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I've decided to do – yet again - another quick update because THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR – STAYLAAAAAAA lol, so really hope you all enjoy this next instalment

That morning, before Kayla had laid eyes on Stiles at school, she had to pull herself from her bed having only had two hours of sleep. After her mom had gone to bed and Tabby had fallen asleep all curled up on the sofa after eating a mountain of homemade cookies, she stayed up with her aunt talking into the early hours of the night.

Her aunt Jane, five-ish years younger than her mom, was someone she had always been close to. She was nurturing and kind, a lovely radiating warmth that she always carried with her. Over the years Jane had often taken over the 'motherly' role, despite often not living close. Jane had moved around a lot before having Tabby with her deadbeat boyfriend 'Ron' and settling down in Virginia for the last five years. Despite the distance, she always tried to visit regularly. Knowing the difficulties Kayla and her mom had at connecting over the years, she always checked in with her and spoke to her about a lot of things her mom had no interest in – boys, periods, alcohol, drugs, anything she thought Kayla might need to know.

Obviously, since having Tabby, the visits lessened and so did the check-ins, but Kayla didn't mind. Jane's whole world was Tabby, and she did everything she could to put that little girl first and give her everything she needed – a warm home, a present mom, lots of laughter and attention and cuddles. She stayed with Ron, only for as long as she did, because it gave her the chance to stay at home and look after Tabby, being able to give her complete full and undivided attention.

Since catching up with Jane though, she learned that Ron's serial cheating and increased love of alcohol were becoming problematic and she didn't want Tabby growing up around that, so she left. That was only a few days ago and, with nowhere else to go, she was left in limbo – hence, staying with Kayla and her mom in Beacon Hills.

"It's good you left him" Kayla said, nursing her mug of warm hot chocolate filled to the brim with extra cream and marshmallows, tucked up on one end of the sofa, "he was a piece of shit. You deserve better".

Jane, on the other end of the sofa, a blanket thrown over her legs just simply nodded. "I didn't want Tabby around that kind of behaviour. He wasn't a good dad to her, and she's getting to that age where she notices things and asks questions".

She cast a glance at her cousin, sleeping soundly on the other sofa cuddling a teddy to her chest, her long dark hair splayed across her face.

"How many times did he try rehab?"

"Four" Jane sighed, "and every time he just went straight back to drinking. It was getting out of hand".

"He obviously just didn't want to - or wasn't ready - to change. You couldn't have made him. The decision was his and he fucked it up – continuously. You're both better off without him".

It was true. Jane was kind and loving and a truly beautiful soul. As well as that, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her face, young for her years, was always glowing and flushed from laughter, her dark hair always falling so elegantly around her face.

"I know. This time it's done – for good" Jane nodded determinedly, "he's wasted enough of my time".

"I'm proud of you" Kayla smiled, a deep sense of relief that her aunt was safe and away from that useless bastard spreading through her body, happy Jane was finally taking some of her own advice.

"And I'm proud of you" she said, reaching out to touch her knee, "I know you found it difficult moving, but you seem to have settled in really well".

'Really well' might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but she thought – all things considered – she had done not too bad at adjusting and not going off the rails again.

"It's been hard" she admitted, "but good, I think. Fresh start and everything. Back home had a lot of… unpleasant memories".

Jane smiled in sympathy, "you can still miss it though. You grew up there. You had lots of friends there. You had a life. It's okay to grieve that".

"I know" she nodded, "and I do – sometimes. But I also burned a lot of bridges and hurt a lot of people. It's a miracle my friends back home still want to talk to me".

"But you, unlike Ron, put in the work" her aunt continued, "you went to rehab. You recovered. You made amends. You came back to us" she smiled, "you could've kept running but you didn't. You held your hands up and admitted you did wrong. You took accountability. That's what matters".

"Yeah… yeah, I suppose…"

"Kayla, look at me" Jane coaxed, her voice soft and sweet like a lullaby, "don't diminish your progress. It's something you should be insanely proud of. What young girl, at fifteen years old, can say she went through losing her family – twice – an abusive relationship, an addiction to drugs, going to rehab and, well…"

It was still a sensitive subject that other thing, hence why Jane probably faltered but Kayla knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You've done amazing" Jane continued, noticing Kayla's sad look, "celebrate it. Celebrate yourself".

"I know. I know that's what I'm meant to do. Celebrate the little wins and be grateful for every day that I'm alive and well and not falling down that dark hole, but I just… can't. What if I slip up again?"

"Is that what you're scared of?"

"All the damn time" she admitted, "as much as I hated those months, it took me away from reality. I didn't have to exist as me, and it's tempting to be like that again sometimes. Especially…"

Her aunt quirked a brow, urging her on.

"… Especially with the way things are here sometimes. With mom" she clarified, "our relationship was strained before, but now it's almost unbearable. She doesn't trust me, and I don't blame her for that, but I know she hates me and everything I represent. I know she wishes I died instead of Dylan".

"Oh honey, don't say that-"

"Why not? It's true" she shrugged, "and honestly? I've come to terms with it. But nothing I do is ever right. Nothing I ever do is enough. She just thinks I'm a druggie whore".

"I really don't think she thinks that" Jane reassured, shaking her head, "she's your mom".

"Is she?" she asked, "because she's never been a mom to me. Not really. We both know it. You were the one that spoke to me about periods and showed me how to use tampons and, when I started experimenting, you made sure I was safe and knowledgeable about sex without judgement. When I got in trouble, I called you. When I learnt I liked boys and girls, I spoke to you. When I tried weed for the first time and freaked out, I reached out to you. You held my hand at Dad and Dylan's funerals. You helped me understand how dangerous Aiden's and I's relationship was. You got me into rehab and visited me. You were the one that didn't give up on me. She did – a long time ago".

Jane remained quiet, soaking up all that emotion and coming to the difficult terms that her sister wasn't the most devoted or present mom which, she had struggled to understand, considering Jody had basically raised her herself as they did not have a maternal or present mother, eventually ending up in the foster care system.

"It's okay" Kayla continued, "I don't mind. I've given up trying to have any semblance of a genuine mother-daughter relationship, but it does make me think sometimes… what's the point?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, who is there to be good for?" she shrugged, "most of my family are dead. My dad he… he's not here anymore. Dyl is gone. Laura's gone. Derek is so different now - and detached. What's the point?"

"The point is you do it for yourself" Jane smiled, "you keep being strong – for you".

"It's hard".

"I know honey".

"You know I… I, uh… I haven't been totally clean since rehab" she sighed, "I dabbled a little when I got out".

"That's okay too".

"You're not disappointed in me?"

"Disappointed?" Jane smiled, "how could I ever be disappointed in you? Look at you" she smiled, "I'm the proudest aunt in the entire world".

Having that late-night conversation was something she had desperately needed, so she didn't mind the lack of sleep. Her aunt's kind and supportive words helping to keep herself sane and on the right track.

So she got herself ready that morning, grabbing the first things she could find from her wardrobe – an all-in-one black spandex playsuit and an oversized plaid shirt that she tied loosely around her waist, paired with some pristine white chunky trainers. The fresh smell of home-made waffles coaxing her out of her room earlier than usual.

"Good morning" Jane greeted, a wide smile on her face as she manned the pan, "how did you sleep?"

"Okay" she replied, glancing around the kitchen and seeing Tabby face first in her plate of waffles, "that kid can sleep anywhere huh?"

"Yeah" Jane laughed, looking at Tabby in complete adoration, "I think the excitement has gotten to her. You know she's absolutely besotted with you. The whole car ride here she was like 'I can't wait to play with Kayla', 'I can't wait to watch movies with Kayla', 'I can't wait to get Kayla to braid my hair'…"

"Kid has good taste" she joked, sitting on the stool next to her little cousin and ruffling her hair to wake her up, "rise and shine sleepy head, before I eat your waffles".

Tabby jumped up, nearly falling from the stool as she looked around the kitchen before realising it was Kayla, a big smile erupting across her face.

"Kayla" she screeched, leaning sideways to give her a big hug, "you're up. And no-" she added, pulling back and protectively placing her little arms around her plate stacked high with waffles, "-my food".

"Snooze you lose" she smirked, playfully pretending to reach for the plate which caused Tabby to further hunch over her food, pouting playfully.

"There's enough for everyone" Jane laughed, coming over with a plate piled high with fresh waffles and placing it in front of Kayla, "what toppings would you like?"

She wasn't used to this – being catered to and spoilt, even if it was just a homemade breakfast. A warm feeling spreading through her veins as she smiled in thanks at her aunt.

"Maple syrup and chocolate spread please".

"Coming right up".

"Do you have to go to school Kayla?" Tabby asked, tearing her waffles into little pieces and eating them with her hands, "we could have a party and watch movies and play dress up".

"Unfortunately so kid, sorry" she smiled, "but this weekend I could take you shopping if you like. My new friend Lydia loves clothes, and I'm sure she would love to tag along and help you find some pretty dresses?"

Tabby gasped in delight, her little face lighting up. "Really?"

"Really" she promised, "and do you know what's even better?" she whispered, drawing Tabby in, "you can't tell anyone though".

"Promise" her cousin replied in a loud whisper, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Lydia is exactly like one of your favourite Disney princesses. In fact-" she smirked; "-I know she is a Disney princess".

Tabby's jaw almost hit the floor, whilst an almost audible gasp fell from her lips.

"Ariel?"

"Ariel" she confirmed, "she's so pretty and has the most beautiful hair you've ever seen. But you must keep it a secret though, okay? No one can find out her secret identity".

"I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise" she shrieked, clapping her hands together, "I won't tell anyone Kayla, I promise".

"Good" she smiled, just as Jane came over with her toppings.

"Thank you" her aunt whispered in her ear, "for being so good with her".

"Of course. I love the little rascal" she grinned, ruffling Tabby's hair once more who just cheesed back around a mouthful of waffle, "glad you decided against that plan B".

Jane snorted, rolling her eyes playfully as she came to sit opposite them, watching both her girls in admiration.

"Would you like a ride to school today?"

"That would be great. I'm still carless, which is a major pain in the ass".

"Does that mean I can maybe lay eyes on this 'Stiles'?" Jane smirked, causing Kayla to choke on her waffle.

"Wha-why?" she mumbled, waffle falling from her mouth.

"To make sure he's good enough for my beautiful niece, of course".

She grabbed a napkin, wiping at her mouth as she felt that internal panic take hold, everything suddenly becoming much more real.

"He's not… we're not… he's not my boyfriend" she proclaimed, "he's just my… my low commitment… causal… person" she gulped, "that I sometimes make out with".

"Sounds a lot like a boyfriend to me".

"It-It's not" she said, trying to ignore her aunt's smile, "it's a label-less thing".

"If you say so" Jane grinned, "I still want to meet him though".

"No chance".

"Aw come on, why not?" she pouted, "I'm your favourite aunt".

"You're my only alive aunt" Kayla shot back her playful quip with a mysterious smile, "which kind of means the favourite automatically defaults to you".

"I'll still take it. A win is a win, but don't change the subject" she said, "you squirmed out of telling me anything last night, but not today. Tell me about him? Please, please, please?"

"You're worse than a schoolgirl, you know that right?"

"Answer my question".

She sighed but couldn't help the little smile that pulled at her lips, forgetting how nice it was to have someone genuinely interested in her life.

"He's just… Stiles".

"Uh huh… and…?"

"He's a guy…".

"I did kind of gather that, yes".

"His dad is the Sheriff…".

Her aunt started laughing, pure delight shining in her eyes.

"Oh my god, I love that" she screeched, clapping her hands together and doing a small happy dance at the table, "my delinquent little niece, who hates authority, is dating the sheriff's son. Oh wow".

"Delinquent?" she asked, "don't put me in that amateur bracket. And also-" she reminded, "-we're not dating".

"The Sheriff's son… well-" Jane smirked, "-I'm surprised. Your type is usually a lot more-"

"Dangerous? Narcissistic? Abusive? Arrogant? Selfish?"

"And more" Jane said, nodding her head, "you do always seem attracted to the bad boys".

"Yeah, because they're unpredictable and emotionally unavailable and don't give a shit. It's just the way I'm wired, I guess".

"But Stiles isn't like that?"

"... No" she said after a few seconds, "he's... different".

"Different how?"

"He's kind" she sighed, "he's... patient with me. He likes me, not just my body..."

"You seem surprised by that?"

"Well, yeah" she said, "I can be a terrible person sometimes, and my track record isn't exactly glowing - but he doesn't care. When I tell him about my past, he doesn't judge me. He just... listens".

"That's a good thing" Jane insisted, "you want that".

"Do I?"

"Yes" Jane laughed, "because that's a healthy relationship".

"Is it?"

Although Jane was smiling, Kayla could see a pang of sadness in her eyes - like she was upset that she didn't understand the fundamentals of a pure hearted, good for the soul relationship.

"Yes" Jane promised, "relationships are built on loyalty and trust and the ability to truly listen and be there for the other person".

"Oh, see-" she shrugged, a smirk on her face as she picked up a bit of waffle with her fork, "-I thought it was built on fucking - specifically, like animals".

Jane quickly reached across and covered Tabby's ears with the palms of her hands but the little girl wasn't paying attention anyway, ripping apart her waffles and making a big mess on the breakfast bar.

"Kayla" Jane chastised, though she did appear to be holding back her chuckles, "there are children present".

"She has no idea what we're talking about" she laughed, "she thinks she got delivered by storks".

"And it's going to stay that way for a couple more years" her aunt insisted, finally pulling her hands away and sitting back on the stool, "and of course theres's a, um... S-E-X-U-A-L-" she spelt out each word slowly, "-element in many relationships, but that's the fun part. The emotional part is what makes relationships last".

"Well, Aiden and I didn't really speak. We fucked, fought, took drugs, fucked again and passed out. Then, when we came to, we fucked again. And again. And again. And-"

"I get the picture" Jane cut her off with an amused smirk, "it was physical".

"The sex was, and the fighting" she shrugged, "he broke three of my ribs and then I broke his nose. Two minutes later we were fucking again. I don't really have the best experiences to compare it to".

"Well, from what you've told me, Stiles seems a lot better than Aiden" Jane said, "in many ways. Just remember-"

"Not to resort to physical violence?"

"Well, yes, that too" Jane nodded, "but if you both get 'physical' then you need to be safe about it".

"No bondage first time around - got it".

"Oh no, I meant-"

"I know what you meant" she laughed, "and relax. We're not- well, I mean, we probably were going to if mom didn't interrupt with her phone call, because my god am I horny, but we didn't. Plus, he's a virgin. He's very sexually inexperienced. Gotta teach him a thing or two first".

"Mommy, what's a virgin?"

"Uh..."

Kayla winced rather unsympathetically, unable to hide her smirk as Jane floundered and panicked at that question, looking at her daughter in mortification.

"Um... it's, uh... it's just-"

"And what does 'horny' mean?"

"Uh..."

"It means you're very excited for something" Kayla smiled, "like, really excited".

"Ohhh" Tabby drawled out, looking down at her almost empty plate of waffles, "so I was really horny for waffles?"

Kayla couldn't stop her laughter, hiding her chuckles behind her hand as Jane playfully smacked her across the table and shook her head at her daughter.

"No honey, not like that. It's a grown-up thing, okay?"

Tabby frowned, looking between Jane and Kayla. "But Kayla isn't a grown-up".

"I'm more grown up than you, little miss Bitesize" she playfully remarked, sticking out her tongue at her, "I get to do grown-up things. You don't"

"Well, technically-" Jane interrupted with a half-hearted eyeroll, "-you shouldn't really be doing these grown-up things either but..."

"Can't tame me, aunt Jane".

"I've noticed".

They cleared their breakfast and bundled into the car, giving her a well-needed lift to school considering she was running severely late - as per usual.

"It's okay, just pull up at the front. Lydia and Allison are waiting for me" she said, pointing to the brunette and the strawberry blonde who were waiting patiently by the sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a rather one-sided conversation - three guesses at who was the one doing all of the talking.

Jane obliged, parking up and looking expectantly around the parking lot and Kayla knew exactly who she was looking for.

"You're not going to see him" she smirked, waving her hand at the empty jeep parked a few rows over, "he's already inside".

"Damn" Jane whispered, "I suppose I'll just have to Facebook stalk him instead".

"I'm surprised you haven't already".

"I've been tempted" Jane snorted, "but I'm glad to see he doesn't ride a motorcycle".

"I feel like a motorbike would be safer" she laughed, slipping from the car and giving Tabby a highfive in the backseat and thanking Jane for the ride, slamming the door shut and jogging over to her friends.

"Who's that?" Lydia asked curiously, her neck strained as she watched Jane drive away.

"My aunt and my little cousin. They're going to be staying with us a while until they get back on their feet".

"Well, she's gorgeous" Lydia admired, "I can see where you get your good genes from".

Allison was giving her a thorough once over, a little hint of suspicion in her gaze and, at first, Kayla pretended to ignore her, scared she would catch on as to what happened last night but she couldn't avoid Allison's eyes for long, quirking a brow in questioning.

"You look different" Allison observed, "it's like you're glowing or something".

"Yeah, tried a new moisturiser" she deflected, "works a dream".

"Ooooh" Lydia turned to look at her in curiosity, "what's it called?"

"No, that's not it" her brunette friend said, shaking her head, "it's like your soul is vibrating with happiness or something..."

"Aunt Jane makes the best waffles, that's probably why".

"Hmm" Allison mumbled, "something's going on with you, what is it?"

"What? Nothing" she denied, beginning to walk with her friends towards the school as they both looked at her dubiously, "I'm just me".

"No... now Allison mentions it, something is different" Lydia insisted, "you're smiling".

"Do I not usually?"

"You tend to have a resting bitch face" Lydia said bluntly, "especially before eight in the morning".

"There's nothing different" she denied, "I'm just happier than usual, is that a crime?"

"But what is making you happy?" Allison persisted as they walked up the steps.

"Did you get new batteries for your vibrator?"

"Lydia!" Allison chastised, blushing a little as she looked around to make sure no one had heard.

"What?" the redhead defended herself, "maybe the glow is just from a really good orgasm. It happens".

She rolled her eyes playfully, pushing open the double doors and walking into the school.

"Vibrators are for amateurs" she shrugged, "a wand is where it's at. That shit is powerful".

"Agreed" Lydia shrugged, "it's like heaven in a stick. Oh, Allison-" she scolded, "-don't be so embarrassed. Self-pleasure is completely natural".

She laughed at her friends, genuinely at ease and relaxed around them - especially after their support yesterday. Truly believing that, despite how different each one of them was, they had the potential to become the best of friends.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, feeling the gaze of someone on her and, without thinking, she glanced up and immediately met the softest and most beautiful brown eyes she had ever known.

That could only mean one person...

Stiles.

She faltered, coming to a slow stop in the middle of the corridor as she looked at him, watching him flounder and try to wave at her, his expression anxious but clearly completely enthralled at the same time. Hell, she expected his face to morph into the little heart eyes emoji any second now.

It was cute how he acted around her, and she found herself enjoying how it made her feel - appreciated and worshipped like she was a precious expensive jewel to be handled with care and love. A small smile, flirty and alluring, pulling at her lips. Barely even paying attention to Scott who looked as if he was having a stroke or an aneurysm next to him.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, and breaking through her dreamy stare was a flurry of dark hair as Allison rushed around to step in front of her, her expression delighted but full of surprise.

"Oh my god" she shrieked, "you and Stiles!"

"What? No" she denied half-heartedly, looking between her perky brunette friend and the other who had suspicion written all over her face, "what do you mean-"

"You're looking at him".

"Is that illegal now?" she deflected in response, shrinking a little under Allison's knowing gaze.

"You're really looking at him" she insisted, nearly jumping up and down in front of her, "with soft and gooey eyes. Oh my god, it's finally happening, isn't it? You're finally together?"

She was speechless, looking in panic between her two friends who were not so patiently waiting for her to answer, suddenly feeling very scrutinised and claustrophobic.

"We're not... he's not... I mean..."

She was stuttering. - something she never usually did, always able to keep her emotions and nerves in check. Her heart suddenly racing a million miles a minute as she felt trapped between their expectant stares, almost wishing they would just beat the answers out of her instead because, at least, pain she could resist.

"We just... we aren't... we... he's... low commitment... casual... person..."

Allison's shriek and consequent delighted clap of her hands drew the attention of everyone in a twenty-foot vicinity of them as Lydia just sighed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms above her chest.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it" Allison chanted, "I told you from the start I felt something between you. I'm so happy for you. You've got a boyfriend".

"No. Nu-uh" she corrected, "Low commitment. Casual. Person" she repeated, "not my boyfriend".

Lydia sighed again, "That's just a scaredy cat way of saying boyfriend".

"Scaredy cat? me? pfft" she scoffed, "I'm not scared. I don't get scared"

"Then just say he's your boyfriend" Lydia challenged, "otherwise, you're scared".

She looked between her friends, a newfound panic running through her veins.

"But... I mean.. why-why does there have to be a label on it?" she asked, beginning to ramble in dread, "can't two people - two single people - just enjoy spending time together and making out and feeling good whilst they do it?"

Allison and Lydia looked at one another in knowing before simultaneously chanting "boyfriend" in a knowing tone.

"I hate you both, I hope you know that right?"

"Hate us all you want" Allison laughed, "it doesn't change the fact that you have a boyfriend".

She winced, "I hate that word. It makes me sound like a giggly, infatuated schoolgirl".

"You are" Lydia said bluntly, "or - you will be. It's what boys do to us. Reel us in and make us weak".

"Uh-"

"Just don't fall for it" the redhead continued, "don't let his dick control you".

"It could do that and a whole lot more" she mumbled under her breath, remembering how it felt underneath her, unable to resist the dark and dirty thoughts that began to torment her brain, realising then just how wound tightly she was. Desperate for a little release, that deviant and desperate sexual side of her wanting to come out and play.

Allison giggled in response, clearly over the moon with this little revelation and Lydia, although pleasantly accepting, just rolled her eyes again.

"Go speak to him" she urged, shooing her with her hands, "poor boy looks stressed".

She momentarily leaned to the side, peering around Allison to watch Stiles fidget and bite his thumb nail, clearly contemplating walking over to talk to her himself and snorted under her breath, glancing back at Allison.

"That's his usual demeanour. He's always stressed".

"That's not the point. You need to speak to him" Allison insisted, grabbing her arm and pushing her down the corridor, "go say hi".

She didn't really have a choice now, pushed in his direction and, saving face, she had to walk up to him and Scott - both boys a perfect picture of surprise and panic. The latter was looking at her with a dropped jaw and adorable confused puppy eyes, unable to hide his amazement - and then there was Stiles. Stiles who pretended to not have noticed her, trying to lean against the locker and act cool and collected but ended up slipping and banging his elbow off the combination lock, flailing about and nearly knocking her off her feet.

"Morning guys" she said, quickly side stepping to avoid an elbow to her tit.

"Oh look, it's Kayla" Stiles exclaimed, forcing a chuckle from his throat, running a hand over his short hair, "what a surprise. A pleasant one. Surprise that is. Isn't it a good surprise Scott?"

Scott simply rolled his eyes at his friends exaggerated and panicked behaviour, but was still unable to drop the surprised look from his face.

"Uh... yes, hi Kayla" he greeted, "um... do you want me to leave you both to it...?"

She didn't get a chance to reply before, from the corner of her eye, she saw Stiles nodding quickly and insistently, giving Scott the largest most obvious wide eyes she had ever seen. The answer to that was a clear 'yes', with a hint of a warning to not make it too obvious.

"Um... I mean, I have something I need to... to do" Scott mumbled, pointing behind him, "something over there. Far over there".

"Yes, good, bye Scott" Stiles said, "enjoy that thing. That very important thing. We'll catch up with you later".

She bit back her smile, watching in amusement as Scott was sent away like a little lost boy, forced to wander across the corridor before stopping by the far off wall and looking around in contemplation.

"H-How are you?" Stiles asked, a little breathless and worried, "did you-did you have a good night?"

"Yeah, it was great" she gushed, "we baked cookies and sat up drinking copious amounts of hot chocolate and talking. Personally? I prefer vodka, but the hot chocolate was good too" she joked, making him smile.

"You seem happy" he observed, "is that just because of your aunt and cousin visiting, or...?"

"It's part of the reason" she smirked, that flirty look returning to her gaze, "I suppose there might be another reason too..."

"Oh?" he wondered, quirking a brow, "and what, uh-what's the other reason...?'

"I don't know, just some guy" she pretended to dismiss, shrugging her shoulders absentmindedly - much to his astonishment, "you probably don't know him".

"Oh, don't I?"

"Doubtful".

"Why don't you describe him for me" he offered, "maybe I might recognise him".

"Well, he's hot. Kinda lanky, but in a good way. Oh, and really knows how to use his tongue" she grinned, "kinda makes me wonder what else it could do..."

Her sly, sexual words brought a flush of colour to his cheeks, an embarrassed but bordering-on proud half-smile tugging at his lips.

"H-He seems like a catch" he muttered, "especially that tongue thing. I'd say there was definitely some skill there".

"There's potential," she remarked, "but maybe he should practice a little bit more. Preferably at lunch. In the boiler room".

Stiles seemed a little confused, a frown etched between his brows as he puckered his lips in thought, clearly not able to take the major hint she was giving him.

"Practice making out with the boiler?"

She burst into laughter, reaching out to playfully smack his arm.

"No silly. With me. Y'know, in the boiler room. No interruptions".

"Oh. Oh" he mumbled, shaking his head at his own stupidity, "right, of course. That-That makes more sense. Well, actually, it doesn't. You still want to make out with me? Willingly?"

"You still seem surprised by that".

"Well... yeah" he insisted, "are you sure you're not brain damaged?"

"Brain damaged?"

"You did have that concussion from your car accident. Maybe there are lasting effects from that".

"From a concussion?"

"Those babies are dangerous" he insisted.

"I think I'm good" she laughed, "I like making out with you".

He pressed a surprised hand against his chest, mouthing a silent "me?", looking around to double check there was no one behind him.

"Yes, Stiles. You" she chuckled, "and I would like to do it a lot more if that's okay with you?".

"I, uh... I think... yeah. Yeah" he nodded helplessly, "I think- I mean, yes. That's completely fine with me myself and little I. Wait, um... not little. Not that it's little. I would say it's probably average-"

She cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his tee and pulling him forward so they were face to face, their noses just centimetres apart.

"Stiles?" she whispered sweetly, "I've had average. You are certainly not average".

"O-Oh?" he mumbled, gulping loudly as he had to keep tearing his gaze away from her lips, "so it's-it's... it's below...?"

"Definitely not" she smirked, "I was almost impaled last night like Jesus was on the cross".

"OH. Heh. Hm. T-That's... heh..."

"Stiles?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Kiss me" she smiled warmly, "because right now it sort of looks like we're squaring up to one another".

He remained silent, glancing down at her lips again, clearly enticed and desperate for them but his nervousness had returned so she simply closed the gap, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss, pulling him even closer.

He stumbled a little, falling into her but she didn't mind, clinging to his tee in something close to desperation, raising herself to the tips of her toes to get more leverage. He submitted, lost to her dominance as she damn near sucked the soul from his body, drawing the attention of everyone around them. She didn't care, completely lost in how his lips made her feel - safe and warm, a hungry need for affection and acceptance rushing through her veins. Completely content with him, something she hadn't really felt before.

She could've kept kissing him for hours, but all good things must come to an end and, in this case, the ending was Danny. Danny who purposefully tapped her shoulder like an inpatient child asking their mother for money for the ice cream van, causing her to fall back on the flats of her feet and turn around, leaving Stiles in a lovesick daze, nearly toppling over.

Danny held his hand out expectantly, a proud smirk on his face.

"Pay up Hale" he insisted, "you owe me fifty bucks".

She sighed, rolling her eyes and reaching into her bra, pulling out a hundred and placing it in the palm of his hand.

"It was a stupid bet anyway" she grumbled, "and I expect change from that".

"You're just saying that because you lost" he chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at Scott in the distance, triumphantly holding up the money.

"You suck" she said to Danny, "you suck so hard right now".

"Nope" he grinned, "judging by dopey here, you're the one that sucks - and really rather good at it too".

She glanced at Stiles, seeing him completely out of it, probably bordering on potentially fainting. His eyes glazed over as he staggered on the spot, the tips of his fingers lingering over his lips.

"What can I say?" she smirked, "I'm the master of seduction".

A/N) A cute lighthearted ish chapter of just pure cuteness and adorable ness. Plus I love exploring everyone's reactions to STAYLA. It gives me life hahaha

Also hmmm hint.. Flashforward,.. seduction... oooooh, I wonder... ;) (if you've read the original, you know haha)

So please let me know what you thought of this chapter and I'm super determined to update soon... some fun stuff, and drama, and revelations, coming real soon... ;)