Person asking for Scott/Kira, let me break it down to you: NO. I won't write Scira. You should probably look for Scira fics IN THE SCIRA TAG. Thank you very much.

I would be nicer, but since you are a guest and your reviews consist of "please write scira" I decided to simply be clear.

Author's note: Hello! Sometimes I can't believe in you guys, you're all just so amazing. Thank you for your reviews and for reading my fic, from the bottom of my heart.

That being said, I need to tell you that I probably will travel next week, so I won't be able to update. (I don't even know if I'll be able to watch the episode before next sunday!) And I have to say: please, don't forget about me. I WILL be back!

Well, lets go to the chapter!

THIRTEEN

After the struggle, Malia was exhausted, so Stiles had the idea to go to one of the rooms upstairs and get some rest. She was afraid of not being able to control the shift with so many people in the first floor, but he held her hand tight and they walked through the crowd. When they got to the stairs, one freshman tried to stop them.

"Lydia put me in charge to not let anyone up." He said proudly and Stiles looked at him tired.

"Did she? What's your name again?"

"Mason."

Stiles's eyebrows went up.

"Oh, you are Mason?" the boy nodded, surprised that a Junior had heard about him. "Good to know. Now get the fuck out of my way."

Behind Stiles, Malia growled at the boy, who stepped back. It was better not to be in their ways anyway, he thought, and the two Juniors climbed the stairs.

"And Mason?" Stiles called again. "Continue on doing what Lydia demanded."

The boy just nodded and Malia and Stiles were out of view not much longer later, opening doors until they found one with a big and comfortable bed and its own bathroom. They got in, leaving the door open.

Stiles sat on the bed, removed his shoes, while Malia went to the bathroom, where she washed her face and tried to fix her hair a bit. It still was sweaty and her shirt was torn, so she removed it and threw on the trash. She took off her boots and socks, feeling the cold floor in her bare feet with relief. He smiled.

"Why the smile?" Malia asked, getting closer to him. Stiles shook his head.

"I'm proud of you." He said and the air around them changed to something nice and warm, instead of the sexy hotness that it used to have.

"I'm proud of me too." she assumed before climbing to his lap, her hands on his cheeks, her body close to his.

They kissed, one of his hands tracing from her neck, to between her breasts to the small of her back while the other was on her hips, his finger touching the skin right above the waistband of her jeans.

"When we get home, we'll watch X-Men First Class." He announced out of nowhere when they broke the kiss.

"What? Why?"

Stiles giggled.

"Mutant and proud."

"Mutant and proud?" she asked confused and he laughed. They had watched the first X-Men trilogy and the Wolverine movies, but he had told her she wasn't ready for the new franchise. Maybe she was now.

"You'll see."

Malia nodded and leaned to kiss him again, but suddenly it hit her: she really did it; the full moon was splendid outside, she was in Stiles's arms and the beast was tamed. The feeling was indescribable; she crushed him in a hug, hiding her face on the curve of his neck and absorbed the smell of his skin – her favorite smell in the world.

On the hallway, Lydia stopped at the door. She silently asked Stiles if everything was okay and he just as silently said that yes, everything was fine. He did notice the lost look in her eyes, the look that indicated that she had cried at some moment of the night and made a mental note to talk to her as soon as he had the chance.

"It's okay." He kissed Malia's shoulder and smiled at Lydia, who was leaving. "Come on, lay down."

They laughed when Malia pushed him down the bed and he rolled on top of her.

"Not like that, silly." He censored and got up.

Malia pouted, but laid down on the pillows, getting comfortable.

"Sti?" she called. "Spoon me?"

Stiles smiled and sighed, then nodded. He climbed back to bed and spooned her. It was rare, so he would enjoy every moment of it.

A/N: Please review? And thank you so much for reading! See you around! x