(A stalia drabble where Malia is freezing because the power is out in Stiles's house, but he builds a fire by the fireplace and they lay there. Hope you enjoy it :) )
"S-stiles." She breathes, sighing, her teeth chatter together, as her cold body shivers against the warm blankets, and Stiles holds onto her, nodding his head. The power was out again in his house, Stiles father blamed it on faulty wiring, since it was snowing outside, and it was only going to get worse, the snow blows outside, and she feels it in her bones, remembering how cold it was when she was a were-coyate, and now she has this warm body next to her, a certain feeling of joy spreads over her as she looks at Stiles, his teeth are chattering too, as he holds her closer.
He knew his girlfriend has the worst blood circulation ever since she turned back into a human over the summer, Scott helped her with the transition from were-coyate to human, but she still complained about her chilling bones.
He felt bad for her, as he got up, in his star war's boxers, pulling his hoodie off his naturally warm body, he wraps it around her, zipping it up all the way, hoping it will keep her a little warmer then usual.
"Where are you going?" She asks in a soft whisper, her cold hands are against my warm skin, and I shiver from the temperature change. She looks so beautiful in the pale moonlight of the open window, her eyes are slightly glowing blue, and I kiss her soft mouth, and she smiles into the kiss, as I pull away.
"I'll be right back, okay?" I say in a soft tone, and she nods, as she finally lets go of my hand, and I get up, taking one last longing look at her before, her head hits the soft pillow on my bed, and I see her bite her pink lip, as she shivers slightly, and I smile at her, as I exit the room.
Malia lays on the bed, trying to keep her cold hands between her legs, but it's useless as she doesn't feel them get warm, she grumbles lowly, wondering where her boyfriend went, she buries her face in his hoodie, inhaling is sweet scent of the shampoo he uses, she closes her eyes, imagining herself on a beach, the warm sand in between her toes, but she still feels cold, as she opens her eyes, sighing deep, she hops off the bed, entering the adjacent room from his, that had a little fireplace, Stiles didn't like to go in there that much, he was cryptic in his answers of to why, but Malia knew it had to be something about his mother.
He hears her tip-toeing feet against the cold hardwood floor, as he smiles lightly, remembering how coyote's always tip toe on their helpless victim, not wanting to be seen. He slowly turns to find Malia in his over large sweat shirt, her long hair is a mess against her shoulders, as she peers at what he's doing, leaning closer, he pats the spot right next to him, and she sits down where he says, as his hands work away at the wood he found in the back room.
He loves this place, it's where he and mother exchanged stories, where she'd brush her slender fingers across his face, as she held his small toddler body in her lap, he'd squirm under her warm, motherly touch, wanting to play with her, but she'd always tell him that is was bed time, so his body would go slack into her lap, as she would start to tell him a bed time story, and he'd stared up into his mother's face, it was so animated as she told the cliche stories. This was their place, his deft hands work on rubbing the two sticks together, his forehead breaking out into a sweat, as he tries to forgot about the painful memories of his mother.
Malia studies his tense expression and wonders what he's thinking about, his hands work at the sticks, until she sees a spark, and he throws the rest of the firewood in, the flames begin to catch, and he leans back, admiring his work, she wraps her arms around his waist from behind, snuggling into his warmth. But she also wanted to comfort him, let him know she is here, to listen, anytime he wants to talk.
His hands lay on top of hers, as he closes his eyes, smiling at her caring nature, he always cares for her, and he feels a warmth in his heart, as he smiles into the fire, his brown eyes opening slightly, as he rubs her cold hands wanting to get them as warm as he feels right now.
He feels her smile against the exposed skin of his neck, as she leans down, and kisses the space between his ear, and he grabs lightly, setting in front of the fire on his lap, his arms entangled in hers, you wouldn't be able to tell where he begins and she ends. They sit there, not talking, and Stiles know she's warm because she sighs as she watches the fire, and leans back against him.
He doesn't want to talk about his mom, she knows, she gently intertwines their fingers, wanting to make him feel good, as she smiles into the slight darkness.
"I feel a lot better now." She whispers, and she looks up to catch him smiling at her, his face is carefree now, as he leans down, his lips brushing against the side of her head, and she bites her lip, not being able to contain her soft smile.
They spend the rest of the night enjoying each others company, both content to just be around each other, as they watch the fire cackle in the dark room while the cold snow blows against the window.