Author's note: Oh guys! Moonday is SO. CLOSE. we can practically smell it, don't we?

So you asked and I did it: take the kids out of the room, cuz in Nelly's wise words are real: IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE. (na, I did not just watched the Internship just because of Dylan)

It's probably terrible, because I wrote it while watching GERxARG (YAY GER!) and God, how that game made me nervous! Anyway. Argentina didn't win, that's what matters. And I finally could write some Stalia action. Don't get too excited. I didn't reread it and it probably has tons of mistakes, so for it I'm sorry.

(do I need to up this fic's rating to M?)

Feel free to listen to Alicia Keys' "Wrecking Love" while reading the chapter, because, for me, THIS IS THE STALIA SONG! And I hope you like it!

Thanks for your support guys! Now to the chapter:

ELEVEN

"What kind of test…" Malia said under her breath, the feeling of Stiles's mouth kissing her over the fabric of her panty making liquid flow from inside her "is that you're doing?"

Stiles smiled and held the hem of her panty, sliding it down her legs.

"A fingerless one." Was her answer and she frowned.

"Wha-OH GOD, yes."

In the kitchen, the Sheriff, Deputy Parrish and another deputy – a woman around Parrish's age – were analyzing the triple axe murder when Malia's moans reached the room. They looked uncomfortably at each other for half a minute until Stilinski cleared his throat.

"Uh… it's my son and his girlfriend." He explained. Malia squealed. "They are unusually loud today."

The two deputies said nothing and when Parrish opened his mouth, it was to suggest a theory for the motivation of the murder.

In fact, they never had been so loud. You couldn't blame them, they didn't know there were visits. And Stiles was focused, each movement of his lips and tongue sent electricity through Malia's body and her eyes flashed blue more times than it'd be considered safe, but did they care? The answer was no.

"I guess it's a success." Stiles remarked, his lips in the soft skin of her belly as Malia shivered, trying to get hold of herself.

"Holy fuck." Was everything she could say, her voice trembling.

He stood up on the bed to remove his pants when his phone buzzed and he reached for it in the head of his bed. It was Scott.

"Hey! Scottie!"

Seeing that it was taking too long for Stiles to come back to her, Malia got on her knees, opening the zipper of his jeans, sliding his remaining clothes down and smiling at his boner.

"Hey, is Malia with you?" the Alpha asked.

"Yes."

"Is she okay?" the question came right in the moment she was licking him and Stiles closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Why wouldn't she?"

"I heard… something…" Scott said slow. "She sounded… weird?"

Stiles laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her."

Malia smiled and let go of him with a loud "POP".

"And I'm taking good care of him!" she laughed and reached for the box of condoms he made such big deal about.

Scott was silent for moment.

"Okay, I guess."

Stiles nodded and then felt the need to say something else.

"Are you okay?"

The Alpha took some time to answer and it wasn't unnoticed by Stiles, however…

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Great! Bye." He hung up and threw the phone on the mattress before looking down at Malia. "What are you waiting exactly?"

He knelt down in front of her and she bit her lip getting so close their noses touched.

"You come inside of me." She whispered and damn, she sounded sexy. "I mean, the condom, but inside me."

They collapsed in each other, Stiles's arm around Malia's waist, holding her firmly as she climbed on top of him ever so slowly and nothing – nothing at all ever on earth – could compare to the feeling of being one with her.

They had talked about it, when life was starting to go back to normal and they had found each other again, about how they were impulsive and how they should go slower with their relationship, but truth was: it was never possible; they were too physical and the fact that Malia was sneaking into his room every now and them because they slept better together was no help.

They gave up on trying. And, in the kitchen, the three cops exchanged a look when the moans got loud again.

"Oh, youth." The only woman in the room commented with a smirk, trying to ease the tension in the room.

When Stiles came (too soon, but it was okay; and inside her, like she demanded), laying on top of Malia, his face hidden in the curve of her neck, her nails still digging the skin of his back (not so hard this time, but gently, sexily), he was suddenly exhausted. He kissed her neck and she run her fingers through his hair soaked with sweat.

"You're tired." She stated; he still placed kisses on her jaw line, one of his hands in her hair – soaked as well – trying to keep her there with him. "Sti, I'm supposed to go home."

"You're home." He replied in her lips.

"Sti."

He looked into her eyes.

"No, don't go. Save the energy, you'd be back in a few hours anyway."

"But I'm supposed…" she started, but he cut her.

"Call him, say you'll stay at Kira's." she raised an eyebrow and he shook her lightly. "Come on, Mal."

She smiled and twisted under him to reach for her phone, that was with all the stuff on the floor while he got his phone and texted Kira. Malia quickly explained to her father how they oh, didn't notice the hour and Kira suggested she could sleep at hers, not even giving him a chance to say no and assured him she'd be back home the next day after school. As soon as Malia hung up, Stiles showed the kitsune's text agreeing to back up their plan and they sat down onto the bed smiling.

Her fingers brushed his face. They both were sweaty and tired, but completely happy.

(people had so little time to be actually happy in Beacon Hills, don't they?)

"I'm starving." She suddenly said and got out of bed, looking for clothes in his closet. "Aren't you?"

Stiles got up, but only to throw the condom on the trash can and put back on his boxers. Malia chose one of his boxers and a plaid shirt, buttoning up as Stiles climbed upon the bed once again, eyes barely open. She walked to him, kissed his cheek.

"Long day today, I know." She said low. "Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No, it's okay. I guess I'll just…" he yawned. "wake up 2 a.m. starving and attack the fridge."

"Fine, then." She said with a smile and walked out of the room.

-X-

When Malia came back, Stiles was fast asleep, lying on his side. She diverted from all the things on the floor (so many things, from textbooks to clothes), grabbed the pillow that had fallen when they still were studying and climbed up on the bed. She ignored the pillow she just had put back on the bed and went as close as she could to Stiles, spooning him and hiding her face between his shoulder blades, falling asleep just as quickly.

A/N: Oh, it's finally here and isn't it long? I'm sorry any mistakes and I'm waiting for your review, okay? x