Author's note: Well, ain't I good at keeping promises? (don't get used to it)
It's Moonday! Let's have fun!
EIGHT
Malia Tate had zero problems with being comfortable in her own skin. She just liked clothes because they kept her warm, but if they didn't, she sure would avoid using them. Stiles didn't blame her for her confidence. She was beautiful and even if she had spent the past nine years in human form instead of an animal one, he could bet she'd have no self steam issues.
Would she look at him the way she looks if she never had turn into a coyote inside her mother's car years ago?
It was better not to think about it.
Stiles, on the other hand, had all possible problems with taking off clothes in front of anyone. And when he said "anyone", he meant anyone. He had the brain, not the body, and it always had been weird not to be covered up – showers after PE, pool parties, weekends by the beach… he liked to avoid as much as he could.
But Malia… she adored his pale skin, she had told him one night. She loved the moles in his back and the humble muscles of his arms and abs, his chest hair. He was a great male, genetically speaking, and he kind of knew that, but never put much credit in his DNA combination.
Malia was giving him confidence (despite the fact that he was constantly terrified of her reaction when she discovers about Peter and that he knew all along) and it was making him a better Stiles, he liked to think. Malia brought the best of him.
That's why there was no shame in showering together.
She regulated the temperature of the water and he joined her under the cascade of boiling water that left ref marks in his shoulders with no complain. They kissed and shared his shampoo and laughed at silly internal jokes until there was a knock at the door.
"Stiles?" the sheriff called. "The neighbor just came to ask me if I'm aware that a girl's been climbing our windows once in a while. Is Malia with you?"
"Yes, I am, Sheriff." She answered.
"Well, you can use the front door!"
His father stepped away, back to the kitchen and Stiles embraced Malia from behind, breathing in her ear.
"Already told her that." He whispered and she smiled.
"I come in unusual hours." She argued and he kissed her shoulder.
"I'll give you a key. It's time already."
She turned to him and he kissed her before she could say anything.
When they stepped out of the shower, Malia palmed her hands on Stiles' back, tracing the red marks she had left the previous night. Her touch was apologetic, but he dismissed it kissing her forehead.
It's normal, he told her, and meant that the sex was more than good. She liked that he didn't censored her displays of affection, because last time she was human she wasn't in an age for having mates and she had no idea of how to show him what she felt.
Maybe that's why he was always surprised by her acts.
She made a mental note anyway to take it easy on his skin next time.
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