** I completely forgot to repost this story on this site. I have it on AO3 but i meant to cross post. so, it's back. Again, this chapter is the same as the One-Shot Lose Control. Hope you enjoy. **

Scott:

"To new adventures." Stiles said holding up his glass for us to clink.

"Hopefully ones not filled with blood, monsters and danger." Lydia said clinking her glass to his.

"Well, now you're just jinxing it." he replied.

"To new adventures." I said getting on with the toast before those two could bicker, again.

They had dated all summer and at the beginning it had been great for both of them. But then they slowly just transitioned back to friends. I thought it odd since Stiles had pretty much been obsessed with her all through high school, even while dating Malia, who was sitting across from me. But when I asked him about it he said he doesn't know what happened. After the initial high of being together of finally being with the one person he's been in love with for 4 years, those feelings just kind of faded. They eventually decided to break up, especially since he was heading to Georgia for the pre-FBI program, and she was heading to Massachusetts to MIT. Neither of them wanted to do the long-distance thing.

They seem to be doing fine, back to being friends and bickering over the tiniest of things. Though I agreed with Lydia, if I didn't see another creature, or enemy trying to ruin me and/or this town it would be too soon. The last one was a doozy as is. Getting rid of the A-Nuk-Ite had not been easy and it had almost cost me my eyes. But with the help of my pack, I was able to focus enough to heal. Monroe was another issue. She was still out there but for right now she was quiet. Don't know if that will last or not.

Taking a sip of my coke I grimaced.

"I don't think this is coke, or at least not straight coke." Malia said.

"Nope, pretty sure this is alcohol." Stiles said taking a bigger sip. "Yep, that's alcohol."

"Weren't you in charge of the drinks?" Lydia asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, and I asked for 4 cokes. Not once in my description did I say to spike them."

"They probably just mixed up the orders. It's packed here tonight." Malia offered, looking around.

It was a packed house. After the last two weeks everyone was relieved to be free of constant fear that the A-Nuk-ite had provided. But tonight, most were teens like us that were leaving for college soon and some returning back to college after tonight. I nodded to a few classmates and ex classmates who spotted us. A few of them were feeling guilty about how they reacted to finding out about what I and some of my friends were, the ones who just hid in terror and didn't take up arms. I didn't really blame them though. It was a valid fear, some of my kind aren't… kind at all. For the most part those that know accept us with no problems. There are still a few who fear us, but no one so far has decided to try to end us.

"Well, I'm feeling pretty good right now. Lydia come dance with me." Stiles said, getting up and pulling Lydia from her seat.

"But I don't want to dance."

"I remember you saying that before and yet still." He said pulling her to the dance floor and spinning her around. She giggled but danced with him.

"Those two have issues." Malia said.

"Since freshman year." I sighed. I still sipped on my drink as did she. It wasn't like it would affect us at all unfortunately. For once I would like to get drunk and do something stupid like any other college age kid.

"I don't get it." She said watching them.

"What?"

"Them. He's been in love with her since freshman year, right? And Lydia was obsessed with him during the whole Ghost rider thing. Yet they date for a few months and break up. I don't get it."

"I don't either, to tell you the truth. I guess that saying, 'the grass is always greener on the other side' is true though." I shrugged.

"Yeah, I don't get that either." She said shaking her head but not taking her eyes off of them. He was whispering something to Lydia that had her laughing. If you didn't know them, you would think it was intimate. I took the time to study Malia, wondering what she was thinking.

"Are you still hung up on Stiles?" I asked. She turned to me; surprise written all over her face.

"Not at all. Why would I be?"

"I don't know. Just curious. When you guys broke up you didn't seem to go through a mourning period like other ex-couples do."

"Oh, well, I did for a while, but that was when we were all on the outs. But after everything we have been through since then I realized that as much as I care about Stiles and I know he cares about me, it couldn't compare to what he felt for her. Honestly, I just want him to be happy and I thought he was with her. That's what I don't get. No one spends all that time pining for someone only to end up staying just friends."

"You do if you learn that what you want isn't actually what you want or need. They were good for a while. But… it's like getting that gift you always wanted and hoped for each Christmas. But when you get it and play with it for a while, it loses its appeal and just ends up with all the other toys. Not that I think Lydia is or was a toy to him."

"I guess that makes sense. I used to want this limited-edition Barbie when I was a kid and then I got it for my birthday one year and it just wasn't what I thought it was going to be." She said nodding.

"Exactly."

"Eh, as long as they are okay with how things turned out then I guess it doesn't matter what happened. At least they were able to go back to being friends."

"Agree."

"So, what about you? Have you heard from Kira?" she asked. Shaking my head, I gulped down the rest of my drink and picked up Stiles. He didn't need it.

"No, and I don't think I will either."

"Why not?" she asked tilting her head.

"She has a lot to work on and her deal with the Skinwalkers means no contact with the outside world for the duration. I don't know how long that will be. We agreed not to wait for each other."

"Are you okay with that?"

"It wouldn't matter if I was or not, but yeah I am. Maybe we were only meant for a season. It's all good. I'm starting school so I'll be busy. No time for a relationship anyway."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I can't believe I got into OSU. I'm still not sure how that happened. But I'm looking forward to it. And yeah, I don't think a relationship will play into the cards for a while."

I nodded sipping away.

"But God am I going to miss sex." She sighed dramatically and I choked on my drink, spewing it across table and hacking up a lung. "Whoa, you okay?"

Nodding, I coughed and grabbed a bunch of napkins to clean up the mess.

"Yeah, I'm good." I rasped, clearing my throat. I felt a pat on my back and looked up to see Derek standing there smirking.

"Malia, blurting out things shouldn't be a surprise to you by now."

"Depends on what she blurts out. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Grabbing dinner. But I should have guessed it would be packed in here. Why do you both smell like alcohol?"

"They mixed up our drink orders with someone else's." I explained.

"Well, I guess you have earned it, so I won't say anything. Where's the rest of the crew?" he asked looking around before spotting Stiles and Lydia. Stiles doing the dance Uma Thurman did in Pulp Fiction and Lydia laughing hysterically at him.

"Yeah, besides those two everyone else is home. Everyone just taking a break from everyone right now. We'll see them before we leave in the morning."

"That's right, you leave for UC Davies tomorrow." Derek said turning back to us and smiling. I nodded feeling excited for the experience. "I'm happy for you man, but it won't be the same around here without you."

"Let's hope not." I said and Malia snorted in agreement.

"Hey, now it's a party." Stiles said coming back to the table, dragging Lydia behind him. He picked up a glass and gulped down the rest of what was in it.

"That wasn't your glass." I told him snickering. He looked at it in confusion. He was already buzzed.

"Did you just finish my drink?" Lydia asked him.

"Well, I didn't know it was yours. Where's mine?" he asked looking at the empty glasses on the table. I held up the one in my hand. "Man, I was gonna finish that."

"Yeah, and you probably shouldn't. You probably shouldn't have finished the one you just did." I told him, remembering the last time he drank. He swayed slightly on his feet.

"Is he already drunk?" Derek asked grabbing his arm to steady him.

"Yeah." three of us answered.

"Stiles is a light weight." I told him.

"I am not. I weight exactly 150 lb.; I checked this morning."

"What, dripping wet?" Derek asked. The rest of us tried not to laugh at Stiles' put out face.

"I will have you know that I am deceptively stronger than I look." Stiles said, turning to face him, and his eyes crossed, and he continued to sway.

"Okay, I think we should get him out of here before the bartender realizes his mistake." I said getting up.

"You stay, I'll take him. Did he drive the jeep?" Derek asked.

"No, I did. I was going to drop him off after we left."

"Then I'll take him. Enjoy your last night." he said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine." He said holding up Stiles and guiding him to the door, trying to be discreet. Stiles didn't argue just went with it. I shook my head sitting back down.

"Well, I think I will take off too." Lydia said, grabbing her purse.

"Really? I thought we were going to stay out for a while." Malia said.

"Yeah, but there's something I want to do before I leave tomorrow. I was going to wait 'til tomorrow but liquid courage and all."

"Are you okay to drive?" I asked.

"I'm fine." She snorted. "I'm not even tipsy. Besides, I only had a few sips before Stiles finished it. I'll stop by tomorrow to see you guys before I head out."

'Okay, have a good night." I told her. She waved to us and left, leaving just me and Malia.

"And then there were two, unless you wanted to leave also." Malia said.

"Nah, I'm good for a while longer. Besides you rode in with Lydia, right?"

"Yeah, but I can walk back." She shrugged.

"You're not walking back home Malia. I'll take you when we decide to leave."

"Suit yourself. I don't mind walking, but I wouldn't turn down a ride. So, what were we talking about before you decided to shower me with coke?"

"Shock factor, Malia. You are the queen of shock factor."

"I aim to please. And it's not like I'm wrong."

I nodded because she wasn't wrong. I miss sex as well. Sometimes your hand just isn't enough. Sometimes you needed another warm body there as well. Someone you could get and give pleasure. Someone you could go long and hard with. I didn't really have that with Kira. She was a fox yeah, but she was more into gentle and sweet, which is great as well. But I couldn't really let loose with her. Allison was my first and things were great in that area for us, but I felt like I was holding back a lot because despite being a hunter, she was human. I feared hurting her too much. Sometimes you just needed that all-consuming passionate, animalistic, raw sex that leaves you exhausted and weak.

"What are you thinking about over there?" Malia asked. I focused back on the present, realizing I had been staring off into space, lost in thought.

"Uh, nothing. Sorry."

"Uh huh. I can smell just as good as you can, you know." she said with a smirk. I huffed a laugh and drained the rest of the glass setting it down.

"Yes, I know that."

"You're thinking about sex, aren't you?"

I laughed out right, feeling some heat creeping into my neck and face.

"It's okay you know. I get it. It's been a while I would imagine."

"And it's going to be a while longer." I said sitting back, slumping against the leather booth.

"What, no plans for college walk of shame?"

"No, no plans for that. For one it could be awkward as hell afterwards. For two I have never had a one nightstand before." I told her shrugging.

"Never?"

I shook my head.

"How is that possible? Do you see the looks you get from girls? I mean just look around now." She said gesturing to the people around us. And I looked seeing a few girls looking in our direction. One of them gave me a finger wave. I gave her a half smile and turned back to Malia.

"Yeah, you should see the looks you are getting."

"Oh, I have. But none of them feel worth the effort." She shrugged. "But I'm curious now. Is it just because you have to be in a relationship for that? I mean I get it if that's the case."

"No, it's not that I have to be in one, I have just always been. Honestly, it's really just the awkwardness afterwards. Our school wasn't that big for me to not run into them again."

"Okay, I see your point. It can be weird when it's over, especially when they are expecting more then you're willing to give."

"Exactly. Besides, I would be too afraid of hurting someone. You can't really go all in with a human."

"That's true. The extra strength we have, we have to be very careful. And being careful all the time, takes some of the joy out of it."

"Exactly." I told her.

"We need more young shifters in the area. Young, hot, single shifters." She said dreamily. I laughed at her.

"Someone you can get animalistic with, without worry or care."

"Exactly." She said stealing my word with a bright smile.

For a moment, my brain ran rampant with an idea. A stupid one that involved long tanned legs wrapped around my neck as I pounded into her. My name leaving on a scream from her lips. My hands on her slick hips as she rode me hard and fast. Blue eyes rolling in pleasure meeting me thrust for thrust. Hard, fast, sweaty... Fuck, what am I thinking? Shaking my head, I looked around the Grille again. More people were pouring in. it was getting way too crowded and I was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic. Looking back at Malia, I saw her studying me in a contemplative way. I took a deep breath and my eyes flashed red for a second.

"So, uh. It looks like its filling up in here. You want to head out? We can just go for a ride or whatever."

"Sure, let's go. It is getting a bit stifling in here." She said scooting out of the booth. I exited my side and placed a hand on the small of her back, warding off a couple of guys that had been drinking and were making the decision to take their shot with her. Doing this was more for their protection then hers. Malia didn't suffer fools and they were drunk fools.

Outside, we both gulped in the fresh air. One of the things about being a shifter and in public is that you can smell everything from everyone. It can be overwhelming sometimes. I walked her to the jeep and opened her door. Instead of getting in she turned to me. Her study of me had me raising a brow in her direction.

"Okay, so I have a proposition. Its way out of left field but…" she said biting her lip.

"Okay… what is it?" Did I really want to know? My head wasn't really clear of the fantasy I painted while inside the Grille. A fantasy I have had before, plenty of times. Especially those times when I was alone and needed a release. It didn't help that I could still smell her. But on the other hand, she could smell me too.

"We're friends, right?"

"Right."

"And nothing could change that."

"With all that we have been through, of course not." Half of me was hoping she wouldn't suggest what I think she was going to. The other half of me was begging her to suggest it. Right now, I could really use that release and it would be great to have it with someone who could match my energy.

"So, I'm a shifter and you're a shifter."

I nodded, my hand gripping the door. She smirked as she stepped right into my space, and she smelled so damn good. I could smell her animal lurking underneath, and the pheromones she was releasing into the air around us. I also could smell how wet she was already. It had my wolf perking up at the prospect. Her hands landing on my chest and running down to my abs. She gripped the belt loops of my jeans and pulled me into her body.

"I'm proposing one night, just you and me, no awkwardness and no commitment." She said leaning up, her lips dangerously close to mine. Her fingers brushing against the seam of my jeans, which were already feeling tight. "We can completely let go with each other with no fear of someone getting hurt. We both leave tomorrow completely satisfied and still friends."

"This sounds like a very bad idea." I said, grabbing her and pulling her roughly against me. Her warm heat soaking into me. My hands had a mind of their own as I squeezed her ass.

"Oh, it is. That's why we should do it." she purred, her lips brushing lightly against mine.

"You're killing me here, Malia." I told her.

"Not yet." she smirked. "Come on alpha, what do you say?" Her calling me that went straight to my dick.

A growl left my chest and my eyes turned red as I crashed my lips to hers. The kiss was feral, hard, and punishing. Both of us fighting for dominance of it. Her winning when she bit my lip, tugging on it then run her tongue over it. My hand weaved through her hair, gripping some and yanking her head back, breaking the kiss. She was still smiling, her eyes hooded and blue. She knew she had won. For now, she can think that, but tonight...

"Get in the jeep or I will take you right here." I growled to her. I let her go and she hopped in.

"Where are we headed?" she asked as I peeled out of the parking lot.

"My house." I grunted. I was on the edge and my libido was urging me to hurry the hell up.

"Your mom?"

"Overnight shift."

No more words were spoken. I was glad she didn't try to touch me right now. I was two seconds from either going off like a damn fire hydrant or pulling over and letting her ride me until morning, screw whoever saw. The fresh air helped me to calm down enough that I wouldn't end up blowing as soon as I touched her, but I still needed to be inside her like ASAP.

Whipping into the drive we were both out of the jeep before the lights had dimmed. I was on her as soon as we were inside, slamming the door closed. She jumped, wrapping her legs around me and I ran upstairs to my room, closing the door and slamming her against it. Her moan when my teeth scraped her neck, and oh my God that sound. My hand went to the fly of her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them before shoving my hand into her panties. Fuck she was soaked. My hand was coated almost at first contact. I stroked over her clit before finding her entrance and pushing a finger inside.

"Yes." she hissed, her head hitting the door, eyes closed as she rocked her hips against my hand. Smiling I licked up her neck to her ear, biting her lobe eliciting a keen sound from her. My finger had found what it was searching for, and I pressed on the spot.

"So damn wet. Is this all for me?"

She nodded, gasping when I tapped hard on that magic button.

"Naked, need you naked. Now." She panted. Chuckling, I removed my hand, sucking her flavor off my fingers. I needed more of that. I set her down and started stripping. I watched her as she did the same. We both took a minute to catalogue what we were seeing. Long, lean, lethal curves, skin flushed. God, she was beautiful. I caged her against the door, burying my head in her neck, sucking, kissing, and licking. Her hand went straight to my straining length, stroking with strong sure hands. I clenched my jaw to try to stay in control. I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted to be buried balls deep inside her before that happened.

"Tell me what you want Malia."

Malia:

I smirked, watching his face contort with pleasure and I stroked him. His control was impeccable, but I really needed him to lose control.

"I want my alpha to fuck me." I answered him, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "Think you can do that?"

With a growl he picked me up, forcing me to release him, and tossed me on the bed before he followed. My pussy clenched watching him crawl up my body, his gaze pure animal heat, his dick bobbing with every move, glistening at the tip. I hoped I would get to taste that tonight. He gave me another hard bruising kiss, grabbing my hands and placing them around the bars on his headboard. His eyes glowed bright red when he looked at me.

"Don't move them." He ordered. I nodded, anticipating what he was going to do next. Lips and teeth traveled down my neck to my chest. Expert hands massaged my breast, flicking over a nipple before being replaced with a hot mouth and tongue. He lavished it before tugging on it. I thrust my hips upward needing some kind of friction, meeting with hardness.

Delivering the same treatment to the other side he licked and sucked his way down until he reached my apex. He gave me a wicked grin, setting my legs on his shoulders and gripping my hips. He kissed and nipped at both thighs and was still watching me as he swiped his tongue through my folds, stopping to nip at my clit. I bit my lip and gripped the bars harder to keep from grabbing his head and pushing him further into me.

"Fuck. Scott." I cried as he continued to lick, suck, and nip at me. The moans he was emitting were adding to the feeling and I tried in vain to raise my hips to meet his mouth, but he had a tight grip on me.

"Oh, oh, oh." I gasped when his tongue dipped into my entrance, circling that sensitive ring of muscles there. My head thrashed when it was replaced with a thick finger. Just teasing my entrance, not quite moving in.

"Oh, God. Fuck."

The vibration of his laughter caused me to forget my orders and let go of the headboard and grab his hair. He growled as he looked up at me.

"I told you not to move. Put your hand back. Move again and I stop. Understand?" Whining, I nodded, doing as I was told.

He dove back in as if starving, moaning, slurping, sucking, driving me out of my mind with his tongue, his teeth grazing me and, finally, a finger entering me. I whimpered when a second one quickly followed, and he found that spot again. He raised his head to watch me as he twisted his fingers inside me, hitting that spot over and over. I wailed, shaking and quivering waiting and wanting to fall over the edge.

"You want to cum like this, Malia? Or do you want me to fuck you?"

Hearing those words from him, in his raspy voice, sent me closer to the edge.

"Both." I gasped feeling my walls starting to clench around his fingers.

"Aren't you greedy?" He said adding another finger and just staying pressed against that spot now. My head pressed back into the pillow, eyes closed as I took in a shaky breath. I needed him to move, do something.

"Fuck, Scott, I'm so close." I said, trying to wriggle my hips to get him to move. I felt him give small licks against my clit but still his fingers stayed buried inside of me in that one spot.

"I know."

"Please." I panted.

"Please what Malia?" he was getting too much enjoyment out of torturing me like this. "Please what?" he said finally stroking against me.

"Cuming, Cuming..."

"No, you're not." he said removing his fingers, sucking them into his mouth.

"What, no." I whined.

He chuckled crawling back up to me. Crashing his lips to mine he positioned himself. I could taste myself on his lips and something about that was intoxicating. he settled his body on top of mine and kissed me slowly, leisurely as if a minute ago he wasn't just ravishing me. I could feel him rubbing against me but the orgasm I was just on the cusp of having was fading away. That tight rubber band feeling my stomach dissipate. My legs wrapped around his waist hoping to urge him on. I needed him to fuck me, now. He didn't relent, holding his hips just far enough away to no longer make contact.

"Damn it, Scott." I growled at him.

"I'm going to be relentless with you. I'm going to take you hard. I am not going to hold back. Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked but he already knew the answer to that. I loved that he wanted be sure but I was past the point of return and I needed this just as much as he did. I nodded.

"Yes. Please. I need you." I told him. His eyes flashed with something I didn't know before it disappeared and that wickedly delicious grin he's been sporting since we decided to do this appeared.

"Hold on." he smirked before thrusting forward, filling me to the brim. I back arched, my mouth fell open and my body hummed in euphoria.

He was thick and hard, and long and oh God, I was not going to last long like this. He pulled almost all the way out slowly, before slamming back in with a force I wasn't used to. My eyes switched to blue, and a strangled cry left me. Scott groaned.

"Fuck, Malia. Fuck." he gritted out.

For the first time ever, I was getting what I needed. He wasn't gentle with me. There was nothing slow and sweet about this. This was raw and dominating and all consuming. It was what I had been craving since I first started having sex. It was sweaty and dirty, and I fucking loved every second of it. I watched the red in his eyes deepen, becoming animalistic, as he grabbed my leg and set it on his shoulder, pushing him deeper. Thrust after thrust rocked my body and shockwaves thrummed through me. I couldn't keep quiet even if I wanted to. I'm sure I could be heard by the neighbors. That elusive orgasm was creeping closer with ever deep stroke. I could feel it building, the band getting tighter and tighter. My hands felt like they were crushing the wood they were still holding on to.

"Is this what you wanted? Hmmm?" He snarled, every grind of his hips against mine added a new sensation. "You wanted me to fuck you? You wanted the alpha to lose control and take you?"

"Yes. So good. Don't stop." I answered with a cry.

"You're so tight Malia. Has no one ever fucked you properly? Did you need a wolf to do it right." Rubbing his pelvic bone roughly against my clit.

I whimpered in response; I was so close.

"Don't." He growled. "You don't get to cum yet. Not until I tell you too."

"Oh God, Scott."

"Hold it Malia, I'm not done with you. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please. Please. Please." I begged because I honestly wasn't sure I could hold off much longer.

"No." He chuckled, stopping. My hands twitched but didn't move them. He saw and he smiled.

"What do you want?" he asked licking at the seam of my lips.

"More." I whined.

"More what?" he teased. I loved this side of him but right now I want to punch him.

"Scott, please. I need to cum, just fuck me, please." my hands twitched again.

"Oh baby, I plan to fuck you all night." he said kissing me and moving my hands. I took advantage and gripped his hair, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. I could still taste the coke and alcohol mixed with me on his lips, and I wasn't so sure shifters couldn't get drunk because I was feeling high at the moment. I bit his lip again, this time hard enough to draw a bit of blood.

"You still trying to dominate." He said, pulling away and shaking his head.

He pulled out and flipped me over, placing me on my hands and knees before plunging back in. A hand wrapped gently around my throat pulling my back to his chest and the other wrapped around my waist, locking me in place.

"You can't dominate an alpha, Malia. Not this alpha. Do I need to show you?" every word out of his mouth was a growl. Setting another brutal pace that my body was responding to in kind. Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner? He placed a biting kiss against my shoulder.

"I used to dream sometimes; about how good you would feel wrapped around me. How tight, hot, and wet you would be, surrounding me. How amazing it would feel when I make you cum so hard that the only thing you can do is scream my name. You feel so much better than I ever imagined you would." His hand slid down to my clit again, flicking his thumb over it, repeatedly.

"I'm gonna…" I couldn't get the rest out before I felt him pinch the nerve ending.

"No, you're not. Not until I say. Don't make me punish you."

He snapped his hips, hitting that spot again and again and again. Every stroke feeling like a mini orgasm. It was the sweetest kind of torture.

"I still haven't heard you scream my name." he said, a nail scraping against me.

"Scott!" I shouted my hands gripping his arm, but he didn't stop.

"Not loud enough. I want everyone to hear, to know who is owning you tonight. Tell them. Tell everyone whose buried inside you, who's filling you up."

"Scott, fuck. Yes."

"Still not loud enough. I guess you need more incentive." He released me and shoved me face first into the pillows, gripped my hips, and pounded into me, skin slapping against skin, leaving stinging behind with every smack.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"If you want to cum, you need to scream. Scream for me Malia and I'll let you cum."

"Oh God. Scott. Yes. Yes. Right there." I screamed.

"That's better."

I gripped the pillow, crying out with every move and hearing Scott moan behind me, was quickly sending me over and I couldn't stop it.

"Oh, fuck. Cum Malia. Do it. Now." He said, his voice straining with his pending released. I felt him start to swell inside me and I was done.

"ALPHA!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My release triggered his. Scott let out a roar loud enough to rattle the windows and exploded inside me. Warmth coated my walls as they constricted around him. We both rode out the shock waves from the best damn orgasm to ever happen in the history of man. Scott continued to rock his hips against me, still gripping tight, grunting with every stroke, expelling every last drop, until he finally collapsed against my back. Pulling out he rolled off me and fell to the bed panting. I uncurled lying face down, feeling boneless and spent but euphoric.

This is the feeling I had been missing, so completely gratified that my brain no longer functioned, and my body refused to move. This is the high I needed. He turned me over and wrapped his arms around me. I was too tired to argue that cuddling wasn't part of a one nightstand. Besides it felt good, and I actually miss cuddling. I laid my head against his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist.

I must have dozed off because I woke when I felt Scott move next to me. I felt him get up and heard him walk across the room then the bathroom door closed. My mind went over it all again, and I was in awe that it was Scott. I have never heard him say a word harsher than shit, but tonight the dirty talk, the commands, the teasing… I didn't know he had it in him. I don't believe I had him in me and even though I knew I would pay for it when I tried to walk in the morning, I wanted it again.

I heard the toilet flush, then the sink ran and then the door opened. Turning over, I looked at him, walking out of the bathroom naked. There isn't a person in the world who would look at Scott and say he was not hot. He had added more muscle over the last year, he had a few scars from the battles he's been in that couldn't completely heal even for a wolf. But it just added a level of danger to his normally boyish good looks. I should have jumped on him sooner.

"Hey, didn't mean to wake you." he said climbing over me and back into bed.

"It's okay." I said turning to face him. We had yet to actually use a cover, so we were both exposed. An arm went around me and settled on my ass. I could feel him start to harden against me.

"How are you feeling? I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked stroking a hand down my side. There's the sweet Scott I know.

"Definitely not. That was…" I didn't have words to describe what that was. Amazing, incredible, mind-blowing. None of those fit.

"Yeah, it was." He said smiling, dimples making an appearance.

"Why didn't we do that sooner?" I asked. He chuckled.

"Maybe because we were too busy trying to survive."

"True. But in between battles…"

"There was school and lacrosse and work and preparing for college. Really, when would we have had the time?"

"Fine, fine. But for the record if I had known it would be like this I would have made time."

"Well at least we had tonight." He said, reminding me that tomorrow we will go back to being just friends.

We each go our separate ways and we probably wouldn't see each other or our friends for months if not years later. It was almost sad. Not so much the loss of sex, which was pretty damn depressing itself. But that after all we had been through and with how close we had all grown because of it, tomorrow we each begin new lives away from each other and away from home. I was looking forward to it but at the same time I was already homesick.

"Malia, are you okay?" his brow crinkled in concern. I shook myself out of my somber thoughts and I smiled at him leaning up for a kiss. We still had tonight, and I didn't want to waste it thinking of tomorrow.

"Yeah. I was just thinking that since we do have tonight, we better take advantage of it."

Smirking I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, lining his newly hardened dick at my entrance.

"I think I do want to go for that ride, after all."