Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form. Thank you for the continued support on this story and the hundreds of reads, it means the entire world :) and a special shout out to guest, guest and scottken x 2 and Heartdemon for the reviews, it means so much to me and really motivates me :)
Additionally, this chapter continues to be a little on the explicit side (okay a lot explicit), with a Stiles 'solo' scene at the start ;) (and a little phone action) - don't say I'm not good to you all - haha.
Stiles collapsed backwards on his bed, not even bothering to change into his pyjamas as he laid sprawled on top of the covers in just his boxer shorts.
It was amazing how yesterday equated to, what felt like, the best day of his life. Obviously, minus the early morning shenanigans of nearly getting ripped apart. That part? Not so good.
He got to spend the entire day with Kayla, both just relaxing and laughing and deliberately, for the most part, avoiding talk of the supernatural. For once, just pretending to be normal teens that weren't entangled in the crazy and dangerous messes of werewolves. It was fun. Actually, more than fun. That day made him feel… complete. Whole. All of his worries just fading away to the background.
He tried to get back to sleep, to get a few more hours in, but his mind was constantly racing and every time he shut his eyes, her face just popped into his mind.
He was right about one thing... he couldn't stop thinking about. Awake or asleep, she was always on his mind.
He absentmindedly reached down to adjust himself, that awkward half bulge protruding from his boxers - the usual reaction whenever he thought about her. Something that, although embarrassing, he had gotten used to. Over the weeks, he had been forced to tame and control himself so many times he had actually become a pro at it.
Maybe it would've been easier if he didn't have those feelings but there was no way he could ever turn them off - not now. He was in way too deep. Even though it made him uncomfortable at times, unsure how to navigate this new minefield of attraction, he liked that feeling. She made him feel this way and he didn't want to let go of that.
He slid his boxers off his hips, the material turning too tight and constricting against his skin, his fast-growing boner bouncing free and slapping back against his stomach.
His thoughts, once pure, turned wild.
He reached down and palmed himself, his touch causing a wave of bliss to wash over him.
He thought about her playful knowing eyes - the way her gaze flirted so effortlessly. The swell of her breasts under her clothes that looked too damn perfect all the time. How her hair curled slightly at the ends when she let it hang loose. How warm her skin was whenever he got close to her. Her amazing ass, accentuated by those tiny shorts she always seemed to wear. Her smooth, unblemished skin - so soft and delicate, almost as flawless as her smile. Her laughter echoed in his mind, a seductive symphony he couldn't ignore.
She was beautiful. Too beautiful for a guy like him.
With each passing day of their friendship, his heart ached more deeply, his desire for her burned with an intensity he'd never experienced before.
Stiles found himself lost in the dance of desire, his fingers seeking solace around his cock. The thoughts of her alone were exhilarating, his body trembling with anticipation the more he thought about her.
His hand moved with rhythmic precision, each stroke a testament to his untamed, yearning longing for her. Thoughts of her soft curves and inviting touch consuming him.
As the minutes ticked by, his thoughts grew bolder and more dominating. He imagined Kayla's hands exploring the entirety of his body, igniting a hunger he had never felt before. He pictured how perfect she would be at pleasing him, making him vibrate on an unearthly frequency. How, if he got just a taste of her, he knew he would want nothing or no one else for the rest of his life.
The line between reality and fantasy was quickly becoming blurred, falling dizzyingly to the depths of intoxicating delirium.
Since day one of seeing her, he was captivated by her beauty. He had thought he had seen so many beautiful things in his sixteen years of life but the moment he saw her in chem class, everything else in his life seemed so dull and boring.
His breathing quickened, mirroring the throbbing rhythm of his heart and the pace of his hand.
He shouldn't be thinking these things. She was his friend… a friend he deeply cared about, but it was well known, by most he was sure, how infatuated he was with her. It was no secret. His inability to keep anything under wraps working against him.
He imagined the tips of his fingers caressing her neck, inching down to stroke her collar bone and caress the swell of her breasts. The touch of her bare skin, flush against his own, as he entangled himself with her. Exploring her body – the gift of a goddess. Everything about her so perfect and ethereal.
That tight knot clenched his stomach, screwing his eyes shut harder.
Flashes of her smile, her flirty quips, the way she walked rushed through his mind. His hand fast and jittery, all pace and rhythm forgotten about as he bit the fleshy inside of his cheek, trying to swallow his grunts of pleasure.
It didn't take long for him to surrender to the torrent of desire and need coursing through him, giving in to the forbidden thoughts that raked his brain. It was a pull to the dark side that he couldn't resist. The image of her perfection too God damn overwhelming.
Yet, as the wave of ecstasy washed over him, seizing his body and mind, reality came crashing down on him hard and fast, leaving him cold and empty.
He found himself lying alone in his bed, the warmth of Kayla's touch nothing more than a fleeting memory. The surge of release brought both pleasure and a tinge of sadness, his longing for her unfilled… desperate for her touch more than anything. Yet, alas, that wasn't to be. He was alone in his bed, empty and void.
He absentmindedly reached for the half-used toilet roll on his bedside table, cleaning up the mess he made, feeling lonelier than ever. Knowing that he couldn't keep going like this – entrapped in these devilish thoughts about his friend, the entirety of his focus on her.
He had to do something about it.
Reaching for his phone, he brought up the message thread between him and Kayla, toying with what to say.
Well, what could he say?
'Hey, thanks for the grind earlier, wanna make out?'
That sounded so dickish he almost hurled in his mouth.
'Earlier was fun. Wanna go for coffee sometime?'
Somehow, that seemed almost worse. Go for coffee? It wasn't 'match . Com'. Jesus Stiles, he thought, quit fucking this up. They were well past the coffee stage.
He held his phone tenderly above him, trying to find the right words to type but he was in a post-nut kind of haze, his brain slow and like mush as everything he thought to say was either wildly inappropriate or just plain stupid.
Suddenly, things didn't feel so comfortable anymore. If anything, they felt awkward as hell.
To his surprise, a message popped on his screen first. A message from her.
He gulped and sat up, pushing himself back against his headboard as he blinked quickly and looked at the screen, reading her words repeatedly to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
'I might regret this in the morning, but what the hell' was said, followed a second later by another ping and a picture popping up below it. But no, not just any picture… it was a picture of her half naked, dressed in nothing but a deep emerald lacey underwear set as she laid on her bed, her body twisting to show off her curves.
Did she just… send him a nude…? Willingly?
He gulped, unable to tear his gaze away from the picture that had captured the entirety of his attention, the dim lighting casting shadows across her bare skin, every inch of her body accentuated by the pose, her hand resting casually against her right breast, the other arm stretched out of frame to take the picture.
Her defined collar bones lead the way to her chest, prominent and bulging from the tight lace that hugged her body, creating the illusion of a deep and perfect cleavage and, if it wasn't for the poor lighting, Stiles was sure the material would've been see through. A slight indent of her raised nipples just barely visible.
Slim and slender, her toned midriff sliced into a defined waist and swept out into gentle hips, the thin band of her underwear resting against her hip bone. One leg, slightly raised, rested against the other, coyly drawing attention to her barely covered core.
This pose told him she knew what he was doing, posing so effortlessly it seemed so natural.
Showing enough to be captivating and make him crave more, but not giving the whole game away. Leaving everything that was covered to his wild imagination. Simple, yet sexy. Leaving him thirsty as fuck.
His mouth went dry, every muscle in his body tensing and becoming rigid… especially one in particular. Despite the fact it had just been very vigorously used…
With a strangled gasp, the phone slipped from his fingers and landed bang smack right between his eyes and bounced off his nose, making him see flashes of stars, reacting without thinking and slapping the phone away on instinct so it clattered off the bed to the floor.
"Shit" he cursed, trying to ignore the raging heavy hard on he had that flopped uncomfortably as he clumsily rose from his bed, his uncoordinated feet slipping on the floor and causing his naked body to smack painfully off the carpet, making a loud obnoxious 'thump' that seemed to reverberate through the quiet house.
He lay there stunned for several seconds, unsure quite how he always seemed to get himself in these situations.
"You okay up there kid?" his dad's voice called out in the distance, causing Stiles to wince.
"Yup. Yeah. All good"
There was another few second's pause, his dad probably wondering whether to come up and investigate or leave him to whatever it was he was doing.
"… Okay" his dad's resounded voice said, "get some sleep. It's late"
"On it"
Except he knew, after that, sleep was not to come.
He gingerly pushed himself up into a sitting position, reaching for his phone that was a couple feet away upside down, carefully turning it over and seeing the picture still sitting there, making his entire mind go blank.
Why would she trust him with something so personal? So beautiful?
Why, if she didn't want to date, did she send him something that vulnerable?
Everything he had imagined before paled into comparison to her actual body, his mind not being able to conjure up something so perfect and exquisite because he hadn't ever seen anything so sublime before. Her unworldly beauty enchanting his very soul. Wishing he could reach out and touch her, but also not wanting to ruin something so delicate and ethereal.
He didn't know what to do next. Should he send one back? Was that what she was angling at?
No, surely not. Girls didn't like unsolicited dick pics. It was rude as hell, not to mention expectant and cocky on his part. Plus, he couldn't imagine trying to capture a flattering image of himself because he knew that nothing he could send back would match her beauty.
Well, that and he didn't even know how to take a dick pic.
'Oh my god. Was this meant for me?' was what he ended up texting back, trying to figure out where he stood with her because he was pretty sure this was blurring the lines of friendship.
'Who else would it be for?'
'I don't know. Just checking. You're beautiful' he rushed to type back, regretting using such a simple word to describe what he had just seen after he had already sent it, hurriedly typing out more. 'More than beautiful. You're amazing. Stunning. I can't even describe how perfect you are'.
A simple two-word text was all he got back.
'Call me'.
Oh god.
Call her?
Call her?
Did he cross the line? He didn't know where this supposed line was but, did he – inadvertently - cross it? Did he offend her? Was he too much? Of course he was too much. He always was. God dammit Stiles.
He sat back on his bed, resting against the headboard as he willed himself the confidence to click on her name and press call and, although it took several minutes, he managed, his stomach a pit of nerves.
She answered after a couple rings, letting the peaceful silence envelop them both for a few seconds.
"… Hey"
Her voice was quiet and a little lower than usual, almost sounding a little out of breath.
"Uh… hey. Hi. Hola" he rambled, internally punching himself in the face but found himself unable to stop, "G-day", accidentally slipping into a god-awful Australian accident.
Why Stiles… just why?
"I uh… I'm sorry about my mom" she continued, as if he hadn't just put the biggest foot in his biggest mouth ever, "she always interrupts at the worst times".
So, she wished her mom didn't walk in on them? Did that mean she wanted something more to happen?
"… It's okay" he mumbled, just the sound of her voice enough to make his half hard dick twitch and grow, coming back to life.
"It's not okay" she corrected, "Stiles, I… I um…"
He waited with bated breath, desperate but also dreading to hear the next words out her mouth.
"… I… I think…"
…Yes…?
"... that I… that I like the way you look at me" she settled on saying, "no one has ever looked at me like that before".
He gulped, staying quiet – not out of choice, but nerves. A giant invisible hand grasping his throat.
"Then earlier… in that moment… I wanted you…"
She wanted him?
"… and I still do".
He blanched, freezing on the spot. So overwhelmed, a feather could've knocked him over. Because, no way, did the unattainable girl just admit that?
He remained frozen, his jaw limp and hanging, staring absentmindedly into the great abyss.
"Stiles?" she called out, "you still there?"
He grunted out a noise, unable to make his vocal cords work.
She let out a breathless half laugh, probably amused by his reaction.
"That means I'm horny" she continued shamelessly, the entire ground feeling as though it was collapsing from under him, "… are you?"
She asked the question so easily, as if she was enquiring what he had for dinner.
What could he say to that? What was the acceptable response she was seeking?
"Uh… I… um, well… that's… uh… heh-"he stuttered, his heart pounding against his ribcage, "I… yes. That's-yes"
"Did you like what I sent you?" she continued, voice dipping back to that seductive drawl that charmed him into submission.
"Hmmmm"
"It's not an old picture. I'm wearing that… right… now…"
Oh dear god.
He grumbled out a slur of what was meant to be words – what words, he didn't know – but it sounded like a slew of nonsense, his tongue tripping over his teeth and tonsils.
"Do you want to help each other out?"
"L-L-Like… with-with homework?" he asked innocently.
"No" she whispered through a smile, "help each other get off"
Oh.
Oh wow.
He reached up to pinch himself, sure he was dreaming, but nope. That pinch hurt like hell. Did that mean this was all really happening?
"I'm not promising a lifetime of commitment, or to be anything more than friends right now, but… if you want to… I want to…"
"Uh.. h-heh… I… u-um… that's… I can… that's… y-yes" he stuttered, shaking his head to clear his mind fog, "Y-yes. Oh god yes".
"I know we're crossing a line…" she whispered, "but we can worry about it later".
He nodded, agreeing with her. All common sense out the window.
"Stiles… take off your clothes".
"Oh. Um…" he glanced down at his already naked body, "sort of already done".
"Have you already cum?"
She was so blunt and straight to the point, no shame or embarrassment in sight. One of the many things he loved and admired about her.
"Uh… m-maybe…"
"Oh. If you're not up for it now then-"
"No, no, no, no, no" he rushed out, "trust me, I'm up for it. Really up for it" his dick achingly hard, desperate to be touched again.
She hummed out a gentle acknowledgement, accepting his words.
"Good" she whispered, "because I want you to look at that photo of me, the one I sent… and I want you to touch yourself".
Her voice, slow and sultry, was bordering on dominating and he found himself melting, helpless to her words. Happy to do anything she asked him to.
He swallowed nervously, reaching down to wrap his hand around the base of his cock, blissful relief coursing through him as he fumbled with putting the phone on speaker so he could open up that picture again, a small groan escaping his lips.
She was fucking stunning.
Every inch of her carved to complete and utter perfection.
The subtle curves, the swell of her breasts, the devious little smirk that was almost cut off by the edge of the picture. Every time he looked at it, he found more things to wonder at. Like how the colour of her set matched her skin perfectly, and how the way her hip curled to the side slightly showed a flash of her bare rounded ass.
If only what he was looking at wasn't a picture.
Oh, the things he would do to her…
Some gentle, some not so gentle. Desperate to caress every part of her, ready and willing to worship her entire body. His fingers, his tongue, brushing across her smooth skin… her body the perfect canvas for him to explore and create with. Undressing her… holding her down… feeling her buck and whimper as he hit every spot she had and more.
He didn't know anything about girls, but he would happily take his time and learn on her.
He gasped, stroking himself to a slow and steady dance, hungry eyes soaking up the sensual image of her half naked form shining up at him from his phone. That special photo taken for his eyes only.
An angel, but with the allure of the devil.
His hand sped up, pumping out a jerky rhythm and through his muffled pants, he was sure he heard her let out a breathy moan.
Was she touching herself too? Were his sounds enough to turn her on? Was she imagining the same things he was?
"Don't stop" she ordered, "keep going".
He listened, unable to do anything else. Stroking himself to the image of her permanently seared in his brain.
On the other end of the line, he could hear her whimper. Helpless little pants of pleasure as she succumbed to the hungry need for release. It was a beautiful sound – so alluring and innocent, even though there was nothing innocent about what she was doing.
He wanted to ask what she was doing, but his mouth couldn't form anything except grunts and groans, almost embarrassed by how fast he was approaching the edge and knew if he didn't hold back, it would all end so suddenly – for once, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, desperate to hear her never ending moans.
He slowed his pace a little, gasping back a desperate breath as he willed himself to stay in control. Although her pleasured moans were like music to his ears, singing a harmony to him, trying to coax him to let loose.
"Does it feel good?" she whispered breathily, her voice ending up a few pitches higher.
"U-Unbelievable" he panted, gripping his phone for dear life, "oh my god".
"… Now imagine that was my mouth" she whispered slyly, and that image alone made his head fall back in wonder, banging off the headboard, "… all the things I could do to it Stiles, you have no idea…"
He didn't – but he knew she would be fucking amazing. Attentive and explorative, probably sucking his damn soul from his body.
"Oh fuck"
She let out a breathless laugh, cut off by another moan and Stiles wished that, right now, he could see her. See what she was doing to herself to make such beautiful, alluring sounds. The thought alone was enough to make his cock twitch, very nearly passing the finishing line.
"W-What are you doing?" he gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead, "to yourself, I mean. A-Are you… are you… touching yourself too?"
She hummed in response and Stiles nearly passed out right then and there.
"Yeah…" she whispered, "I kept the set on though. Unless you want me to take it off?"
Oh Jesus…
"T-Take your panties off" he mumbled, surprised at himself for saying such a straightforward thing but she listened, the phone muffling itself a little as she moved and Stiles could almost hear the material slipping off her hips and down her legs, another ping from his phone permeating his horny bubble.
"Proof" was all she said, causing Stiles to frown in confusion, glancing at the screen and seeing she had sent him another picture, except this time it was her holding up her pair of skimpy emerald green panties, dangling seductively off her finger.
He had to stop touching himself for a few seconds, his clenched fist making its way to his mouth to bite down – and bite down hard. Just knowing what she was doing for him causing the knot in his stomach to tighten.
"You're right" she whispered, her tone low and tempting, speaking slowly to seduce him to new heights, "it does feel so much better off".
His teeth were leaving deep indents in the back of his hand, but he didn't care. The sharp stinging pain the only thing distracting him from absolutely losing it.
"Wanna know a secret?" she continued, leaving him helpless and messy as all he could do was grunt out a distracted response.
"I'm really fucking wet" she gasped, "like, insanely wet. Do you wish you could taste me?"
He imagined himself tapping a cross over his chest, chanting 'in the name of the Father, and the Son, and of the Holy Spirit' because the thoughts passing his mind were not pure – they were filthy and desperate, no sign of the innocent Stiles in sight.
Holy hell… what she could do to him.
He nodded, realising then she couldn't see him and whimpered out a helpless "yes", his mouth watering to savour the sweet taste of her body, so close yet so far.
"Don't stop Stiles" she gasped, "keep going".
"I-I'll cum" he warned breathlessly, "I-If I… I'll… oh god…"
"I want you to cum" she moaned, "I want you to cum with me… and I'm really fucking close…"
Fucking hell.
He carefully, and very lightly, cupped a hand around the tip, shuddering out a desperate gasp as he bucked his hips, the end nearing hard and fast.
"Tell me what you're thinking" she ordered, "and don't be shy. Tell me everything"
"O-Oh… uh… I… I… I want to-holy shit-" he gasped, cutting himself off as that knot coiled tight, ready to be sprung, "I w-want to-to kiss you… all over… all down your body…"
Her whimpers were coming at him hard and fast, unravelling messily on the other end of the line.
"…Taste you…" he continued, his hand quickening around himself and becoming almost brutal with his sensitive cock, the friction of skin against skin making loud wet noises that filled the room and he was sure she could hear it, "… touch you… make you feel good… oh god… uh… I-I want to be inside you-"
"Oh fuck yeah" she let out an exhilarated moan bordering on a scream, "please Stiles, please-" she begged desperately, the sound of his name leaving her lips in such an intimate moment making his entire life worth living, "-go deep. Don't stop"
He was close, his hand pumping a sloppy rhythm as he imagined how insanely perfect it would be to fuck her right now. Having her body writher under him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as she pulled him in deeper, desperate for every inch of him inside her. He would kiss her neck, leave bruised marks to warn everyone she was his and his alone, giving her everything he had and more as she screamed out his name and came messily around him, leaving him no other choice but to plough his thrusts in deeper and paint her insides with his load.
"O-Oh shit" he gasped, "I'm gonna-"
"Cum for me" she pleaded, like she was begging for her life, "right now. Cum for me"
His entire body nearly jumped from the bed, jolting and spasming as he stilled and tightened his hand around his cock, the release hitting him hard and fast, pumping a hot sticky mess across his chest and bed sheets.
She followed with a gasp and moan, whimpering out profanities as she tried to catch her breath but knowing she, too, was cumming on the other end of the line made more spurts of hot cum leak from the top of his shaft, exhaustedly still pumping and twitching as he collapsed on his bed, sure he passed out from exhaustion.
For several minutes, they were both quiet. Just catching their breaths as they rode out their high, Stiles' phone discarded to the pillow next to him, still on speakerphone. The more seconds that ticked by, the more he released what had just happened.
Oh my god... did they just have phone sex?
His hand, still sticky, reached for some toilet roll, wiping the mess from his hand as he awkwardly reached for his phone and blushed.
"Uh… K-Kayla… you uh… you still there?"
"… Yeah" she whispered, sounding on the brink of tiredness.
"Heh… uh… what-what just happened-"
"Stiles" she cut him off with a soft voice, "for once, you don't need to talk right now".
'O-Oh… uh… okay".
"Just uh… just stay on the phone with me" she mumbled quietly, "can you do that for me?"
For her? Anything.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course"
And with that they both succumbed to sleep, listening to the soothing sound of each other's breathing, not thinking about the line they both just crossed.
The next morning, Kayla woke to the blissful feeling of peace. Something she hadn't experienced in so long; it took her a while to place what the feeling actually was.
Happiness.
She stretched, turning over in bed and noticed her phone still on and nearly out of charge resting on the pillow next to her.
It was only when she heard faint, soft snores and saw the caller ID flashing up at her did she remember what had happened last night.
"Oh fuck" she muttered, quickly sitting up and grabbing her phone, checking how long they had been on the line for.
A whopping 4 hours and 33 minutes. Falling asleep without hanging up.
"Oh fuck" she whispered again, remembering how they helped each other get off with dirty words and, on her part, sexy pictures. Reaching the finishing line with one another, reacting to the sexual tension that had been brewing and bubbling between them for weeks.
Only now, with her brain full of clarity and not ruled by teenage hormones, she realised she had just made things a thousand times more complicated.
What the hell did this mean?
She knew she had feelings for Stiles that were starting to grow, but she also knew that feelings absolutely terrified her. That was why she pushed them away, because if she had feelings then she could get hurt again and that was one thing she promised herself wouldn't happen again.
So, she shut herself off. Denying one of the most basic human instincts.
Yet, somehow, he was crawling into her brain and her heart, and she found herself unable to prevent it.
She had spent weeks ignoring it, but that clearly didn't work.
So, what was she to do?
She looked down at her phone, the sound of his even breathing relaxing her and almost putting her in a trance, her mind drifting to how, on the phone, he worshipped her. Cleary thinking and focusing on her and no one else – not even Lydia. The sound of his desperate moans still playing on repeat in her brain.
She shook herself, swallowing the fear that was creeping up on her and quickly hit 'end call', scared what would happen if he woke up and they had to speak.
What the hell was she meant to say?
Obviously, she was out of her comfort zone. Way out of her comfort zone. But there was someone that had called this whole situation out weeks ago. Maybe she would know what to do.
She quickly scrolled through her contacts, hitting 'call'. After several rings, she picked up, much to Kayla's relief.
"Kayla" Allison greeted, trying to sound upbeat and happy but there was an undertone of sadness and stress, still reeling from the events of the school and breaking up with Scott, "is everything okay?"
"I don't know" she replied, "I need your help. It's about Stiles"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, Allison clearly trying to get past her shock at that statement.
"What about Stiles?" her friend asked knowingly, "what happened?"
"It's complicated. Well, actually, it's not that complicated. We had phone sex"
Allison, sweet naïve little Allison, choked at her blunt words, letting out a high-pitched screech of surprise and delight before gasping.
"What?" she demanded in shock, "oh my god Kayla, this is huge".
"Huge?" Kayla panicked, "how-how is this huge?"
"Does that mean you two are together now?"
"What? No. No" she denied fervently, "we didn't agree to that".
"But… how did it even happen?"
"I don't know" she mumbled, "he was over at mine and we fell asleep-"
"In your bed?"
"Yeah" she stated, "then things got a little heated, I guess. Well, he got a boner. I was on top of him-"
"On top of him?"
"-then my mom walked in. I think if she didn't, I probably would've fucked him. I don't know… it just felt nice. And right. But he left and I guess I was still a little wound up because I sent him a nude-"
"Oh my god Kayla"
"-And-" she continued, ignoring the constant interruptions in a bid to get the story out as quickly as possible, desperate for answers, "-then it just… happened. The phone sex" she clarified, "then we fell asleep still on the phone…"
"Oh wow" Kayla could tell Allison's head was spinning, sounding completely taken aback, "that's… a lot".
"What does it mean?" she asked, sounding like a little lost kid, "I don't know what to do…"
Allison, sensing her conflictions, softened her voice, only truly now realising the delicacy of the situation by Kayla's vulnerable and terrified voice, one Allison hadn't heard from her before.
"Um… well… I think you need to talk to him about it-"
"Do I have to?" Kayla whined, "can't I just ignore it?"
"Ignore the fact you had phone sex with him?" Allison laughed, "I don't think so. That's a recipe for disaster".
"I used to do it all the time" Kayla said, "back home, our parties got wild. We were all out of control. I can't even tell you how many people I hooked up with because I was off my face, and it was just one of those things we accepted and ignored. Why can't I do that with Stiles?"
"… I think you know why Kayla".
She sighed, "because he likes me?"
"Yeah" Allison replied, "and because you like him too".
Somehow, hearing those words from Allison, muttered with so much insight and knowing, helped put everything into perspective for her. Like the pieces of the puzzle finally slotting into place.
She liked Stiles. A lot. More than she expected.
"I wasn't supposed to" she whispered, "I wasn't supposed to like him like this".
"Sometimes it just happens, whether we want it to or not" Allison smiled, "you can't help how you feel".
"I don't like this" she grumbled, "I like feeling in control. Knowing my own mind. But lately, I… I… I don't even recognise myself. I'm turning soft".
Allison giggled, "you're not turning soft. You're just falling in l-"
"Okay, whoa" she interrupted, "pump the damn brakes. I said nothing about lo-urgh" unable to even say the word, "that word. Don't be so ridiculous".
"Sorry" Allison said, though Kayla could tell she wasn't sorry in the least, "but I've said it from the start… I think you and Stiles would be amazing together".
"I don't know how to be with someone" she continued, "the sex stuff? The flirting? That's what I'm good at. I… I don't know how to do everything else. My… My ex… all we would do is fight and fuck and, in-between all that, we barely knew each other. If I showed any vulnerability, he would use it against me. There's still times I wake up choking because I can feel his hands around my neck and-"
She cut herself off, biting back the tears. Not wanting this phone call to turn so serious.
"Kayla…" Allison whispered sympathetically and that was why Kayla never got vulnerable with people – that god awful pitying voice that people had used on her for her entire life, making her use dark humour to cope with all the shit that gone wrong in her life. "… Stiles isn't like that. He's good. He wouldn't lay a finger on you".
"I know" she sniffed, "and it's not that I'm worried about. It's… it's my heart. I can't give it to anyone because what if they break it?"
"They might" Allison said, "I can't promise that you won't ever get your heart broken. But what I can promise is that you won't ever know until you try. Until you give it to someone, and I think Stiles would look after your heart very well. He adores you. Everyone can see it. Well-"Allison chuckled, "-everyone but you, apparently".
"I just… I don't think I'm ready" she replied honestly, "to let someone in".
"And that's okay" her friend reassured, "because something tells me he'll wait. As long as you need".
"But that doesn't solve my problem now" she said, "how do I deal with this situation? I mean, for crying out loud, we had amazing phone sex. He's going to be acting weird".
"Stiles is always weird".
"Well, weirder than usual" she corrected with a fleeting smile.
"And 'amazing?' was it?" Allison quipped playfully.
"Shut up".
"Kayla, look-" Allison giggled, "-you have the whole weekend until you need to face him. Try and not worry. By then, I'm sure you'll know what to do".
"You think?"
"I know. Trust me, I have a good feeling about this".
A/N) OOOOOOOOH AHHHHHH that's my thoughts after that haha because STAYLA IS ON THE WAY TO HAPPENING (not now but soon) haha and I love how they're exploring the sexual tension before getting together. I love them so much and I hope you all do too haha so please please review and I will see you all super soon :)