The unusual noise roused me from my sleep but the sudden thump, followed by a quiet 'oof', was enough to have me reaching for the baseball bat near my bed. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, the slim figure became extremely familiar and with a roll of my eyes, I leaned forward, flipping on the small lamp.
"Stiles, what the hell?" I replaced the bat, taking in the man that was standing in the middle of my bedroom, "Is it raining?"
"No Savannah, I figured I'd douse myself with the hose before climbing up and falling into your bedroom." He turned around and entered my small bathroom, coming back out with a towel in hand.
I watched with delicate scrutiny, knowing something wasn't quite right, "What's wrong?"
His wet shirt had been discarded and he was running the towel over his half naked body, "Nothing."
"Umm...I know you well enough to know when something is off. What happened that prompted this little late night visit?"
He tossed the towel into my laundry basket, "Can't I just come and visit you?"
"That window is a bitch to get to, so no...no you can't just come and visit me Stiles," I climbed out of bed, padding across the hardwood to reach him. He allowed me wrap my arms around his trim waist and with a sigh of defeat, he melded into me.
"Scott and I got into a fight."
"About?"
"Donovan," Stiles rested his head on my shoulder, pulling me into him tighter.
"Wait, how did he…..Theo?" I placed both my hands on his chest, pushing slightly so that he would look at me.
He nodded his head, "I'm fairly certain that he didn't tell Scott everything, or… I don't know, maybe Scott has a point."
"What are you talking about?" I walked backwards, the back of calves hitting the bed and I flopped back down into its warm confines.
"That we shouldn't kill, no matter what," He said defeated.
"Stilinski, just stop!" He looked at me, the light shining off the moisture building in his eyes. "Scott understands the difference between self-defense and murder and you did not commit murder. You didn't pull that pin with the thought of killing Donovan, you pulled that pin with the thought of hurting him enough so you could escape. What happened after that, that was pure fate."
"But that's the thing Savannah, I wanted him dead. I wanted him gone so he wouldn't come after my dad, so he wouldn't come after you." He shuffled his feet, the emotions making him anxious.
"Stiles come here," I reached for his hands, taking them in mine and pulling him down onto the bed, my legs wrapping around his waist. He hovered over me, leaning down and capturing my lips with his. I ran my fingers up his back, his skin still cool from the rain, and tangled them into the soft locks, that curled slightly, at the base of his neck. His lips and hands were hungry as they craved the comfort and peace that my body would bring him. I felt him grasping at the bottom of my shirt, so I sat up, arms above my head and allowed him to tug it from my body. He tossed it onto the floor, landing near his forgotten shirt. As he kneeled in front of me, I took advantage and placed my small hands on his hips. I learned forward and ran my tongue up the small strip of hair that worked it's way beneath the waistband of his pants. The gasp that escaped his lips made me smile and I allowed my body to fall back to the bed, bringing him with me.
Stiles abruptly stopped, "Do you think that Scott will hate me forever?"
I shook my head, "He's your best friend… nothing will ever come between the two of you permanently, not even Theo." I wanted to make him feel better, a evil smirk appearing, "Though…."
"Hold up there cupcake, there is no 'though' in this scenario, you're on my side."
"But Theo… Whew, with the right amount persuasion he might even convince me to… "
Stiles' finger laid across my lips, "Don't you dare finish that sentence." He swiftly wrapped both arms around me, rolling over so I now straddled him, "Now just shut up and kiss me." I laughed, pressing myself against him, his lips quickly finding mine as he greedily took control.
I reached down between us, palming his growing bulge through his jeans, "You…" I mumbled into his lips, "Are wearing far too many clothes."
He wiggled underneath me, but I maintained my position, grinning down at him.
"Woman, if you don't get off me, I can't fulfill all of your earthly desires, and I know that you're already dying from the anticipation."
I laughed, moving just enough for him to slide off the bed. I watched as he rid himself of his pants and boxer-briefs and I squealed with delight as he lunged at me, relieving me of my last article of clothing.
He resumed his position and I climbed back on top, aligning him with my entrance, before slowly sinking down onto his length. I watched as his eyes fluttered closed, his hands automatically going to my hips. I kept the pace slow and titillating. I wanted to have this last, enjoying the look of him beneath me. I leaned forward, feathering kisses along his jawline and down his neck. My hands roamed the expanse of his chest and down his sides. His breathing became shallow and I smiled at the effect that I had on him. However, his eagerness for more friction became apparent and he moved his hands to my ass, using his strength to pick up the pace. His hips snapped up, driving himself deep and I knew that I wouldn't last much longer. I felt my walls clench around him, the feeling of my impending orgasm building quickly. I hungrily seized his lips with mine, my body quivering. I tugged on his shoulder, getting him to roll us over so he could have complete control. He propped my legs on his shoulders, allowing him full access to drive in deeper. The euphoric sensations had me pulsating and I quickly succumbed. I gripped his forearms tightly as he thrust in a few more times, his eyes rolling back as he spilled inside of me. I brought my legs down, pulling him to me and kissing him with a frenzied fervor.
"I take it back Stilinski, you can come and visit anytime you want," I snuggled into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around my waist.
"Oh what, now I'm just your late night booty call? Am I just some boy toy to you?" He kissed my forehead, his head hitting the pillow.
"You said it, not me."
"Just hush up Hadfield and go to sleep," His voice was husky and its reverberations coursed through my body, causing me to shiver.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep to the sound of our hearts beating steadily.