Author's note: OMG, did I just NOT break a promise? Yes, that's right! New chapter before the weekend is over!

Guys? Tomorrow is MOONDAY! I hope you are all excited and I also hope you like this chapter. It's a tiny bit longer than the previous ones and I hope to write more after 4x02.

Thank you so much the ones who followed and favorited and reviewed. (wouldn't it be beautiful if most of you reviewed? yes, it would. but, well...) It really means a lot, since I'm not that good writer, to have a few people who appreciate my work. You guys rock!

Now for what's important:

FIVE

When coming back from Mexico, they stopped at a motel to rest. Three boys and three girls, two motel rooms, a meal and everyone really tired. So tired Stiles couldn't relax, which wasn't good, since he was the one who'd drive.

(of course he could always trust his Jeep to Scott, but truth is: he never liked anyone else driving his car)

Trying not to disturb the others, he was just laying very still in his bed when there was a knock on the door. He immediately stood up and went to see who was knocking and somehow wasn't surprised to see Malia standing outside, shivering.

"Hey." Stiles said softly, when he opened the door. She raised her eyes to meet his and a small smile played in her lips. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Malia replied quickly, and then thought better. "Well, yes, I can't sleep."

He smiled.

"That makes two of us."

"Can I sleep with you? I feel safer with you."

Stiles blinked with surprise.

"Really?" he replied, unable to hide it in his voice. "Well, that's good, because I feel safer with you too." and this time Malia smiled for real.

With one hand Stiles opened the door again and with the other he held hers, heading to his bed in silence. She stripped down her shorts and joined him under the comforter, each one laying face to face, the only light was coming from outside casted shadows in them.

Under the comforter, Stiles traced the lines from her shoulder to her waist and brought her closer to him, their noses touching. Malia, smiling, touched his face, remembering in the dark his features that she already knew by heart. She ran her fingers through his hair always so slowly, entangled her legs in his bare legs, for he was only in his boxers, and suddenly Stiles felt as if the distance between them was too much and he kissed her.

They kissed for a very long time (and only that, only the make out), and it felt nice and right in a way Stiles couldn't comprehend. It seemed surreal, how that rabid werecoyote trusted him – and only him – so fiercely, how she felt safer with him. He would never imagine…

"Can you love birds please stop?" Derek complained, interrupting them. He could be younger, but the grumpiness was the same. They tried not to laugh and did stop with the kissing, now that sleep was creeping up their bodies.

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The following morning, Scott was woken up by someone knocking the door insistently and alert he ran to the door.

"Is Stiles here?" Lydia asked alarmed, as soon as Scott opened the door. "Malia is not in our room and she said she'd not leave without him an-" but she stopped talking, for the Alpha had stepped aside and she saw that yes, Stiles was there. With Malia. "Oh." She breathed relived and looked at Kira, who was behind her.

Stiles had his face hidden in the curve of Malia's neck, both sleeping deeply and when the sunlight hit him he moved, bringing the girl closer. She turned on her side, facing him and they opened their eyes.

"Isn't it just adorable?" Kira said kindly. And it was.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading and please review? See you around and have a happy Moonday tomorrow! x