++++++ I do not own Teen Wolf or any affiliated characters apart from my OC. All rights belong to Jeff Davis and MTV ++++++
Eight
Standing at the bottom of the stairs the following morning, Melissa McCall listened to her daughter as she ran from her bedroom to the bathroom and back again. She stood there for almost ten minutes before her curiosity peaked and she marched upstairs to see what was going on.
Rose stood in her bedroom looking at a variety of clothes that were lain out on her bed trying to pick something to wear. Her hair was braided down one side of her head and she was wearing just a little bit more makeup than usual.
"What's going on?" Melissa asked.
"Can't figure out what to wear, mum," Rose sighed, throwing shirts off the bed. "I don't wanna say look at me sexy but more casual laid back sexy."
Melissa raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You've a date?"
Rose nodded, picking up a black and grey dress that came just above her knees. "Perfect!" she declared, pulling it on followed by a pair of black leggings much to Melissa's relief.
As she pulled out a pair of socks and knee high boots, Melissa cleared her throat to catch her attention. "Who's the guy?"
Rose rolled her eyes. "Mum, relax, it's Stiles. Not some drug dealer or pimp. It's just Stiles."
Melissa's jaw dropped a little. "Stiles?"
She nodded. "Yeah, Stiles. We're going to lunch than the movies."
"Stiles?" Melissa asked again, trying to catch her daughter out in a lie.
Rose finished putting her boots on. "Yeah, Stiles." She sighed. "I know you're worried mum, but it's Stiles. I've had this huge crush on him since I left, after what he did for me I realised what a bitch I'd been so I'm making it up to him as I go."
"But Stiles?" her mum asked. She was smiling a little but Rose and Stiles together were a blow up waiting to happen. And not in a bad way but more in a wild, crazy way. She sighed. "Ok. Have fun and don't remember that Scott's playing his first game tonight."
"Thanks mum!" Rose grinned. She hugged her mum and grabbed her bag. "I'll see you at the game."
Just as she came outside, Stiles' jeep pulled into the driveway. When Rose got inside, Stiles reversed out and silently drove down the road. She smiled. "Nothing to be nervous about Stiles."
Stiles cleared his throat. "Nervous? I'm not nervous."
Rose rolled her eyes. "I can hear your heartbeat Stiles, you're nervous."
Stiles stared at her. "You have got to stop doing that."
"Sorry." Rose stared down at her hands. "If you don't want to go out to the movies we can grab lunch, head back to your place and play the X-Box all afternoon."
He shook his head. "No, no. You wanted to the movies."
Rose giggled. "It was a suggestion, Stiles. Honestly, we're probably more comfortable playing Halo or whatever's out. I was never one for flaunting it like Lydia or Jackson."
"My dad's not home," Stiles replied.
Rose grinned. "Awesome. We'll order pizza. You totally cat proofed your house right?"
Stiles stared at her. "Was I meant to?"
Rose burst out laughing, clutching her sides she was laughing so hard. "No! It's not like I'm gonna scratch at the furniture!" she teased.
Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. Thank you for that comic genius. Scott totally messaged me last night about this date."
Rose laughed. "Yeah, he was totally freaked, poor boy. Can't blame him though, he can sense there's something off about me but can't pin point in. I'm totally going to tell him tomorrow. Not rip his concentration from the game."
"He's got Allison to think about," Stiles shrugged.
She laughed again. "It would be adorable if Allison wasn't the kid of a hunter. Her dad was the one that shot me."
"Shot Scott as well," Stile grinned. "Must be a sibling thing." He got out of the car and rushed around to open Rose's door for her.
She smiled. "Such a gentleman."
"Dad won't be home for another couple hours," Stiles answered. "They're stuck transferring all the old records on the computers. There's like fifty years' worth of records and add that to the so called animal attacks, he's working heaps overtime."
Rose paused for a second. She took that bit of information and filed it away for later.
"So, what do you wanna play?" Stiles asked her when they got inside.
Rose sifted through the pile of X-Box games on the shelf. "Call of Duty Black Ops. Sweet, you can teach me how to be a soldier made of data. I'll be all my data can help me be."
"Why you gotta ruin everything?" Stiles joked as he set it up. "You got an account?"
"Stiles, I have boobs," Rose answered.
"I'll take that as a no," he laughed. Stiles handed Rose the controls and went to order the pizza. By the time he came back, she'd already set up her account and her avatar, the little female having a distinctive cat-like likeness. He rolled his eyes. "Nice avatar," Stiles laughed.
Rose grinned. "I thought so, too."
The two of them played at ate pizza most of the afternoon, catching up on everything that they'd missed during the last year. Rose told Stiles she'd developed a bit of a fondness for soccer since in Brazil is was the sport to play. He rolled his eyes and laughed as she explained the rules to him all the while telling him it was much less complicated than a bunch of boys throwing balls at each other with sticks.
"I totally suck at this game," Rose declared after dying the tenth time in twenty minutes. She dumped the control on the seat next to her and watched Stiles collect yet another flag. She leant over and placed her head on Stiles shoulder. "I think you're cheating."
"Cheating?" Stiles laughed.
Rose nodded. "Yeah, cheating."
"It's pure skill!" Stiles argued.
Rose laughed. "Skill, huh?" She moved onto Stile's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck with the biggest smirk on her face. "Well if it's skill I'm sure you can concentrate whilst I distract you if it's all about pure skill." She could feel his pulse start to race as she leant in and nipped and sucked on his neck.
Stiles groaned. "God, Rose…"
She moved away from his neck and kissed him on the jaw line bit by bit until she reached his lips. "Close, but no," she grinned.
Stiles dropped the control on the lounge beside them than wrapped his arms around her torso to pull her closer. There was nothing but the sound of soft moans and the occasional curse word spoken throughout the Stilinski household. Stiles was thrilled that they'd elected not to go to the movies, this was so much better.
"What on earth?" someone shouted from the other side of the lounge room.
Stiles and Rose sprung apart to find Sheriff Stilinski standing there staring at them, his jaw practically on the floor. "Ah-hi dad," Stiles gulped, pulling a cushion onto his lap to cover the erection he was clearly sporting.
"Sheriff Stilinski," Rose blushed.
"I thought you two were going to the movies," he growled. The sheriff dumped his jacket on the chair by the window. "Do I need to have the sex talk with you both?"
"Dad!" Stiles shouted.
Rose wished she could bury herself in the couch. "I should probably go," she whispered. She got up and rushed out.
Stiles jumped up and followed her. "I'll take you home!"
"I need the walk," Rose replied.
"Rose, wait!" he sighed.
She turned around. "I'm so sorry."
Stiles shook his head. "Don't be. Trust me, don't be. I had a great afternoon. Did you have a great afternoon?"
Rose nodded.
"One question," Stiles frowned. "Does this mean we're dating?"
She grinned. "Are you asking me out?" Rose asked him.
Stiles shuffled a little. "Yeah...sure…why not."
"Sure," Rose grinned, leaning over to kiss him. "I like the sound of that."
"Me too," Stiles grinned. "I'll see you at the game tonight."
Rose shoved her hands in her pocket and started to walk home. She loved the idea of smelling like Stiles, it was certainly a scent that she liked.