even fit, can't you give me something of Erica's.' Stiles. Disappointed.

'There is nothing of Erica's here. Isaac quit staring.' Derek. Annoyed.

'Where is Erica anyway? And Boyd. Isaac seriously stop it I'm going to blush.' Stiles. Flirting?

'Why do you need a new t-shirt?' Scott losing his shit.

'Erica and Boyd went out. There sort of dating. Nice bra, Stilinski.' Isaac. Interested.

'Like you have a chance.' Stiles. Teasing.

'I tried the fix it and I got oil on mine.' Stiles. Stating the obvious.

'Isaac?!' Stiles. Surprised.

'ISAAC QUIT STARING!' Scott. Lost his shit.

He took his mom car and probably broke more traffic laws than he had in all his life before he got the old subway only to find Stiles sitting on one of the seats opposite to Isaac and playing cards with him.

He frowned at the tall boy and went to sit next to her.

'Move a bit.'

'Go sit somewhere else. There's literally plenty of places to sit.'

'That's no way to act for someone who came to pick you up, missy.'

She grinned at him, 'Okay, thank you for coming for me cause someone didn't want to drive me home in his camero. What a dick!' she said purposely loud and threw out a card.

'Ha!' shouted Isaac and started a victory dance.

'Dude! You totally ruined my luck!' she accused Scott before whining a bit.

DDDDDDDDD

He liked Stiles.

Okay. Everyone was constantly telling them about how he and Stiles would make the cutest couple and they would just rolled their eyes at each other and walk away or worst play along saying something like that they would disgustingly make out every couple of minutes and be grossly cute about it.

Funny.

It wasn't like he wanted to kiss Stiles or anything. Well, a part of him did since he had dreams and a few times came with her name on his lips but other than that it was mostly about carrying for her beyond anyone else.

It wasn't much of a change to how he was feeling about her before. He loved her and now he just loved her and liked her and was possibly falling in love with her.

Okay it was a bit complicated but he wasn't going to do anything about it. He was just going to quietly observe see if maybe Stiles had some feelings for him as well and then just then he will maybe do something about it.

He couldn't help the smile that formed on his. God, he already felt sort of relieved about everything. Just the fact that Stiles was constantly on his mind and that he could be with her almost whenever he wanted to was more than enough.

'Oh my god! Stop thinking about it whatever it is weirdo. There is no smiling when we're watching AHS and someone get his head chopped, okay?'

He looked down at Stiles who was curled next to him hugging her knees and frowning a bit at him.

He chuckled. Okay, he was a bit of a liar because right now with her adorable frown on her eyebrows he definitely wanted to kiss her.

He put a hand around her middle causing her to let out a gasped and placed her literally into his lap. He knew there were about a hundred and three reasons why this was a terribly bad idea but right now he didn't give a crap about it and just held her close. With her ass in right on top of his dick.

He shifted her a bit just in case and gave her an innocent look, 'You good?'

She looked into his puppy eyes and bit her lip nodded.

'I hate when someone gets their head chopped.'

'I know Stiles.'

They smiled at each other and she pressed herself into his shoulder a bit her heartbeat finally calming down.

She suddenly looked at him with cutest smile as if she just found something out.

'Oh!'

'Hm?'

'You're warm…,' she said grinning like an idiot.

His brows almost joined each other at the way he was confused looking at her, 'Okay, thanks…I guess?'

'No, dummy!' she laughed.

'You're warmth like you. You have your own warmth. I was wondering how I always know it's you when you old me and stuff… I know your warmth.'

He couldn't help a smile, 'You know my warmth. It was completely silly. This whole conversation was silly but Stiles knew something about him. Knew when it was him. Just him.

'Don't look like a little boy on the Christmas morning. It's not like it's something special. Well, okay it is but it's special because I am billion percent amazing so chill. Plus it's not like you don't know me. The scent and all. You could probably find me in a crowd full of people or tacos.'

'Nah, I you know how I love tacos. And quiet the main character is about to find the body.'

'Jesus, Scott learn your names I swear-'

He stopped listen to her because he had to wonder how right she was. In a room full of people. No, in a street full of people he would always find her. He would always find her because he always have. He knew her scent better then anyone's. She was his pack. His Stiles. His beautiful human Stiles who smelled like the forest no… not like the forest not like anything specific just like her, like Stiles. His Stiles. She had the most amazing smell because she smelled like home, like safe, like his pack.

'Uhm-'

'Hm?'

'Would it be-,' he started but stopped once he realized what he was going to say. It was weird. He was being weird.

God.

She will notice!

She will notice him being weird and she will figure it out. She always figure things out faster than anyone. She's probably already guessing and will saying it.

What if she will run away?

She finds out he likes her and scream at him to get out. She will hate him. She was always so annoyed whenever someone said they were a couple!

'Scotty, what are you thinking about?' asked Stiles looking freaked out and confused putting her small hand with long fingers on his shoulder to get his attention.

She already noticed!

'Uhm, would it be okay...'

You already acted like a complete nutcase so what the hell.

'If you wore my t-shirt for a while?' he asked her and himself.

Gosh, this this was his worst idea yet.

'What?' she asked with her eyes wide but her mouth in a wide smile shape so it wasn't the worst scenario.

She stopped the Tv and looked at him properly while she waited for him to elaborate still sitting on his tight.

'Well, you see, uhm…I just want you to have my…scent on you so that the others know you're with me.'

She blinked and slowly nodded, 'Soooo, it's a werewolf thing?'

He made a nervous chuckle, 'I get that it's weird and you're probably super uncomfortable about-'

'Nah, I slept in your old t-shirt so no biggie.'

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth, 'Oh.'

'What you wanting to have your scent on me is not weird but me sleeping in your clothes is?'

He sucked his lips into his mouth to hide the smile before they both burst into laughter.

'Can I get that t-shirt back?'

'Nope, it's mine now. It's comfy when it's warm but not too warm to sleep just in a t-shirt.'

He nodded smiling at her explanation.

'But I could maybe… like wear this one for tonight and give it to you? Will that get your scent on me?'

His heart speeded up at the thought.

She crossed her arms, 'Gosh, that sounds so like ownership.'

'You're too amazing to be owned by anyone.'

'Yeah, but o kind of belong to you,' she winked at him. 'You're an alpha of you have your own pack,' she imitated Derek voice.

At the moment he wanted to kiss her so bad he had to look away, 'You don't have to do it if you-'

'Nah,' she cut him by standing up and pulling her top over her head.

He gasped and looked away. 'Stiles!'

'Oh, come your tits. It's not like you didn't see me without it like a dozens of time.'

'In the boys locker's room where you have a sportbra on!' he stood up as well and turned around.

'Wait are you blushing?' she ran in front of him with a wide smile.

'Am I attractive? You find me pretty that's so cuuute,' she squirmed.

He closed his eyes and quickly put his t-shirt over his head as well. How the hell this got from weird to totally embarrassing for him in a second despite that she agreed to do it without a protest?

Leave it to Stiles… and his body. Shit.

She took the t-shirt and put it one still smiling, 'It's okay, I think you're quite handsome as well, Scottyboy. You gained some hotness over the year.'

'Put the t-shirt on and shut up, Stiles.'

'Okay,' she laughed, 'how can you be more shy about this than me who is a virgin-'

'That-'

'Guys, we're home,' shouted Sheriff from the hallway.

Just. His. Freaking. Luck

Sheriff came to the living room with Melissa to find a shirtless Scott and Stiles in his t-shirt, 'Yo, daddy, Melissa,' she ran to them and took the grocery bags, 'Did you buy something salty?'

The other three people just remained looking at each other awkwardly until Scott raised his hand and waved.

'Hi-'

'I really don't want to know,' said the Sheriff tired and took the bag to the kitchen followed by Stiles, 'Wait my salt!'

Melissa looked at Scott with a raised eyebrow and licked her lips, 'We don't need to have the talk do we?'

'I heard you and Sheriff last night,' he shot back.

She smiled, 'Great, talk, put the old t-shirt Stiles's is sleeping in on.'

She walked to the kitchen as well.

'Does everyone know about the t-shirt but me?' he mumbled as he ran to Stiles's room to look for it.