**Oh wow, finally. I have been DYING to get this story published but had to finish with Scott and Lydia first. But finally, it's here. I really hope you enjoyed JAK and I hope you love JAM just as much. Here's the first chapter. I thought the song choice was just... fitting. Enjoy! **
SONG: Kiss me out of the bearded barley…Nightly beside the green, green grass…Swing, swing, swing the spinning step…You wear those shoes, and I will wear that dress…So, kiss me ~ Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer
Chapter 1
Stiles:
"Stiles, I want to have sex."
Those were the first words out of her mouth after she climbed through my window.
I had only been sitting at my computer trying to research a school pro-. You know what, who I am kidding? I was looking at the evidence in the Beacon Hills Police database and seeing if there was anything we were missing on Lydia's stalker. It was driving me crazy. I know she wasn't mine, but she was still my friend, sort of, kind of. It was touch and go at this point.
It was hard being around her and Scott knowing what I know now but also because they were both so miserable and I knew it was my fault. It isn't even that I still felt that way about her, not really, it's just the fact that they liked each other, no loved each other and I felt betrayed… or at least that's what I told myself.
I stopped typing and turned to look at Malia, blinking to make sure that my ears weren't deceiving me. We had been talking since we found her in the woods on Friday. It started as me just wanting to check on her. But I realized that she has been roaming the woods for eight years with no real human interaction, unless you count dinner. She needed a friend right now and I felt like I did too.
"Come again." I said sinking back into my desk chair. She plopped on my bed Indian style and huffed out a breath. Blowing her light brown hair out her face. She still hadn't mastered the art of using a brush daily. But she was so cute all tousled like this that I didn't mind.
"That's the thing, I want to. It would be nice to do it with an actual person though."
"As opposed to…?" I questioned, wondering why I even asked.
"Me, myself and I." she complained folding her arms. "I mean it feels good and all, but I hear it's better with another person in the mix."
"Who are you talking to about sex?"
"Nobody, but I've watched TV. Sex seems to be a common activity between men and women. And they look like they enjoy it, a lot. And then I did some research on my own."
"Where are you doing this research and why didn't you just come to me, I could have helped you research stuff…" I thought about that. "Nope. Never mind. Scratch that. Bad idea."
"Why is it a bad idea?"
"It just is." I said, trying not to think of what researching sex with her would be like.
"See it affects you too." she said waving a hand in my direction.
"What do you mean?"
"You get this stupid look on your face when you are thinking… things."
"Never mind that. What exactly did you research?"
"Well, I typed sex into the thingy on my phone and all these sites popped up."
I closed my eyes and pinched my nose. This could lead nowhere good.
"Let me guess. The search engine pulled up sites with XXX in the name, right?"
"Yeah, it did. So, I clicked on one and these naked people came up and there was a lot of grunting and stuff." She said laying back against my pillow. "At first I thought it was kind of gross, just boobs and hoo-has everywhere-."
"I'm sorry. Hoo-has?"
"You know… down there." She said pointing to her groin area.
"I see and is that an accurate word for that?" I asked.
"Well saying vagina seems weird and saying p-. THAT word just sounds wrong. So, I'm going with hoo-ha. Anyway, boobs, hoo-has and… doodads-."
"Doodads? Okay first no, just no, never call it that again. Second porn is not the best place to look for information on sex."
"Well, it was the first site that popped up. Let me finish. Anyway, with all those… body parts just flying around I couldn't figure out why people were doing it. What's so great about it? But then stuff started happening and then stuff really started happening and I got curious. So… I tried some stuff and…" she stopped and then Malia Tate, who was still learning how to act human and wasn't really good with emotions blushed.
"You found something you liked." I finished getting up from the chair and taking a seat on the bed, laying my head across her stomach.
It's something we've done since the first time she came over, after she got comfortable. She had come over and we were just talking while I was laying across my bed and she crawled up on it, picked my head up, laid down perpendicular to me and laid it across her stomach and started playing with my hair. I enjoy it. I don't think she was aware she had done it at first, but I wasn't inclined to stop her.
"Yeah, I did. A lot." She admitted her fingers combing through my hair, I closed my eyes and sighed.
"That's common. Most people do." I told her.
"Do you?" she asked.
"Yes. Quite often actually. I think of it like taking your vitamins, at least once a day and maybe twice on Sundays to stay healthy and happy." I smiled.
She laughed slapping the top of my head before continuing her ministration.
"Have you ever…" she again stopped.
"No, not yet at least." I told her. But I hoped too, one day, hopefully soon. Please God.
"Are you waiting for someone specific? Like Lydia?" I was shaking my head before she even finished. She knew all about my feelings and the teen drama that was Scott, Lydia, and me. If things had been more awkward you could add in Allison and Isaac as well. But Scott loves that Isaac and Allison are together. I wish I could be that mature. Malia has already told me to get over myself, stop being a dick and my let my friends be happy.
"No. I have completely given up on me and Lydia ever being more then friends." I said, really meaning it. Sure, I still had moments where I thought I was jealous but maybe it's because they have a connection with each other that I want to find with someone.
"Does she and Scott know that? Have you talked to them?"
"No, not yet. I know I need to I just have to… get over myself now." I sighed.
"Well, if you're not waiting for Lydia, then who?" she asked.
"I want it to be with… someone who sees me." I admitted.
"What do you mean?"
"I want it to be with someone who can look past my quirks. Who can get over the fact that I sometimes hyper obsess over things or that sometimes my anxiety is so high that I actually trip over it. I want it to be with someone who looks at me the way Allison and Isaac look at each other, or…"
"The way that Scott and Lydia look at each other?" she finished.
"Yeah." I sighed again. "Don't you want your first time to be special?"
"What like flowers and candles and all that?"
"No, that stuff feels overrated to me. I mean who needs all that stuff if you have someone you care about and just want to be with them, you know?"
"Agreed. But I guess I never thought about it. I guess I do want it to be with someone who's not going to be there one minute and gone the next. Someone who cares about me and will hold me or let me hold them afterwards."
"Yeah, exactly. A connection not a quickie."
"And it would be nice to have a first kiss, I guess." She continued. My head popped up to look at her.
"Wait, you haven't been kissed? Ever?" I asked. She shoved my head back down and went back to what she was doing. I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. It seemed to calm her down.
"Eight years Stiles. I was nine when I disappeared. Why would you think I had been kissed?"
"Well, I mean I don't know. I just guessed maybe some little boy in your class had snuck a kiss or something." I shrugged.
"Are we talking grandma kisses or real kisses?" She stopped and asked.
"Okay, you have a point. If you were kissing, kissing at 9 years old then this would be a totally different conversation." I admitted.
"When did you have your first kiss?" she asked. I grabbed her hand and put it back in my hair and she took the hint.
"Eighth grade at a party playing spin the bottle. It was really… wet." I said, remembering in disgust.
"Wet? Is it supposed to be wet?"
"No, not really. She was a lip licker. Every few minutes she would lick her lips like they were desert dry. I mean just get some Chap Stick, or those weird lip glosses girls wear. Though I am not sure that would be any better. I think it would be like kissing a sticky maple syrup bottle. Who came up with those anyway? What person looked at lips and say, 'hmmm, I think I will make them sticky'."
"Focus Stiles. We were talking about sex… and kissing."
"Right, sorry."
"Stiles, Malia." My dad said standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hey dad."
"Hey Mr. S." Malia greeted. She never used his full last name and she refused to call him sheriff if she could help it.
"Malia, you can use the door. It's open to you anytime." He told her.
"The window is more convenient." She told him. I chuckled and my dad shook his head.
"I'm heading to work, overnight shift."
"Cool, cool." I told him.
"I know I'm wasting my time saying this, but Stiles, please be good."
"That sounds boring." I said.
"Do it anyway." He sighed. "There's money on the counter for dinner, try to get something that has a vegetable in it."
"Supreme pizza it is." I told him, agreeing that vegetables were needed.
"Pizza? I like pizza." Malia spoke up. My dad sighed in defeat.
"Bye guys."
"Bye dad."
"Later."
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the scalp massage, both of us quiet as he left. I hardly ever have these moments. Scott is the only other person who I can just chill out with, without my ADHD kicking in. They were peaceful, these moments. And I was starting to look forward to them.
"Stiles."
"Hmm."
"Can I ask a favor?"
"Shoot." I don't know why she even asked.
"Will you kiss me?" she asked hesitantly.
My eyes popped open.
"You want me to kiss you?"
"Yes."
"Me?"
"You."
"To kiss you?"
"Isn't that what I just said?" she asked, and I could hear the eye roll.
"With my lips?"
"Is there another way to do it?"
"No, I'm just… where is this coming from?" I asked, sitting up and looking at her.
"I originally planned to ask you to have sex with me, but then after we talked about it, I realized I want my first time to be special too."
My eyes almost popped out of my head.
"You want to have sex with me?"
"Never mind. Forget I said anything." She sighed, getting up and heading for the window.
"Malia, wait." I stood up and grabbed her hand.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, you just took me by surprise, that's all. You know how I get."
"Is the idea of having sex with me so weird?" she said, crossing her arms and looking anywhere but at me.
"No, it's not. Malia, you're amazing. Any guy would be lucky if you chose them. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you thought of me to do… that with."
"Why? You're one of my best friends, actually you're my only friend. But I like you and I think you're cute. And I think your manic behavior is adorable… when it's not annoying the hell out of me." She rolled her eyes and I snickered.
"I can't think of anyone else I would rather share that with. But after hearing what you said about what kind of person you wanted to experience that with and, I want that too. I don't want to take that away from either of us." She shrugged, fidgeting.
"I understand that I really do. But do you really want me to kiss you? That's another first you've never had. Do you really want to give that to me?" I asked, searching her eyes. She looked away, squirming uncomfortably. She really wasn't good with emotions. We were working on it, and she was making progress. But she said feeling things made her skin itchy. It was endearing. Looking back at me, she bit her lip and nodded.
"I really do."
She was so nervous and… vulnerable. It made me feel things, want things. It made me want to give her anything she wanted.
Malia:
He was doing that studying thing, where he looked at me like he was trying to look inside me to see what made me tick. I hated it. No, I didn't. I loved that he paid that close attention to me. But right this minute I wasn't fan. My gaze strayed to his Adams apple that was bobbing like a bouncing ping pong ball with how often he was swallowing. Could that be a choking risk?
"Okay." He said. My head snapped up and I looked at him wide eyed.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. If you want me to kiss you, I will kiss you."
Oh shit. He said yes. He really said yes. Stiles was going to be my first kiss. I want it I really do. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know if it's as passionate and all-consuming as I think it will be. But now I'm nervous. It's Stiles. He's the first person I connected with as a human. He's the first person that contacted me to check in with me. I want it to be with him. But what if I mess it up?
"Close your eyes, Malia." Stiles said stepping closer to me. I could scent the anxiety coming off him and layers of other things as well, nerves being one of them.
I did as he asked and took a deep breath letting it out slowly. My hands clenched as my sides because I wasn't sure what to do with them. Do I wrap them around him? Do I grab his arms? Do I touch his face? I'm going to suck at this so badly.
I felt his hands cup my face, his thumbs stroke over my cheeks. I felt his breath wash over me and leaned in closer. Toothpaste, mouthwash, aftershave. He lips brushed against mine and I sucked in a breath. Warm and soft. Another brush, then a firm press of his lips to mine. Instinctively I pulled him closer, wrapping my hands around his back. His tongue touched my lips and I opened for him. Hands in my hair, locking me in place.
This is so much better than I ever thought it would be. Feelings usually made me feel weird like my skin was crawling because I wasn't sure how to process them. But this made me feel other things, that I could not put a name to right now.
I made a noise when Stiles pulled away and I tried to follow. He gave me one more peck and let me go. My eyes opened. Stiles big brown ones were staring at me, his lips quirked upward.
"Well?" he asked. My brain tried to come up with an appropriate word, amazing, incredible, wonderful, staggering. Damn that word of the day calendar he gave me. But none of them fit.
"Can we do it again?"
He grinned then dove in for another.