Author's note: HA! I bet you thought I forgot about our "killing time" deal, huh? I'm sorry, I wanted to post it before episode 11 was out, but I just couldn't. Many things happen and one of then is life :( Not easy guys.

DID YOU KNOW that there will be a Teen Wolf convention in Brazil with TPosey, Holland and Max Carver at only an hour drive from my house and it will be EXPENSIVE AS FUCK? Did you know I'm accepting donations? (I'm seriously when I talk about prices, I could pay two months rent with the money they're asking! That's ridiculous.)

Anyway. You guys watched e11 already, I bet. DID YOU DIE WITH STALIA? I DIED A LOT THEY WERE SO CUUUUUTE OMG!

I'll leave you to the chapter. I didn't edit it, so it probably sucks, but it's okay. It's funny and sexy, hope you like it. And by now I assume that you know that you're supposed to listen to the song in the epigraph while reading the chapter, okay? ;)

I'm gonna go watch the Stalia scenes again. See you soon and leave a review!

TWENTY

"I don't know much about algebra, but I know one plus one equals two.
And it's me and you. That's all we'll have when the world is through. (…)
Make love to me when my days look low, pull me in close and don't let me go,
make love to me, so when the world's at war let our love heal us all."
Beyoncé

"I smell like hospital." Stiles complained as they entered in his house. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, can you go and find the tape player on the basement? I'm pretty sure we have one." He asked Malia and she nodded.

"You mean cassette player?" she replied and he stopped on his tracks, turned to look at her.

"Yes." He said slowly. "Tape player."

Malia just shrugged and headed to the basement, doing as he requested.

It wasn't hard to find the dusty, black cassette player and she carried it to his bedroom, where, while she waited for him, she removed her shirt and boots.

Malia took a deep breath, inhaling Stiles' scent and turning around to see his room. It was so familiar and she loved it so much. Being back in his room was like… being home - and it felt both scary and amazing.

In about fifteen minutes, Stiles was back, a towel around his waist and his hair perfectly spiked with gel. She smiled, thinking she always thought this was adorable about him: it didn't matter the situation, his hair would be impeccable.

"What?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously and she shook her head.

"Nothing." She said low. "I missed you."

Stiles smiled and stepped towards her, but Malia lifted her hand, gesturing for him to stop, which he did, very confused.

"Are we in a hurry?" she asked. He thought for a second.

"Yes." And then he quickly added when she looked slightly sad. "Not exactly." Her expression changed and she smiled again, only the smallest of smirks. "WOA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Stiles exclaimed, for Malia's next move was to take of her tank top, standing in front of him just on her bra, shorts and socks.

"What do you think I'm doing?" she asked, also taking off her bra, throwing the pieces without really caring where they'd land.

Stiles took a deep breath absorbing the view of her bare chest, her golden skin already tickling with her constant coldness. She was so pretty and that sassy smile of hers combined with the innocent eyes were just too much.

"So?" Malia continued. "Are you going to just look?"

It was his cue. Stiles stepped forward, getting closer to her, mesmerized by her beauty. He brushed the hair from her shoulders, held the back of her neck with both hands, his fingers tangling in her hair, and pulled her closer to a kiss slow and deep. She sighed in his lips amused and leaned closer to him, one of her palms resting above his heart, the other following the path of his chest hair until they met the towel that covered him.

He slowly slid down his hands to Malia's breasts, played with her nipples with his thumbs and she moaned, the sound causing an immediate effect in him. She fitted perfectly in his hands and he started to lower his kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts; she grabbed his hair with one hand, a signal of her arouse and he kept the work with his mouth and tongue while he opened her zipper, sliding off her shorts and panties just as his towel fell loose on the floor.

Malia arched her back and he held her waist, both of them smiled as they kissed again, he walking back until they reached the bed where he sat on, Malia still stood up wearing just her socks. He touched her skin from the small of her back to her butt and then her belly and the exposed skin around the pubic hair that she had trimmed. She didn't use to do that, but this time she did and he frowned a bit, trying to understand why. When he opened his mouth, the question wasn't about it, though.

"What's this?" he asked, touching a brown sticker glued in her abdomen just low enough to be covered by her panties. Malia bit her lip.

"Contraceptive." She answered blushing a little and he lifted an eyebrow.

"You went to the doctor?" she nodded. He touched the sticker again. "You know what it means?"

"Yes." Malia replied quickly, almost unable to hide her excitement. She reached with her foot to his trash can, kicking it closer and he smiled when he saw his box of condoms there.

"Okay…" Stiles said slowly, grabbing her hips and bringing her closer, kissing her belly and up as she sat on his lap; she was completely conscious of his boner. "We'll need to rescue that later, we might need it, but…"

"Not now." She cut him, kissing him, her hips moving against his ever so slightly as he squeezed her ass. Stiles nodded.

"You're right, not now."

-X-

'Lorraine Martin' was what read the cassette tape in Malia's hands as she was laying on her belly on Stiles' bed – their bed -, his fingers tracing lazily the line of her spine up and down, his soft mouth tracing kisses on her shoulder.

"You stole this?" she asked, trying to ignore the tickle in her core. They had a lot already, but never enough.

"Kind of." He answered. "I want to listen to it to see if we can find some clue, any clue to try and stop the lists."

"I can help." Malia volunteered. Stiles smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

They looked at each other and got closer, kissing one more time long and passionate.

"Are we in a hurry now?" Malia asked and he looked at the clock. It was a few past three. He shrugged.

"Yes. But I can be quick."

She laughed.

"I know."

A/N: So? Soon enough we'll have a new chapter based on this week's episode. Hold on tight, people, and leave your review, pretty please! x