Author's note: Are you surprised with me? Because I'm surprised with myself, I can't actually believe I'm posting so regularly. (maybe it's because we're on a break? Thank you, World Cup!)

(no, guys, don't talk about Brazil's fiasco, please, I'm still hangover about it ._.) (and I don't even like football all that much) (GO GERMANY!)

Last chapter I joked about how you guys always want a longer chapter and I ended up writing a shorter one, but now this chapter is seriously longer - probably the longest this fic will get. Don't know yet, we'll see.

Hope you guys like it!

TEN

After some serious tutoring, Stiles left Malia to solve a few equations while he tried to reach Lydia (the weird notes had intrigued him more than Malia thought it would and he thought it was extremely important to let the whole pack know about it ASAP). With no success, he laid by her side again, announcing that he'd simply send a text and wait for her answer.

Malia, at that moment, wasn't really interested, for she was focused on a quadratic equation that was burning her brain cells. The other exercises Stiles told her to do were easier – or maybe his explanation was just really good – but that one was killing her.

It took her precious minutes to be certain that what she was doing was correct and when it looked like she had an answer, she actually squealed.

"Oh, my God, is that the answer? Stiles, did I just found the answer?" she asked excited, sitting on her shoeless ankles and poking him. He analyzed the answer and smiled.

"Yes, you did! Very good!" she smiled too, proud of herself. "See? It's not impossible. Now I can teach you polynomials."

Malia's smile immediately faded and Stiles sat down laughing.

"I'm joking, relax."

She punched him in the chest (not hard) (just a bit hard, maybe).

"No jokes about math with Malia." She warned him and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay. Gosh, sometimes you're just no fun, Ms. Tate." And with that he put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. "Study time officially over."

Malia sat on his lap smiling and took off her pullover before kissing him.

This time, however, she was trapped by him and he took control. Sliding every book out of bed, Stiles made her lay down under him, kissing her with desire, his hands trying to be everywhere (and pretty much accomplishing it); she only realized he was trying to remover her top when she was forced to sit up a little in order for it to come out.

"You know," he started, his voice husky "I had the weirdest boner when you growled at me earlier."

That, his voice for itself, made her burn inside and she longed for him. She wanted him so much. It was a good thing she had him.

Stiles made his way down her skin slowly and temptingly. He delivered an awful lot of attention for her neck and boobs over her bra, this time doing little for touching (even in her southern areas - that wanted some serious attention). His hands fumbled with the zipper of her jeans while he kissed and bit her stomach, sending sparks all over her body.

They had tried the slow approach before, but had little success. Their specialty was jump right into sex when the hormones were heated up and she could count in her hands the amount of times it was ease and calm and lovely.

When he finally opened her jeans, Malia pulled him for a kiss, desperate, and removed his shirt, but Stiles controlled her again, forcing her to just lay down.

"I'm making a test here, Mal." He explained, pulling down her jeans with a little bit of her help. "And I'm not rushing this time."

Every time he spoke, she felt herself getting wetter. Was that a problem? Was that normal?

(fact is: she couldn't care less)

Stiles's hand slid from her left ankle to her knee and he started to place kisses on the inside of her thigh, the other hand playing with the elastic of her panty. As he got closer to her cherry, the fire got more intense and she let out a loud moan of expectation.

Right at that moment, the Sheriff stopped by Stiles's door with a question mark expression.

"Hi dad." Stiles said, not even pretending he wasn't about to do what he was about to do, his hand holding Malia's thigh firmly.

Without saying a word, his father reached for the handle and closed the door. The couple exchanged a look and Stiles went back to business.

A/N: So? Do you guys want to know more about Stiles and Malia's post-study activities? I plan on posting another chapter this weekend, should I write about it or just skip to another subject? Hope you liked the chapter and share your opinion, please? I'll wait for your review! :D x