The next morning, Alice was discharged from the hospital with more pain pills than she'd ever need and crutches to pair with the clunky brace on her foot. Stiles laughed at her as she struggled to use the new equipment, grumbling under her breath about how she was already so over it.
Once her dad and brother got her situated at her place, they left her to begin mandatory bedrest with the promise they were only a phone call away. They took Billie for the time being, since Alice wouldn't be able to do much with her in her current state. There was only so much Grey's Anatomy one could binge, so she turned off the TV and stared up at the ceiling. She thought about the last 48 hours, and a hazy memory from the night before crept in. She remembered Peter being with her, but she couldn't be sure he was really there or if she was having another one of her dreams about him. She shrugged to herself and decided to get up and scavenge through her likely empty pantry. She was rifling through a box of granola bars when her phone rang.
"Hello?" she huffed with the exertion of hobbling over to the table to get the phone.
"How's my favorite Stilinski?"
"Peter?"
"Mhmm," he hummed.
"How'd you get my number?" she asked, ready to knock Stiles over the head if he was the culprit.
"Sorry, darling, I don't reveal my sources." She could visualize the smug grin on his face.
"Interesting," she drawled, "and I'm fine, just bored out of my mind and trying to get used to these crutches," she sighed.
"Well, if they're giving you too hard of a time, I'm happy to carry you," he said as if he was reading the ingredients off a food label.
She laughed at the image of Peter giving her piggy back rides around town and replied, "That's very kind of you, but I think I'll just tough it out."
"Your loss," he deadpanned before switching gears, "but speaking of interesting, last night you were describing some very interesting dreams you've had of me."
She gasped and felt heat rise to her cheeks as she tried to dig back into that hazy memory from earlier. Truly, the only words she could remember from that conversation were dick and rough hands, so she knew it had to be bad.
"I- I don't know what you're talking about," she took the safe route and played dumb, hoping he would drop it.
"Oh no you don't," he laughed, "you're not getting out of this one. I've already heard about how my rough hands feel all over your body. You were just about to enlighten me on how good another body part of mine feels to you, but me being the gentleman I am, stopped you," he continued, adding yet another nail to the coffin of her dignity.
She stood there for another few seconds before admitting, "I'm mortified. And so sorry if I made you uncomfortable," she added, although it wasn't like he hadn't gotten enjoyment out of making her squirm.
She heard a growl before he spoke lowly into the phone, "Sweetheart, if you knew the thoughts I have about you on a daily basis, you would not be apologizing to me."
"Oh," she squeaked, unable to form a coherent sentence when all she could think about was what he'd been thinking about… doing… to her.
"Yeah," he said in that low, sexy tone. "So, why don't you finish telling me about that dream you had of my favorite body part."
As turned on as she was, she was a respectable lady and didn't go around giving up phone sex to just anyone. Even hot, older werewolves. His audacity gave her the strength to regain her composure.
"You're not even going to buy a girl dinner first? I thought you were a gentleman," she quipped, leaning over her kitchen table to take some pressure off her ankle.
"Well, sweetheart, all you had to do is ask. I'd love to take you to dinner," he replied nonchalantly.
"I shouldn't have to ask." Ha, take that, Peter.
"I suppose you're right," she heard the smile in his voice. "Alice, would you please do me the immense honor of gracing me with your presence at dinner?"
"Well, when you ask like that, how can I say no?" she said sweetly, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Is tomorrow too soon? My offer still stands to be your personal chariot," he trailed off.
"Let me check with my secretary, but I think I can pencil you in," she joked, instantly feeling like one of those people. You know, the "long time, no see" girl or the "what's the damage?" when the check comes guy. Luckily, Peter didn't comment on her embarrassing attempt to flirt. Because yes, she realized a few minutes ago that she was indeed flirting with him.
"Perfect, I'll pick you up at 7."
"Okay, sounds good," she tried to keep it casual and not say anything embarrassing this time.
"Oh, and Alice?" he continued.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Wearing something pretty for me," he said huskily, hanging up.
Ugh, another fucking mic drop.