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World on Fire * Stiles Stilinski/OC (part 4)

Summary: Madison has always been cautious, preferring to view the world through a lens of wary curiosity, rather than diving into the unknown with reckless abandon. But when she moves to Beacon Hills with her cousin and grandfather, and is thrown into that unknown before she can stop it, she will soon face an impossible choice. Accept her new reality, or run.

Warnings: original character, werewolves, graphic depiction of violence, some language

Part One Part Two Part Three

"So, wait. You ran over a dog—"

"It literally just came out of nowhere!" Allison exclaims, her fingertips picking at a piece of french fry while she hovers just a fraction of an inch closer to where Madison sits across from her in the cafeteria, "It was raining, and dark, and—"

"And you took it to the animal clinic, where that guy who gave you a pen first period just so happens to work."

"Scott. Yeah."

"And he gave you his—shirt?"

"It's not what it sounds like, I swear!"

"That's funny, because I kind of think it is exactly what it sounds like," Madison teases, shifting to nudge Allison's shin beneath the table with the toe of her boot, and suppressing an amused snort as the act causes her friend to flush, "How exactly did that part happen, again?"

"It was raining?"

"Convenient."

"Oh right, because I totally planned a torrential downpour," Allison scoffs, the remark tempered by yet another shy smile, while soft laughter shakes her shoulders and her hair falls in a curtain across her face, "I wish I was that good."

"Well it got you a date to Lydia's party."

"It did, didn't it?"

"So now we just need to work on finding someone for you."

"What? No. No," Madison protests, her brow furrowing as soon as she realizes that now it appears to be her turn for flushed cheeks and nervous laughter, "I'm—I'm fine just going on my own."

"Oh come on! I'm sure Lydia can come up with someone from the team!"

"And what if I don't—what if I don't want someone from the team?"

"What about that guy you were talking to the other day?" Allison persists, Madison's answering shock over the inquiry serving as ample proof that she is on the right track, "Oh my God, I knew Lydia was onto something!"

"She definitely wasn't—"

"Oh, no, she was. She definitely was; who was he?!"

Trying and failing to ignore the flush that burns against the skin of her cheeks, Madison averts her eyes to her own lunch in hopes that it will give her a moment or two to gather her nerves. In hopes that she will be able to find some way of shrugging off Allison's curiosity as gently as she can.

In truth, a part of her is oddly amused by the teasing. By the obvious reluctance to back down that is so apparent in her newfound companion's gaze. But even if Madison may be capable of admitting that she almost enjoys the reality now before her—that of having a friend aside from her cousin—it still does not quite give her the courage to simply accept her fate without a fight.

"He was—I mean, I don't think we're really going to have a chance to chat again, Allison—"

"Were you planning on moving out of town again?"

"Well no, but—"

"Then who. Was. He?"

"Matt. He was—he was trying out for the lacrosse team yesterday, too," Madison finally relents, frowning almost as soon as she takes note of Allison's eager smile, "What's that look?"

"Oh nothing. It's just, since he's on the team, he'll probably be at Lydia's party too."

Unable to do anything other than blink as Allison's words sink in, Madison realizes that her friend does actually have a point. That she likely will, in fact, have a chance to run into Matt again if she wants it. Her stomach does a funny little lurch at the prospect, even if she hardly knows the answer to that particular internal question, in and of itself, and she catches herself chewing on the inside of her cheek as she mulls over exactly how she should proceed.

On the one hand, she can do as Allison seems to be suggesting. She can go to this party, and hope that Matt will be there. That they will have a chance to interact, again.

But on the other hand, a part of her cannot help but acknowledge that she would much rather remain home with a very good book.

"Madison?"

"Hmm?"

"Now who has a look?"

"What—what look?"

"That look," Allison clarifies, gesturing at Madison's face, biting down on the inside of her cheek in a clear attempt at hiding her own amusement, even when her friend narrows her eyes at her in response, "You're trying to find an excuse not to go, aren't you?"

"I never said that."

"Yeah, well, you didn't have to. And you—you really don't have to come if you don't want to. Not just for me."

Madison mulls the words over for a moment, honestly surprised at the genuine offer, considering how Allison had practically seemed ready to ignite a mutiny over simply finding her a guy to hang out with at said party mere moments before. In spite of her uncertainty, she honestly tries to force herself to push that feeling to the side.

She can tell that Allison is nervous. That regardless of the fact that she already has her own special someone willing to be with her at the party, she is still every bit as uncertain in this new environment as Madison is, herself.

That simple truth is a large part of what seems to have given them the basis for their tentative companionship. And it is also a major component of the reason behind Madison's ensuing choice.

"I'm going."

"Maddie—"

"No, really. I'm going," Madison repeats, surprised to find a genuine grin pulling at her lips even in the face of her lingering trepidation, "Someone has to make sure you and Scott have a good time."

"And someone needs to make sure you find a way to hook up with Matt."

"Hook—hook up?"

"Well—maybe," Allison jokes, laughing openly in response to Madison's answering flush, and dodging the retaliatory swipe aimed at her arm not long after, "We'll see."

Shaking her head, Maddie tries to pretend she does not share in Allison's amusement. Or rather, she tries and fails, her shoulders shaking with her own laughter as she reaches for the bottle of water resting nearby. It would be a lie for her to pretend she has any sort of a plan to pursue anything with Matt. At least not deliberately, having always been the sort to prefer waiting for the other party to make a move first before trying anything herself. But even with those intentions firmly in place, and without knowing for sure if Sebastian plans to attend the party as well, she is optimistic enough to hope she can still have a decent time.

If nothing else, it might afford her the chance to learn more about her new classmates, and that is something that can only aid her in the long run.

…

The bell above the door lets out a gentle tinkle as Jean Duvall steps inside the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, cool green eyes automatically seeking the older of the two men inside. Despite the years that have passed since their last encounter, he does not miss the flare of recognition in that man's expression.

Waiting as the man he seeks murmurs something to his younger companion, Jean waits until the boy passes through the double doors leading to an unseen back room before moving any closer, and he is not blind to how the other man's posture seems to tense just a bit as a result.

"Do you know why I am here?"

"I can hazard a guess," Deaton replies, his tone cautiously neutral as he watches the new arrival assessing his surroundings with a critical eye, "And Fiona might have alerted me to your needs before you arrived."

"And you do not approve."

As he anticipated, Deaton purses his lips, clearly spending a moment deliberating over exactly how he should respond. An expression Jean is all too familiar with, given their shared history. This would hardly be the first time the reason why he is here has caused tension between them.

Something Deaton only seems too keen to prove, if his eventual reply as he hands Jean a small glass vial is any sort of indication at all.

"As a child ages, there are always dangers associated with repressing certain memories," He begins, his expression still retaining its practiced neutral cast despite the inherent disapproval behind his tone, "And those are outside of just the implications for any relationships involved in the deceit."

"I believe our relationship is strong enough to pass the test."

"That's one man's belief."

"She is not ready for the truth," Jean insists, pocketing the vial, and casting a glance at the door through which Deaton's younger companion had disappeared to ensure they are still, for all intents and purposes, alone, "I think you might understand the need for protection, in such cases."

"I also understand the need for transparency. It's more important than you might think."

Opting for silence once again, Jean does not even grant Deaton the courtesy of a nod, his eyes narrowing as he continues to watch the veterinarian as though waiting for him to do something more than simply disagree with his methods. Where Fiona had only been too willing to supply his needs prior to the move back to Beacon Hills, the man standing in front of him now seems determined to opt for a more contrarian approach.

It was something he'd always endured in years prior, but now it is something he simply cannot afford.

"If I require assistance in the upbringing of my granddaughter, I will let you know."

"Noted. And what about your grandson?" Deaton presses, the inquiry causing Jean's jaw to tighten, his answer coming through the strain of gritted teeth.

"Sebastian understands the need for secrecy as well."

Deaton's expression says it all, in the wake of the remark, his disapproval clear, even to the unpracticed eye. And although Jean is more than a little tempted to remark on that very fact, he resists, instead choosing departure as a means of terminating the conversation altogether, now that he has what he came for…

Not that the veterinarian is willing to let him go without having the final say.

"I wonder who she will turn to, when the truth inevitably comes out," He states, the words clearly intended as a warning, though for his part, Jean does not seem inclined to acknowledge them at all, the bell over the door giving another small tinkle as he passes through to the parking lot resting just outside.

Even as Scott once again returns to stand beside him, Deaton does not stop watching the other man's retreating form until he disappears from view entirely, and although he suspects his murmured next words will only confuse the boy, that does not stop him from saying them aloud, anyway.

"When she learns what you have been hiding, who will she trust?"

…

"So this old guy comes in—"

"Yes, Stiles."

"And Deaton knew him?"

"Yes," Scott confirms, exasperation coloring his sigh as he leans back against the sofa cushions, and allows his head to thud against the wall resting behind them not long after, "But that doesn't mean I'm any closer to figuring out who he was than the first time you asked."

"Maybe I'm thinking repetition will help you remember," Stiles suggests, his expression hopeful, to say the least, even when he notices Scott rolling his eyes in response, "Isn't it helping at least a little bit?"

"Not really, no."

"Spoilsport. Did you at least ask Deaton anything about this guy?"

"What do you think?" Scott groans, tilting his head to look at Stiles, while light from the television flares across their faces, "He kept me pretty busy after that."

"Did he tape your mouth shut or something?"

"No—"

"Blaring loud music?"

"No!"

"Then what!?" Stiles bursts out, frustration apparent behind the words, even if he knows there hadn't really been anything else for Scott to do other than what he'd done, already, "Sorry. Sorry, I just—"

"You just want to figure out what happened to the other half of the body we found the other night."

"Yes!"

"And you think that just because the old guy was new, he had something to do with it?"

"Well? I mean, it's not like we've had a run on murders year-round. Someone drops dead, someone new comes to town? I'd say that makes it worth looking into!"

"So, by that logic, Allison might be a suspect, too," Scott hedges, his expression doubtful, though his friend, by contrast, is already giving an eager nod. Ever since his return home from work, Stiles had been fixated on every last detail of the interaction Scott had described between his boss and the older man. And by that fact alone, he supposes he shouldn't really be all that surprised when he takes the direction of their conversation surrounding their suspicions just one step further.

"Her, or someone in her family. Think about it. You could be going to Lydia's party on Friday with a murderer."

"Now tell me why you sound so happy about that—"

"I literally had to drag you out into the woods to find the first half, Scott. Tell me why you're surprised that I'm happy."

"Right. Guess I should probably already know."

"Damn straight," Stiles agrees, his fingers drumming anxiously against the fabric of his jeans, "Maybe you should ask her what she knows."

"Right. Because that's a great conversation to have on a first date."

"Hey, at least she could never say you were boring!"

"Honestly? I'm kind of just shooting for surviving the night without making a fool of myself," Scott admits, aware of Stiles's scoff of disapproval, and hurrying to go on before his friend can say anything in response, "Normal isn't always a bad thing, you know."

"It is when you're trying to impress a girl."

"And you're saying this from all of your experience with dating."

"Yeah. Well—well no," Stiles mutters, reaching up to scratch the back of his head, and frowning as soon as he sees the look that Scott is sending his way, "What?"

"It's nothing."

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"It's just—I'm not gonna know anyone other than Allison," Scott says, the nerves he has been trying so hard to restrain finally becoming more than he can bear, "And if Jackson decides to be an ass like always—"

"Well, I'd be missing out on an epic night of video games, but I suppose I could come, too."

"Would you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll come," Stiles nods, leveling a look of mock indignation Scott's way, and pointing his finger at his friend not long after, "If I was smart, I'd make you find me a date as payment for my sacrifice."

"Maybe Allison has a twin sister no one knows about."

"Ha. Funny. You're—you're hilarious, Scott, you know that?"

Stiles is already able to predict his friend's answer. In fact, he would've been able to, even without taking note of his unbelievably eager smile. And even though he cannot exactly say how much fun he will have, if Scott is wrapped up in Allison, as he likely will be all night long, he is completely unable to resist his own grin as his friend finally manages a reply.

"I know."

…

The remainder of the week passes with little to no incident, and Madison is surprised to realize that the transition to living in Beacon Hills is far easier than she could have hoped. Of course, she still has not fully abandoned her sense of hesitation. The nerves that plagued her at the start of the week may be diminished, but they are not gone.

She'd spent a significant amount of time after school on finding a suitable outfit to wear to the party. On fixing her hair and makeup, as laughable as all of that now seems. And now, with Bash at her side, she is standing on Lydia Martin's doorstep, early as requested so that they might help set up.

Lydia hadn't technically invited him for the process, having only made specific mention of her desire for assistance to her, and Allison, but once he heard of the opportunity himself, Sebastian was hardly going to just sit out.

She just hopes that his presence is not something that Lydia will mind.

Risking a glance at her cousin, Maddie opens her mouth to say something about that very fact for what has to be the umpteenth time. But before she can, the front door opens, effectively diverting her attention in time to note the appraising look Lydia is sending Bash's way.

"I see you brought a friend."

"Is that—is that okay?" Madison asks, frowning as soon as she realizes how obvious it is that her voice has started to shake, though for Lydia's part, she seems not to notice at all. Instead, her attention is absolutely fixed upon appraising Bash. On looking him up and down with a casual half-smile.

For a moment, Maddie wonders if the redhead will even bother with a reply at all, her eyes still locked on Sebastian as though determined never to look away. But then Lydia is turning back to face her, that appraising look still very much in place as she finally deigns to reply.

"I suppose."

Trying her best not to sag in relief, Madison offers a singular nod to acknowledge the words, instead, her teeth almost automatically digging into her lower lip as she lingers beneath Lydia's discerning gaze. It says quite clearly that she holds the distinct ability to either grant someone her approval or disapproval in little to no time at all. And it is that very fact that renders Madison near to motionless, at least until the redhead offers her the faintest of nods before going on to speak once more.

"Nice dress."

"Oh, um—thanks?"

"You're welcome. Now get in here. Lots to do, little to no time to do it! Chop chop!"

Before Madison can say or do anything to respond, Lydia is turning on a heel and marching back inside, leaving her with little to no choice but to follow along in her wake with Sebastian at her side. As she does so, she is able to notice that the foyer alone is massive. That the rest of the house clearly has to be even grander in scale.

Unable to stop her jaw from dropping just a bit, Madison hardly has time to reconcile herself to the reality surrounding her before she, Lydia and Bash are stepping out through a sliding glass door to land on a spacious patio. A few feet away, there are a few tables set up alongside a pool, the water already reflecting tiny lights hung overhead. And that is where Lydia turns back to her would-be assembly crew, her tone all business as she favors the two of them with a determined smile.

"Okay, so. Sebastian, you can help Jackson with the rest of the lights. And you, Madison, are going to be with me putting out drinks and chips."

"And what if I told you I have a crippling fear of heights, so I'd be better off with you and the chips?" Sebastian inquires, a charming smile firmly in place as an obvious indicator of his attempt to flirt. Only just resisting an eye roll, Madison is honestly surprised to notice Lydia regarding him with an almost contemplative look in response. Almost as though she is considering flirting back.

She doesn't exactly get the chance, though. Not when Jackson is suddenly appearing at her side, and winding an arm around her waist, the look he sends Bash a clear warning to stay away.

"They know they're early, right?"

"Relax, Jackson. They're here to help set up."

"Unless you don't want help with the lights—"

Madison is not blind to the way Jackson's jaw tightens in response to her cousin's quip, though he seems aggravated enough at the prospect of doing anything more with the aforementioned lights to refrain from a comment of his own. Instead, he simply offers a curt nod and turns to storm over towards a few stray boxes balanced on folding chairs near the edge of the pool, a clear indication that if Bash wishes to help, he should follow along.

Sebastian does follow, sending a parting smile Lydia's way, but she does not react, at least not outwardly, clearly sensing the tension between her boyfriend and the taller boy as easily as Madison has, herself. She wants to say something. To reassure her that Bash was only joking, but that is not, strictly speaking, true.

Before the brunette has the chance, though, she catches herself jumping as Lydia seizes her arm and begins towing her back towards the house. One of her eyebrows lifts in open surprise.

Honestly, her enthusiasm is a little daunting. Particularly when contrasted with the way she had seemed bound and determined to appraise her two guests when they had first arrived. Madison still hardly knows her, and unlike with Allison, she is very much unsure of where she stands.

Already, Maddie can tell that Lydia Martin's opinion is one that few choose to question. If anyone does, they are definitely a bolder person than she is, herself.

That opinion seems to be something that can either make or break someone as far as social standing at school is concerned, and as she sets to the task of helping Lydia haul out bags upon bags of chips, Madison thanks her lucky stars that she met Allison before tonight's party.

She certainly cannot tell if her friend would have been influenced against giving her the time of day if she hadn't, and then she would have been back at square one...

A prospect that might just be more daunting than the party that will consume the majority of the evening ahead.

…

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strangerstilinski · 11 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐈 ✶ Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinski / Original Female Character

TW | S2

chapter three

summary; as if the last month and a half hadn't been stressful enough — now there were a few more werewolves, a kanima, and a seriously disturbed old man added into the mix. but amber, stiles, and scott could totally handle this. it would be fine. everything was great.

word count; 18,731

warnings; explicit sexual content, horny teenagers, first time sexual experiences, a heavy handed dose of Stiles' birth-name

chapter notes; lydia is struggling with visions of peter hale. erica reyes makes a memorable appearance. stiles and amber have their first date – among other firsts.

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c h a p t e r t h r e e

ice pick

Even though they only took part in it once a week, it was Amber's personal opinion that Physical Education was single-handedly the best of their weekly elective classes. Not only was it slotted into the first class period of the day, meaning they didn't have to sit through a sleep-inducing English lecture at eight in the morning, but it also meant that she was given the opportunity to watch Stiles get enticingly sweaty, up close and personal, for forty-five blissful minutes.

This Friday was, unfortunately, one of the less sweat inducing activities. Coach Finstock was timing each of them as they climbed the rock wall in pairs of two, jotting down their times on his clipboard as they all slowly took their turns.

Scott and Allison were currently hooked up to the wall, clearly bantering back and forth with flirty smiles as they climbed the tall structure at the far side of the gymnasium.

Stiles had his arms wrapped around Amber's stomach as he watched from his spot behind her, chin propped on her shoulder as he slouched over her body. He glanced at the side of her face and his next exhale puffed out loudly over her ear, causing her to flinch and tilt her head away from the noise.

"You're annoying." She laughed, blindly reaching up to push his face away gently with her hand.

He only tightened his arms around her waist and laughed, turning to dig his face into the crook of her neck in retaliation. She brought a hand up to rub over the short soft hair on top of his head as she watched Scott lose his grip on the rock wall and fall back toward the ground slowly with the protection of his harness.

Allison was looking down at Scott with a satisfied grin and Amber laughed along with most of the other students as Scott landed softly on his back on the cushioned floor mat.

Coach squatted down beside him, also laughing at Scott's misfortune, "McCall. I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kinda joy." He chuckled again before standing up and looking at the students grouped in front of him. "Alright! Next two." Coach's eyes raked over the group as he chose his victims carefully, "Stilinski! Daehler!"

Amber was released as Stiles stepped up to the wall while Allison repelled back down. He took Allison's place in the harness as Matt Daehler hooked himself into Scott's. The boys readied themselves to climb and Coach prepared his timer, clicking at the buttons to reset the device.

"Woo! Go Matt!" Amber cheered encouragingly.

Stiles turned to scowl at her playfully in response to her taunts and she grinned wide. She was still smiling when Matt turned to face her as well and she gave him a friendly thumbs up just as Coach blew on his whistle loudly in indication for them to go.

Scott returned to stand beside her and he bumped her shoulder with his as Matt and Stiles started their ascent.

"That wasn't very nice." Scott laughed before cheering for their friend himself, "C'mon Stiles!"

The two boys both climbed quickly, hands and feet moving along the holds in a fast pace as they raced upward. Stiles managed to reach the top just a few seconds before Matt did and they both repelled back down as soon as they tapped in at the top of the wall.

"Alright, last up! Amber! Erica!" Coach Finstock yelled out next.

Amber jumped, not realizing they were already at the final two climbers, and she stepped up to take Stiles' harness from him with a grin.

"I'm not sure if you saw that but I totally made it to the top in like fifteen seconds." He boasted quietly, unnecessarily helping Amber tighten the straps on the harness around her waist.

"Oh, did you?" She asked airily, looking up from the harness as she took another step toward the wall, "I guess I must've missed that."

"Yeah, okay." Stiles said as he backed away, "Try not to fall on your cute little ass, alright?"

She snorted as she spun to face the wall and readied herself, peeking over at the girl beside her. Erica was frowning at the wall with worried eyes and Amber reached out to nudge her arm softly.

"Hey, you got this." Amber encouraged quietly.

Erica smiled tightly and nodded at her before looking up at the wall again just as Coach blew the whistle.

Amber took a breath and began to climb, finding a good handhold before she pulled herself up and stepped higher. She cycled through the motions in quick repetition until she reached the top of the wall and slapped her hand down against the ledge to mark her finish before quickly repelling back down to the ground.

When her feet touched down on the mats, she peered up to see where Erica was but found the blonde at a standstill only halfway up the wall.

"You can do it Erica." Amber called up gently.

The blonde was beginning to suck in loud wheezing breaths, still not making any moves to climb any further up the wall. Amber frowned worriedly and took a small step toward where the other girl's harness was set up on the wall.

"Erica!" Amber called up again, "Are you okay?"

Erica's breathing picked up into something harsher and Amber could hear her gasping breaths as she began to cry quietly.

Coach came up to stand behind Amber and yelled up toward the other girl as well, "Erica!" He shouted, "You dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo is a function of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Lydia's voice supplied suddenly from behind them, "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" Coach shouted up at her again.

"I'm fine." Erica finally called back down weakly.

Amber stepped back up to the wall and began to climb up the center to get as close as she could to the place where Erica had stopped as conversation continued below them.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison said, "Y'know she's epileptic."

"Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?" Coach asked rhetorically as Amber finally reached the other girl halfway up the wall.

"Hey. You okay?" Amber asked her quietly.

"Yeah," Erica said unconvincingly, "I just- I can't do it."

"That's okay," Amber said quickly, "Let's just go back down-"

"I can't do that either." Erica shook her head frantically.

"Sure you can," Amber countered gently, "Seriously the harness won't let you fall, alright?"

"I'm scared." Erica whispered, pinching her eyes shut tight in embarrassment.

"Gimme your hand," Amber reached out toward the other girl and Erica's hands tightened on the holds of the wall, "Erica, I promise you won't fall down. Just take my hand and we'll go back down slowly. Together."

Erica's hand released and regripped the hold a few times shakily before she finally reached out the couple of inches that Amber's arm couldn't cover. The girl's grip tightened around Amber's hand anxiously at having lost one of her supports to the wall.

"Good. Now just, lean back a little bit and push off. Let the harness hold your weight and ropes will take us back down nice and slow. I promise." Amber assured her softly.

Erica nodded and pinched her eyes shut again as she pushed her feet off of the wall and they sank back down toward the floor in just a couple of short seconds. The moment their feet touched down, Erica dropped Amber's hand and began to pull off her harness.

"Shake it off." Coach told Erica as she dropped the harness to the ground at her feet, "You're fine."

"Hey, Erica-" Amber called out as she watched the other girl push through their classmates to head to the locker room.

Amber pulled at her own harness and her fingers fumbled with the straps as she tried to loosen them. She looked up and her eyes caught on Stiles standing a few feet away.

"Stiles! Would you help-" She called out in frustration, pulling at one of the buckles angrily. His hands were suddenly there with hers, undoing the harness easily, "-me."

"Better?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Yes. Thank you." She sighed in relief, taking his outstretched hand and stepping away from the wall.

"Yeah, don't mention it." He said before pausing, "I mean, I wouldn't stop you if you wanted really to thank me.. With, I dunno, a kiss or-"

She fisted her hand in the front of his tacky graphic tee and pulled his lips down against hers in a quick kiss before releasing him.

"Is that thanks enough?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"Hm," Stiles hummed noncommittally, "I don't-"

She shoved his chest and shook her head, "Well it's all you're getting, so tough luck." She told him with a small laugh, stepping away to head toward the girl's locker room with Lydia and Allison.

Stiles threw his arm around Scott's shoulders as Amber and Allison walked to the other side of the gymnasium with Lydia to get changed before classes.

"Hate to see 'em leave but love to watch 'em go, am I right, Scott?" Stiles asked, shaking his friend's shoulder in his grip good-naturedly.

"Yeah," Scott shook his head with a reluctant laugh, "Sure thing, dude."

"Hey, what's with you?" Stiles questioned as they made their own way to the locker rooms, "You should be happy. I mean, just think, in ten short hours, we'll be on a double date with, like, the girls of our dreams-"

"Yeah, about that.." Scott started as they pushed open the door and stepped into the all encompassing stench of the boy's locker room, his voice cutting out at the sound of a sharp whistle.

"Listen up!" Coach Finstock's voice suddenly boomed as the room filled with students, "Anybody sees Isaac Lahey, you immediately tell the principal, get a teacher, or you call me." He looked at the cluster of boys in front of him and frowned when his eyes caught on a boy at the back of the group, "Except for you, Greenberg. Don't call me for anything. I'm not kidding. You shouldn't even have my number."

"Isaac.." Scott said as they moved toward their lockers.

"It's Derek's problem now." Stiles told him with a shrug.

They turned the corner at the back of the room into their row of lockers and Scott sighed, "Like I was saying.. I just, I dunno if tonight's such a good idea, man."

Stiles stared at his friend incredulously, eye nearly twitching in disbelief as he moved to pull his shirt over his head, "What do you mean 'tonight's not a good idea'?"

Scott pulled his locker open with a frown, "I don't know.. That thing me and Allison saw on Wednesday night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather, all this stuff happening with Derek.. I just- It doesn't feel right."

Stiles pulled on a clean shirt and looked at his best friend in disbelief, slamming Scott's locker closed to look at his face directly.

"No." Stiles told him vehemently, "You're not backing out. You wanna know why?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before he barreled on, "Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together, and you know who else wants to have a good time?" He questioned, continuing without taking a breath, "Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time! Many, many times. Several times.. In a row.. In several different positions- I-" His jaw clenched at Scott's unfocused gaze, "Are you even paying attention?"

Scott lifted his arm between them and they both looked down at the noticeable tremble in his shaking hands.

"What is that?" Stiles questioned in exasperation, gesturing to his friend's outstretched hand. Scott suddenly jumped into action and took off back toward the gym, "Wh- Scott! Wait up!"

Stiles ran after him, joining a small cluster of girls who were worriedly tumbling out of the locker room down the hall and rushing in the same direction. Amber was at the front of the group and Stiles nudged her shoulder as he caught up to run beside her.

"What's going on?" He asked as they rounded the corner.

"I think Erica went by herself to finish climbing the wall-" Her frantic words cut off when she froze with wide eyes.

They had stepped into the gym just as the blonde girl fell back through the air from her spot halfway up the climbing wall, with no harness to slow her descent. Amber's fingers gripped Stiles' arm tight in panic but Scott managed to run underneath Erica just in time to catch her in his arms.

The group of girls and Stiles all rushed forward again, he and Amber kneeling down in a quick motion. Erica's body was twitching and writhing as she seized and Scott released her down onto the floor gently, looking up at his friends with wide unsure eyes.

"Put her on her side!" Allison told Scott quickly.

Scott did as he was told and Amber reached out to gently brush some of Erica's wild hair back from her face.

"How did you know?" Amber asked Scott quietly, "I- I noticed she wasn't in the locker room anymore but you-"

"I just felt it." Scott explained, confused by the situation himself, his hand clenched in Erica's tight grip against her chest.

Amber sat back on her heels and exhaled a shaky sigh, her arm pressing into Stiles as she settled back.

It was only then that Stiles took in her appearance. She had pulled her hair from the loose ponytail she'd been wearing during class, her light ashy hair falling softly over her shoulders. Clearly having been in the process of getting changed when she noticed Erica's absence, she was now wearing only her tiny sports bra over her gym shorts. He found himself swallowing thickly as his eyes were pulled to the roundness of her breasts in the tight fabric.

"Can somebody go get Coach?" She called out to the students who were still standing, huddled behind the scene, "She's gonna need to go to the hospital."

Stiles' eyes snapped back up to her face just as she turned to look at him and he blinked at her silently for a few seconds, unsure if she'd caught him staring. He relaxed after a moment passed and her lips only proceeded to pull up to give him a small smile.

He dropped his arm around her shoulders and curled it around her neck, pulling her against him to press his lips to her temple softly. Something in his stomach flipped when she leaned into his embrace and settled a hand on his thigh over his track pants.

Eight o'clock couldn't come fast enough.

Amber made her way down the hallway between morning classes, her shoulder bumping against Lydia's as they discussed their plans for Saturday night. Amber's mouth was just opening to say something when she was suddenly pushed half a step to the side as Jackson shoved his way between the two girls.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demanded angrily, wrapping a hand around Lydia's arm in a tight grip as he pulled her around the corner and crowded her back against the wall.

"What?" Lydia questioned in a gasp.

Amber caught up with them in only a few steps and pried Jackson's hand away with her fingers, jaw clenching angrily as she shoved his arm away from Lydia.

"Show it to me." Jackson demanded vaguely, reaching out again, this time toward the hem of Lydia's dress, "Show it to me. Come on-"

"Jackson, back the hell off." Amber snapped, shoving him back again.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lydia asked the boy, eyes wide.

"Nothing happened to you," Jackson stated, looking the redhead up and down slowly, "It's like- It's like you- You're immune."

Amber's eyes widened a fraction as she finally realized what the boy was talking about.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Lydia told him in a whisper.

He stepped forward to push Lydia back against the wall again and Amber jabbed him with her elbow to shove him away from her friend with a deadly glare.

"It's you," He told Lydia, doing an excellent job of ignoring Amber's presence entirely, "Whatever it is.. Blood, saliva.. Whatever soul killing substance is running through your veins. You did this to me." He hissed angrily.

Amber grabbed his arm in a tight grip and yanked him several steps away, "Jackson I swear to god if you touch her again-"

"You ruined it for me." He snapped at the redhead over Amber's shoulder as he was pushed backwards, "You ruin everything!"

Amber gave him one final, hard shove and he took a few steps in reverse, his chest heaving with angry breaths. He finally spun around and began to walk away but Amber refused to take her eyes off of him as she watched to make sure he wouldn't come back.

He turned around after a second at the sound of Lydia sobbing softly from behind them and Amber's glare only intensified. His jaw clenched with a regretful expression, but he turned away and continued to leave with a shake of his head.

Amber spun back around and was at Lydia's side again in a second, her fingers taking Lydia's hand in a soft grip. She pulled her friend down the hallway and into the girls bathroom just as the redhead began to cry in earnest.

"Hey, you're okay." Amber said softly, tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind Lydia's ear.

"I need- I need a minute." Lydia choked out, dashing into one of the stalls and slamming the metal door shut behind her before sniffling loudly in the quiet room.

"I- I'll wait outside." Amber decided softly, frowning at the closed stall door one last time before she turned and stepped out into the hallway to lean against the wall just outside of the restroom.

She stood with her back pressed against the wall for several minutes before she heard Lydia speaking softly from inside the bathroom. Turning back toward the door, Amber was about to peek inside when the door swung open and Lydia stepped out into the hallway with a determined look on her face.

"Hey, Lyds-" Amber started, pausing when Lydia's gaze caught on the empty staircase behind the brunette.

"Where is he going?" Lydia asked before taking off, pushing past her friend to begin climbing the stairs.

"What?" Amber called out to her friend's retreating back in confusion, "Where's who going? Lydia-"

She mimicked Lydia's quick steps and followed behind her as they went upstairs and rounded the hallway back toward the north end of the school, calling out to her friend with no response as she trailed behind.

Lydia finally paused as they came to a smaller staircase in the north hall, her gaze focussed on the large display case full of sports awards and photographs from over the years. Amber watched Lydia's jaw clench before she bounced on her toes and approached the trophy case to get a closer look.

"What's going on?" Amber asked quietly, unsurprised when she still didn't receive a response.

She looked between her friend and the display case in confusion, watching Lydia's eyes focus on a trophy inside with a terrified expression. Amber's eyes followed the redhead's gaze and they caught on an old basketball trophy, the student's name engraved on the plaque stumping her to no end.

Peter Hale.

Amber spotted the back of Stiles' head just as she stepped into the cafeteria at lunchtime and she grinned excitedly, bounding up behind him to wrap her arms around his chest from behind awkwardly over his backpack, pressing her nose into his cheek.

He flinched in surprise and she laughed, "Hello."

"You scared the crap outta me." He scolded, turning his head at an awkward angle to look back at her.

She released him from her arms and took hold of his hand, beginning to pull him over toward the table where Scott was already sitting with his lunch tray. Stiles resisted when she tugged on him and Amber looked back at him in confusion.

"I, uh- I just gotta talk to someone about, a uh, a thing-" He winced at his own vague explanation and took a step to the side, "I'll be right there."

"Oh," She realized, her eyes drifting over to the table a few feet away where a dark skinned boy was sitting by himself and poking at his subpar school lunch, "You're gonna get the keys from Boyd? I'll come with you-"

"Wh- N-No," Stiles stammered before groaning with wide eyes, "It was supposed to be a surprise. Did Scott tell you?" He asked in disbelief.

She frowned guiltily, "Was it? I kinda pulled it out of him. I'm sorry."

Stiles shook his head and reluctantly pulled her toward the table where Vernon Boyd was sitting and having lunch. Amber split off from Stiles and sat down beside Boyd with a smile.

"Hi, Boyd." She greeted.

Stiles settled into the seat across from them, sitting sideways in the chair awkwardly as he tried to look nonchalant, "Boyd." He greeted with a nod. "You got the keys?" He questioned, peeking over at the other boy out of the corner of his eye.

Boyd thrust his hand across the table, keychain dangling from between his fingers. Stiles huffed out an excited breath and reached out to grab the proffered item, but Boyd's hand tightened around the keys with raised eyebrows. Stiles pulled at the keys again with a frown, making a small noise as he tried unsuccessfully to tug them out of the other boy's grip.

"This isn't a favor. This is a transaction." Boyd reminded firmly.

"Right, yeah!" Stiles said easily, letting go of the keychain, "Absolutely.."

Amber watched Stiles dig around in the pocket of his zip up sweatshirt and pull out a crinkled twenty dollar bill, slapping it down on the tabletop with a hopeful look.

"I said fifty." Boyd said plainly, eyes flicking up from the bill to Stiles with an unimpressed frown.

"Really?" Stiles asked with a barely perceptible wince, "I, uh- I remember twenty, I don't know. I have a really good verbal memory, and I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive 'twa' sound." He rambled, eyes finally flicking over to Amber, "Twa - nty."

She snorted and brought a hand up to her mouth to cover the laugh.

Boyd didn't look nearly as amused, "I said fifty. With the 'fu' sound. Hear the difference?"

Stiles made a face, "Ah-"

"If you can't-" Boyd continued quickly, "I can demonstrate some other words with the 'fu' sound."

"Uh, no, no, no-" Stiles ceded, lifting his hips from his seat to dig around in the pocket of his jeans, "I think I'm recalling it." He added another bill to stack on top of the twenty on the table, "Maybe I just got it confused with 'fo' - rty." He prompted.

Boyd took a chip from the bag on his tray and put it into his mouth slowly, holding Stiles' gaze with an indifferent expression as he crunched down on it and chewed.

Stiles' hopeful expression faded into a frown as he sulked, "C'mon, man. Have you seen the piece of crap Jeep I drive?"

"Have you seen the piece of crap bus I take?" Boyd countered without pause.

Amber shook her head, "Stiles. You love Roscoe, don't insult him when he can't hear you." She scolded, pulling out a twenty from the pocket of her jeans and adding it to the pile of bills as she turned to face Boyd in her seat, "Boyd. Thank you for loaning us your work keys. You're the best and we really appreciate it." She collected the sixty dollars and pressed the bills into his large hand with a smile.

Boyd smiled for the first time since the interaction began and held out the keys to her easily, dropping them into her hand as he pocketed the money.

"Wh- Can I get the extra ten dollars back?" Stiles asked the other boy as Amber stood from the table.

"No." Boyd told him easily, eating another chip with a satisfied grin.

Amber rounded the table and pulled Stiles up with her hand in his, "Thank you!" She called out to Boyd one final time as she dragged Stiles around to Scott's table.

She pulled him down into the chair beside her as they sat down across from Scott and she released Stiles' hand to pat him on the thigh consolingly while Scott looked between them.

"Did you get 'em?" He asked.

"Got 'em." Stiles confirmed, "And thank you. For completely ruining the surprise by telling Amber the entire plan." He finished with snark.

Scott frowned with a small shrug, "Sorry, man."

Amber hummed, "It's cute that you thought you both could keep a secret from me for a whole day," She leaned onto her elbows on the table and pressed her lips to Stiles' cheek in a quick peck, "Besides, I'm glad I know now, that way I can dress accordingly. Can you imagine if I'd showed up in a skirt or something?" She laughed, reaching forward to grab a french fry off of Scott's plate and plopping it into her mouth.

"Yeah. That would've been terrible.." Stiles muttered, glaring aggressively across the table at Scott. He sighed after a moment and turned his attention on Amber again, "So, I'll pick you up after Scott gets out of work and we'll meet Allison at the rink. Cool?"

"Cool." She agreed, reaching across the table to grab another french fry.

There was a quiet stirring across the lunchroom and the three turned follow the gazes of their classmates where everyone seemed to be watching the doorway as Erica Reyes stepped into the cafeteria, looking decidedly unlike herself.

Where Erica normally wore jeans and a sweatshirt, always baggy and comfortable so that she could hide herself away behind her clothes and untamed blonde hair. Now, she walked through the room confidently in a small leather skirt and a tight, low-cut tank top, towering several inches taller than her normal height with the high heels she had on her feet.

The blonde strutted into the room with a small sultry smile on her red painted lips, pausing at a table at the front of the room and leaning over to snag the untouched apple from an unsuspecting Freshman's tray. She bit into the fruit sensually, wiping the juice from her lips with another flirty grin before standing back upright.

"What." Lydia said suddenly from beside Scott and Stiles, "In the holy hell. Is that."

"It- It's Erica." Amber mumbled through the french fry still dangling from her mouth, eyes wide as she remained focussed on the beautiful blonde across the lunchroom.

Erica chewed the bite of fruit in her mouth with pursed lips before fiddling with the apple in her hands and turning to leave, slowly strutting back out of the cafeteria with a determined sway of her hips.

Scott and Stiles pushed out of their seats as she turned the corner out of sight and Amber scrambled to follow after them. They rushed down the hallway and pushed through the front doors of the school building just as Erica made it to the curb and pulled open the passenger door of a black Camaro.

The blonde looked up at them with a grin as she slid into the car. She and Derek both peered out the window to shoot them matching smiles before the car took off out of the parking lot, tires squealing in their wake.

"May- Maybe it's a coincidence," Amber tried weakly, "Just because she's suddenly insanely hot and knows Derek doesn't necessarily mean-" Her words cut off as she shrunk back under Scott's glare, "Yeah. Yeah, I heard how ridiculous it sounded even while it was coming out of my mouth."

She watched with a sigh as the Camaro pulled out onto the road with another squeal of tires and sped off.

As the lights flicked on to slowly illuminate the ice rink around them, Amber bounced up onto her toes excitedly and bit down on her lip, gripping onto Stiles' hand tight. He turned his head and took in her eager expression with a satisfied smile, tightening his hand around hers momentarily before he dragged her over to look for skates in their sizes.

He released her hand behind the counter as he pulled two pairs from the shelf. He guided her over to the bench just outside of the ice and gestured for her to sit before handing over her ice skates.

When he sat down beside her, Amber knocked her forehead against his softly, her nose brushing against his teasingly for a second before she turned her head and began pulling off her sneakers.

"Wh-" He protested quietly under his breath.

She laughed quietly and bumped their shoulders together as she began pulling on and lacing up her skates. She was quickly to get them secured and once she was finished she looked over to find Stiles still pulling his own onto his socked feet.

She blew out a warm puff of breath into the cool air around them and shivered lightly beneath her long sleeved shirt.

"It's colder in here than I thought it would be." She admitted quietly, watching the way Stiles' long fingers moved as he finished tying his laces.

No sooner had she spoken when he reached down to his backpack, digging around through the contents for a moment before reemerging with a bright, neon orange athletic shirt.

"Here." He offered with a painfully sweet smile, holding the shirt out in offering.

"Stiles, that's really sweet, but.." Her eyes flicked down to the hideous shirt again, "I am not wearing that."

"Wh- But-" He frowned, his eyes flicking from the shirt she was already wearing to the one in his hand, "Blue and orange. It's the colors of the Mets."

Her heart sank at the sound of his dejected voice and she sighed, "That's all you have?"

He pursed his lips and peered into his backpack again, shuffling a few textbooks around, "Oh, oh, wait-" He pulled another wrinkled bundle of fabric from the bottom of the bag and Amber ripped it from his hands in a flash.

She shrugged the dirty flannel on over her own shirt and Stiles immediately reached out and attempted to smooth out some of the creases before he seemed to give up on the impossible task. Looking up at him with a smile, she found his gaze already on her and she couldn't help but flush under his attention with a quiet huff.

Stiles lifted his hand from where he had been pinching the fabric of the flannel in an aborted motion a couple of times before settling his palm over her cheek and leaning in slowly. She sat still as he drew closer and only when his lips ghosted against hers did she finally push forward into his space, joining their mouths together more firmly with a contented sigh.

"Skating!" Scott's voice called out suddenly, jolting the two apart, "This date is for skating! You guys can makeout at home later."

Amber scrunched her nose at her friend in irritation as he passed by before she stood up and reached a hand back toward Stiles blindly, "We will!" She called out petulantly at Scott's retreating back, "A lot!"

Scott and Allison's laughter was loud as they moved to one of the openings to the rink, preparing to go out onto the ice.

"A lot, huh?" Stiles questioned, mouth startlingly close to Amber's ear.

She flinched at the feeling of his warm breath and looked back at him. Her eyes traced slowly over the freckles over his cheeks before determinedly focussing on the warm brown pools of his eyes.

"That was the plan," She revealed with a grin, pulling him toward the ice with wobbly steps as she balanced on the blades of her skates, "Why, do you have any objections?" She asked over her shoulder.

"Nope. No objections. Not a one." He said quickly as he trailed behind her.

She turned to face him and shuffled back, until she was standing with the blades of her skates on the ice while Stiles stood a step beyond the edge of the rink.

"Good." She said quietly, leaning forward until their lips were nearly touching. Her mouth hovered just out of his reach and when he tilted his head forward to catch her lips, she let her skates carry her back a few inches to glide along the ice, "C'mon, Stiles!" She laughed gleefully, "This date is for skating, after all-"

He protested loudly as the distance between them increased and he moved to follow her immediately, stepping onto the ice and kicking off with one foot to rush in her direction. Her eyes widened when she saw him speeding toward her and she squealed quietly just as his arms wrapped around her to pull her into his chest while they continued backwards.

"You're a menace." He scolded as they slowed to a stop.

She giggled and remained in the warmth of his arms for a minute before slipping out of his grip and skating a few feet away with a grin.

"Wait, wait, Amber-" He reached toward her as she slid away.

"Scott!" Allison's voice suddenly yelled in panic.

Amber turned at the sound of the other girl's alarm and only managed to catch a blur of Scott's green shirt before he was colliding with her painfully. They seemed to spin for a long second before falling and the two managed to land with Amber sprawled across Scott's stomach, both of them hitting the ice with a yell of surprise.

"Sorry," Scott apologized weakly, "I don't think I'm very good at this."

Amber pushed up onto her elbows on the ice and looked back at him over her shoulder, "I caught on to that fact, believe it or not."

"Scott!" Allison's voice came again, closer this time.

"I'm okay." Scott promised breathlessly, still laying down flat on his back.

There were hands suddenly at Amber's waist as she tried to push up off of her friend and she glanced back as Stiles hooked his fingers into the belt loops on her jeans to pull her to her feet.

"You looked like you hit your head that time." Allison worried as she helped Scott up.

"What's that, Coach?" Scott asked in feigned confusion.

Amber laughed, allowing herself to be pulled away on her skates by Stiles' hand in hers. He dragged her to the other side of the rink and as they slowed, he released her hand. He turned her to face him head on and carefully guided her to skate backwards until her back hit the wall with a soft thump.

"Hi." She breathed, heart fluttering at the warmth of his chest against hers as he pressed her back into the wall.

"You okay?" He questioned, hand coming up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear as his other tightened incrementally around her hip.

"I'm fine," She couldn't help but whisper in their close proximity, "My hands are really cold now though- From touching the ice."

Stiles leaned back a only few inches but she found herself frowning at the increased space between their bodies as he reached down to take her hands into his. He enveloped her smaller hands in his palms and blew a warm breath into his cupped hands. He pulled in another deep breath before exhaling warm air over their hands once again, eyes flicking back and forth between hers slowly as he breathed heat into her chilled fingers.

"Better?" He asked, still holding her hands between their chests.

She nodded silently, not trusting her voice as her eyes focussed on the soft plushness of his lips. She leaned her weight more heavily against the wall behind her, her head thumping back against the plexiglass with a quiet thud as she looked up at him.

She swallowed, "How, um. How long do you reckon we skate?" She questioned, aiming for casual, "Like.. An hour? Longer?"

He studied her face slowly for a moment before responding, "Yeah, I- Probably like an hour or so. Why?"

"Just," She paused anxiously, "Thinking about the plan for, y'know, after."

"The pla-" He blinked suddenly and looked at her with scrutiny, "The plan we were just talking about? The uh.. The one you just mentioned to Scott?"

She nodded slowly, her heart already picking up in her chest excitedly in anticipation. She peeked around his shoulder and watched Scott nearly fall on his face again as Allison rushed to keep him upright.

Amber leaned her head back against the wall again and looked up at the boy in front of her. She licked her lips in contemplation and Stiles' eyes seemed to track the movement.

"I think Scott and Allison are a little preoccupied with keeping Scott's bones unbroken," She told him slowly, "I, um. I saw a photobooth on our way in if you wanted to maybe go and take a couple pictures."

"Yeah, we can do that." He agreed easily, confused at her apparent nerves.

"I wouldn't mind a couple photo strips of us, y'know, kissing." She continued.

"We can definitely do that." He amended, already grabbing her hand and pulling her along behind him in the direction of where they'd stepped out onto the ice in the first place.

Stiles stumbled the moment he stepped off of the ice and Amber laughed as he continued to drag her toward the picture booth. When they got to the stall, he pulled the curtain to the side and urged her to climb inside first. She slid across the tiny bench seat and looked at him excitedly as he sat down beside her.

"Okay," She grinned, leaning forward and squinting at the buttons surrounding the large camera lens at the front of the space, "So, how do we-"

Two fingers pressed into her jaw, turning her head so that Stiles could cover her mouth with his as his other hand reached around to slam down over the largest button blindly.

He opened his mouth on only the second soft press of their lips and grazed his tongue over her lips softly as the first flash went off behind their closed eyes. Her brain finally caught up and she brought a hand to grip at his neck, his hand falling away from her face to drag her closer by her waist.

The second flash went off.

He tightened his grip around her lower back, hand flattening to spread out over the flannel she was wearing, his fingers pressing into the curve of her spine. She groaned softly against his tongue, her leg instinctively coming up to drape over his knee in the cramped space as she tried to get closer.

There was another click of a flash and it was then that she remembered there were pictures being taken at all. She pulled back just enough that she could gaze at Stiles, her vision slightly blurred from their close proximity. His eyes were still closed, long eyelashes downcast over his cheekbones. He brushed his nose against hers softly just as the final flash lit up the booth.

She leaned back another few inches and he finally cracked his eyes open to look at her in confusion.

"The first set of pictures is over." She told him, licking her lips and feeling a flutter in her stomach when she tasted the remnants of his mouth on her own.

He turned his head toward the camera as if he'd also forgotten it was there, "I guess we should do another one then."

He was reaching toward the button again but she pulled his hand back, "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong?"

"I just, I wanna take a few cute ones first. Before we get too.. Distracted." She explained.

He smiled and nodded, pressing his hand down on the button before wrapping an arm over her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and she bit down on her lower lip against a smile as the flash went off.

She reached for his hand where it was draped around her shoulder to tangle his fingers around the backs of hers, using her new grip to curl his arm tighter around her neck until she could reach to bite down softly on his wrist. The camera flashed just as Stiles looked down at her in mock outrage.

He retaliated quickly, untangling their hands so that he could poke his fingers into her waist beneath her flannel. Her whole body jolted as he started to tickle her sides and her butt came up off of the bench as she squirmed to get away, head thrown back against his shoulder as she laughed loudly.

As soon as the flash went off, he stopped tickling her and chuckled as she breathed heavily in recovery. She tilted her head against his shoulder and peered up at him in adoration. Stiles moved to look down at her to see what she was planning for the next photo to but she leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw and stopped the movement of his head. His smile was soft and pleased smile and his cheek dimpled adorably as the flash lit up the booth again.

He finally tipped his head to look at her and their noses brushed softly. It felt eerily reminiscent of their first — apparently second — kiss the night they'd gotten drunk on Jack Daniels in the woods. Their lips brushed softly but this time instead of panicking, she turned and slotted their lips together easily. She reached up to fist her hand in the front of his sweatshirt and parted her lips against his just enough that she could taste his next exhale as the fifth flash went off.

"One more?" He asked against her mouth, his words slipping into her open mouth intoxicatingly.

"Uh huh." She told him quietly, pulling his lips back down against hers.

She didn't watch, but she heard the quiet slaps of his hand fumbling around for the button before it clicked in indication that he'd managed to find it. His arm wrapped around her waist quickly, his other hand pressing into the wall of the booth behind her as he crowded her back and leaned into her space. When his tongue brushed her lip questioningly, she barely had to think before she was tilting her head and opening her mouth in acceptance.

The first flash went off and the click of it seemed to spur Stiles on, his arm tightening around her back for only a second before he reached down to tug her thigh back over his again, the way it had been in the first set of pictures. She let her knee curve around his lap, her calf draped between his legs as their heads tilted in opposite directions, tongues meeting again and again hungrily.

At the second flash, she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled herself that much closer, nearly in his lap as she straddled just one of his thighs while Stiles slid to the edge of the seat to angle his body toward her in the cramped space. She pulled back just enough that she pulled in his next exhale through her lips. She looked down at his mouth with hooded eyes, fingertips reaching between them to brush over his lips in a light touch just as the camera flashed again.

He retook her mouth with his as soon as the picture snapped and she parted her lips for his tongue immediately, groaning quietly into his mouth. His hand at her waist dipped to grab a handful of her ass through her jeans and she moaned more openly, head falling back from the kiss as her arm tightened around his neck.

The camera flashed over her blissful expression and her mouth was back on his in a frantic rush. Their tongues met between kisses again and she tightened her leg over his thigh as she pulled him closer. Her knee brushed against the growing bulge beneath his jeans as she pulled herself against him and this time it was Stiles whose head dropped back from the kiss. His jaw went slack when her leg pressed firmly against him and it was at that glorious moment that the final flash lit up the booth.

"Sorry." She apologized in a whisper as soon as she realized what she'd done. She loosened her leg from around him and sat beside him again.

He took a deep breath, his hand finally dropping down from the wall behind her head. His fingers combed through her long hair in silent forgiveness and he thunked the side of his head against the back of the booth as he looked over at her.

"Do you wanna go back out and skate?" He asked after a minute looking at her softly and regaining his breath.

"Yeah." She agreed, "Are you.. Good? To go back out?" She asked cautiously, eyes flicking down to his lap in question.

He huffed out a laugh, "I'm about as good as I'm gonna get with you sitting next to me, if I'm being honest. If anything, it'll be easier when we're back out on the ice and it's cold and you're mouth isn't two inches away."

"Who said my mouth won't be two inches away on the ice?" She asked teasingly, leaning closer to brush her lips over his.

"Alright, let's go-" Stiles said, the warmth of his body very suddenly no longer against her.

He stood from the photobooth, extending a hand to help her out that she accepted begrudgingly. Once they stepped out of the stall, Amber's eyes caught on the tiny cubby in the side and the three photo strips that laid inside.

"Oh!" She exclaimed excitedly, reaching for the pictures and pulling them up in front of her face as she examined them closely.

Stiles pressed his chest to her back and peered over her shoulder as she began to flip through the strips.

The first was relatively innocent pictures of them kissing, only able to see the hint of tongues in one or two of them if you looked close enough.

The second made her stomach flutter. They were sickeningly adorable. Snapshots of them pressed close together happily, flirting, laughing — the final picture catching their mouths hovering just a breath away from a kiss.

The third strip was what gave her pause. The first two photos were the two of them kissing hungrily as they pulled one another closer. The third, a small break from the heaviness as it captured Amber's fingertips brushing softly over the softness of Stiles' lips. But the final two pictures were practically softcore porn. Her eyes barely skimmed over photo number four, the way her head had been thrown back in arousal. Instead, her attention was immediately drawn to the final picture. Stiles' head lolled against the wall, lips parted in a silent moan, cheeks visibly flushed, eyes closed — All with his arm still propped up behind Amber's head while she looked at him in awe from only a breath away.

As they studied the third and final set of pictures, Stiles made a small sound into her ear from behind her.

"Dibs!" She said quickly, pressing the third strip to her chest protectively.

"No, no, no," He disagreed instantly, "No way, you can't just call dibs on the hottest one."

"Well, it's too late, because I already did." She grinned in satisfaction.

"And what if I wanted that one?" He asked incredulously.

"If you wanted the hottest one, I guess you should've called dibs or something." She told him easily.

He was on her in a second, arms wrapping around her from behind as he quickly pulled the photostrip in question from her hands and held it above his head where she couldn't reach it.

"Hey, no!" She whined as she spun around to face him, wrapping an arm around his neck and reaching up toward his extended hand in vain, "You can't use your height against me! I called dibs!"

"I'm sorry but I need these pictures for very important personal reasons." Stiles said, trying not to laugh as she attempted to pull herself higher up to reach his hand.

"No way. You don't get to keep them just because you want them as jerk-off material. Maybe I want to jerk off to them, too-" She argued, "Did you ever think of that?"

"That's not what I- Well, okay, yeah- But-" He tried to deny before realizing it was a moot point.

Very suddenly, she stopped trying to get the pictures back and wrapped both of her arms around his neck instead. She remained chest to chest with him, her breasts pressing against him through the thin fabric of his tshirt as she narrowed her eyes.

He made a quiet noise of either arousal or confusion and she moved to drag her nose along the ridge of his jaw, pressing her lips lightly to his skin as she moved further up toward his ear.

"Stiles, please?" She asked softly, lips brushing against the shell of his ear before she dropped to press a couple of soft kisses to the side of his neck.

"Wh- That's not fair. You can't do that." He protested weakly, elbow dropping just slightly where he was holding the photostrip above them.

Her lips dragged back along his jaw, pressing a kiss to his chin and the corner of his mouth before hovering above his lips.

"Can't do what?" She questioned slowly, blinking at him innocently as she licked her lips, her tongue managing to brush lightly over Stiles' own lips as she did so.

He made another pained noise, arm lowering distractedly again, "Can't use sex against me when we haven't done sex-like things yet."

"You're right," She agreed easily, "What if instead, you just let me have the pictures?"

"That doesn't really feel like you're agreeing with me," He laughed against her mouth, "But what if I hold onto them so I can scan them onto my laptop, and then I let you have them?"

She leaned back with a frown, "Scan them? Why didn't you just say that before?" She loosened her arms around his neck and looked at him with less blur obstructing his features.

"If I'd said that before, you wouldn't be clinging on to me quite so desperately." He grinned, letting his arm fall and stuffing the pictures into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Now who's the menace?" She glared at him playfully.

"Hey!" Scott's voice sounded out suddenly from behind her, "Are you guys done in the photobooth? Allison and I want to take some pictures."

Amber turned her head toward where Scott and Allison were making their way over stockingfoot, skates already pulled off.

"All yours, buddy." Stiles assured him, hand dropping onto Amber's hip.

"Sweet!" Scott said excitedly, pulling the curtain open and letting Allison slide in first, "Oh, gross!"

"What?" Amber, Allison, and Stiles all questioned.

"Guys, seriously? It reeks in here." Scott said with a wince.

"I don't smell anything." Allison said in confusion.

"I can't let your wolfy-nose control my whole life, Scott." Amber laughed, "Sorry."

"Ugh," Scott grimaced, "I knew I'd regret you two getting together at some point, I just didn't realize it would be so soon."

"Sorry, man." Stiles shrugged, "You're probably gonna have to get used to it."

Scott frowned and pulled the curtain closed, cutting himself and Allison off from his best friends.

"I seriously don't smell anything," Allison repeated, "Is it that bad?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Scott said quietly.

Amber laughed and released Stiles completely before moving back over toward the ice rink, "You still wanna skate for a few minutes?" She asked, hesitating at the edge.

Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her back onto the ice where they skated a slow lap around the rink with their fingers intertwined. She slowed after a while and skated around him in a circle, stopping at his back. She reached her hands to his waist from behind and locked her fingers into the belt loops at his hips.

"Pull me," She prompted, pressing her face into the soft hood of his sweatshirt.

He chuckled but obeyed her request, skating forward slowly and dragging her along as she stood behind him, pressed to his back. They looped around for a few minutes before she loosened her grip and let herself fall back as Stiles continued forward.

When he noticed the absence of her warmth behind him, he turned on his skates and made his way back over, coming to a stop in front of her. He reached out to fix the collar of her borrowed flannel, pulling it up closer to the cool skin of her neck, and her stomach fluttered at the soft thoughtful gesture.

She fiddled with the long sleeves where they hung down over her palms for a moment before reaching out to stick her hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and skating backwards at a slow speed, pulling him along with her.

He looked at her curiously but didn't question as she continued backward, slowing to a crawl but still moving blindly until her back thumped softly against the plexiglass wall at the edge of the rink.

"What's up?" He asked softly, letting his skates cage her in with his feet on either side of hers.

"Was just thinking." She told him vaguely, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"Oh no," He joked, raising his eyebrows, "That doesn't sound good. What were you thinking about?"

She shrugged casually, "You."

He smiled, "Oh, well that's okay then. What about me?"

"Mm," She hummed noncommittally, "Mostly your mouth."

Stiles tried not to show the slight surprise on his face, "My mouth, huh?" He asked smugly.

"Mhm," She nodded, "A real smart mouth. Very annoying. Always talking absolute shit-"

"Hey!" He said in offense.

"-Instead of kissing me." She finished with a sly smile.

He faltered for a moment. His mouth dropped open as if he had a retort ready before he seemed to think better of it and instead cupped her cheek to bring their lips together.

"Hey, uh, we're gonna head out." Scott's voice called out from the edge of the rink, standing hand in hand with Allison with an infuriatingly smug look on his face.

Amber thumped her head back against the wall for a brief second before grabbing Stiles' hand and skating back over toward their friends.

"We, uh. We're probably gonna head out too." Amber revealed, stepping off of the ice and wobbling slightly on her skates.

Scott nodded, pinching his lips together in a tight, amused line, "Uh huh. I bet you are."

"Yup." She nodded with a laugh, "We are. I just said that." She shoved past her best friend with a hand on his chest as she continued to pull Stiles behind her, "Don't be so smug. It's not like we don't all know exactly what you and Allison are leaving to go do in the privacy of her car."

Allison blushed and Scott's smile shifted into something more soft, "Yeah, okay." He settled, pulling on Allison's hand gently, "See you guys later."

"Later." Stiles and Amber called back.

Amber pulled off her skates and tugged her sneakers back on quickly before looking up at Stiles who appeared to have already done the same.

"So, uh.. Are we- We going to my place?" Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"My brother's home for the night so.." She said slowly.

"Yeah, definitely my place."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"What the hell are we waiting for then?" He asked, grabbing both sets of skates in one arm and snatching her hand with the other, pulling her back toward the front of the building.

She laughed at his eagerness and just managed to grab his backpack from the floor, fighting to keep up with his long strides as they locked up the rink and just about ran to the vehicle.

When they got to the Stilinski house, Stiles' father's cruiser was regrettably already parked in the driveway and Stiles audibly groaned.

"He's worked late every night for the last two weeks but on the night of our first date, he's home by nine? Seriously?" He lamented, slamming the driver's side door of the Jeep shut.

Amber laughed, closing her own door and pulling her duffle bag onto her shoulder before she rounded the Jeep to meet him at the front hood.

"Oh, it'll be fine." She told him, leaning up onto her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips before turning to head inside. When they stepped through the front door, Amber slipped off her sneakers into the small pile of shoes underneath the coat rack. "Hi, Mr. Stilinski." She greeted when she spotted the man watching television on the couch in the living room.

"Hey," He greeted back, "Have you kids seen this movie? It's got the guy from Star-something and Denzel Washington."

"I can't say I have." Stiles told him, peering at the screen as they stepped further into the house.

The Sheriff picked up the remote beside him and squinted at the buttons before he paused the action on the screen, "There's this train and- Well I don't want to give it away, but it's good. I can start it over if you two want to-"

"Oh, uh. Sorry, pops." Stiles said awkwardly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, "We.. Were already gonna watch something else."

"Oh," His dad said quickly, throwing the blanket beside him over the back of the couch, "Do you guys want to watch it down here on the tv? I can finish this tomorr-"

"Actually," Amber interrupted softly this time, "I have the movie downloaded on my computer, so." She patted her hand against her laptopless duffle bag, "We'll have to watch it on there anyway. You can finish your movie on the tv."

Stiles dropped his hand heavily onto her shoulder in relief and nodded in enthusiastic agreement, "Yup! So, we'll be watching a movie up there, and you can watch your train movie down here." He repeated again unnecessarily, "Cool. Right, so. Let's go."

His hand wrapped around Amber's wrist in a firm grip and he pulled her around the corner and up the stairs before she could say another word. They stumbled through the door to his bedroom and Amber dropped her duffle bag down onto the ground beside the bookshelf.

She gnawed on her lower lip, suddenly anxious, and her fingers picked at the soft edges of the flannel sleeves hanging down over her hands as Stiles threw the door shut with just a touch too much enthusiasm considering how loud the resulting slam was.

"Oops." He said simply, eyes focussed intently on the girl in front of him as he swallowed nervously.

They both seemed to take a deep, grounding breath at the same time and when their exhales lined up in a loud huff of air in the quiet room, they laughed quietly.

"Why is this suddenly, like, nerve-wrackingly awkward?" She questioned.

"Do- would you rather put on an actual movie or something?" He asked immediately, "I can set up my laptop and-"

She stepped forward in a quick movement, "No, no, I still want to- Not watch a movie." She assured him, licking her lips with a nervous laugh, "I'm just not sure how to.. Start."

He smiled in relief and stepped closer, his hand sliding along the side of her neck softly. His brown eyes flicked back and forth between hers attentively as he leaned closer, giving her plenty of time to pull back if she'd wanted to. When their mouths met, it was like her nerves finally fell away and she threw herself into the kiss fervently.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and she drew herself up against him as they kissed. He continued to hold her neck gently, thumb skirting up to brush under her jaw through the blur of their mouths separating and meeting again tenderly.

Neither one of them even noticed that they'd been moving in slow steps until the backs of Stiles' legs bumped against the edge of the bed. He pulled back slightly from the kiss to look behind him before looking back up at her questioningly.

"Should we-?"

"Yeah." She nodded immediately, pushing gently at his chest until he complied.

He climbed back and sat with his legs out in front of him in the center of the bed and she paused to take him in for a moment before Stiles laughed and held his hand out in offering. She accepted and quickly crawled across the blankets to straddle his knees awkwardly, unsure how close she was meant to get or how quickly she was meant to do it.

Stiles didn't seem to notice her nerves and instead leaned forward in a smooth movement and brought their lips back together with his right hand firmly cupping the left side of her face. She moved to kneel further up around his legs until she settled over the tops of his thighs, gripping onto his shoulders as she tilted her head to meet his lips in another kiss.

She opened her mouth against his and his own lips parted quickly to slip his tongue through the opening to slide against hers. She groaned quietly into his mouth at the taste of him and pushed at his shoulders to lay him back against the mattress.

As he settled onto his back, he shuffled slightly against the bed to get into a comfortable position and she was jostled until she was left straddling his waist. She pulled back from the kiss for just a moment, already feeling warmth pricking beneath her skin. He looked up at her curiously while she slipped out of the flannel she had on over her long sleeved shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed. He followed suit and leaned up to pull his zip-up off, rolling it into a ball and throwing it behind her before quickly laying back down.

He brought a hand up to her face again and pulled her down to recapture her lips. His left hand went to her waist and as their tongues brushed hotly again, his forearm tightened around her lower back and pulled her down against him, the seam of her jeans pressing up against her clit to send a sharp pang ecstasy down her spine. She gasped lightly against his mouth and rocked her hips back down against his without any further encouragement.

They both released quiet, hungry noises into one another's mouths at the friction between them and she continued the slow roll of her hips through open-mouthed kisses. On a particularly rough brush of the seam of her jeans against her underwear, she tightened her fingers around the backs of his shoulders and sighed against his mouth. She ground her hips down again and again as she tried to replicate the motion.

An indiscernible amount of time passed, their mouths and tongues meeting, her hips rolling down against him. She felt herself growing increasingly hot from both arousal and exertion but didn't stop, couldn't stop, her groin grinding down almost unconsciously as they continued to trade passionate kisses.

Stiles dropped his left arm from her back to gripped supportively at her hip instead, fingertips digging in as he followed the movements of her body against him. His right thumb brushed over her cheek the next time her lips parted and he tilted his chin up to meet her mouth that much more firmly, hunger evident in his kiss.

The next time she ground down in a slow roll of her hips, he groaned into her mouth and the needy noise sent a sharp spark of arousal straight between her thighs. She kissed him again and rolled her hips down against his just a touch harder in an attempt to get the friction she was desperately craving beneath her own jeans. As she ground down, he moaned again, high in the back of his throat, and his body tensed beneath her, his hand left tightening on her hip as his mouth fell slack under hers.

She pulled back from the kiss, her lips hovering a breath away from his as her gaze raked over his face. His eyes were pinched shut and he huffed out a sharp breath from his open mouth while he tugged desperately at her waist again, pulling her down against him as his hips lifted from the mattress to press up into her.

He made another soft noise, his whole body jerking once more, and she could do little more than simply look down at him in awe. She was nearly sure if she looked down between them, she'd find a wet patch at the front of his jeans and she was thrilled. Amazed. She'd never been more proud of an accomplishment in her entire life.

She slid a hand from his shoulder to rest along his sharp jaw, her thumb rubbing softly over his flushed cheek. Stiles was so beautiful. He was handsome, sure. But he was also so unbelievably beautiful.

Her eyes mapped his face slowly. They traced over the light splotches of pink currently coloring his cheeks, the long length of his dark eye lashes, the plush cupid's bow of his upper lip, the perfect slope of his nose.

She silently allowed him to recover, watching him take in shaky breaths for a long minute before he spoke.

"Oh god." He finally groaned, dropping his right hand from her cheek and pushing his head as far back into the mattress beneath him as he could, like he could somehow sink into it and disappear, "No, no, no, no, I can't believe I just did that. Oh god-"

His sudden reaction surprised her, "Stiles. Hey, what's wrong?" She asked worriedly, hand still cupping his face gently.

"Wha- I just-" A whine crawled up his throat in embarrassment, eyes still pinched shut, "Fuck! I actually have you in my bed and I just- I came. In my pants."

"Why is that a bad thing?" She whispered cautiously, sliding her hand to the back of his neck and gently scraping her blunt fingernails into the buzzed hair at the base of his skull.

"Why is it-" Stiles stuttered, "Are you joking? This is so embarrassing- I- I'm actually gonna die. I'm gonna die of- Of embarrassment. I can't-"

Her anxious heartbeat settled in her chest, "Stiles," She interrupted, "Will you look at me? Please?"

He scrunched his face up tightly, like he didn't really want to obey her request, but he slowly did it anyway. His eyes fluttered open and she looked between the warm whiskey pools slowly.

"Stiles?" She whispered into the narrow sliver of space between their faces.

"Yeah?" He asked dejectedly.

She leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to hover over him again, "That." She started seriously, "Was. Insanely. Hot." She pressed her lips to his in quick kisses for emphasis between each word.

"Me? Jizzing in my pants?" He clarified in disbelief.

She nodded slowly, "Stiles. Literally nothing has ever turned me on more than what just happened." She admitted quietly.

He continued to look up at her in disbelief for a moment before he was reaching up to cup the back of her head and pulling her mouth down against his, their lips slotting back together seamlessly. She couldn't help the small unconscious grind of her hips against his and he pulled back from her with a deep breath.

"As much as I don't want to leave the position we're currently in. Like, ever-" He started, dropping to rest both of his hands back over her hips again, "I need just, like, thirty seconds tops-"

"What for?" She questioned.

"I really need to change my pants." He admitted with a wince.

She rolled off of him quickly, "Oh god, yeah. Of course you do. Sorry."

He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, "Just- Close your eyes? Give me half a sec-"

She reached up to cover her eyes immediately, readjusting from sitting back on her knees to sit criss-cross on the mattress. She listened to the sounds of him shuffling around the room, likely removing his pants and digging around in the dresser to find something else to wear.

It was only a few more seconds before she was blindly tackled onto her back on the bed, landing with a squeak of surprise underneath Stiles' body. She removed her hands from her eyes and looked up in the newly darkened room to see him grinning down at her, his cheeks dimpling with his smile.

She laughed, "I wouldn't have minded a little bit of warning."

He grinned wider, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, "Sor-"

"Stiles!" They both flinched in surprise as Sheriff Stilinski's voice called out from the other side of the closed bedroom door, "Amber! I'm heading to bed!"

"'Kay, dad-" Stiles called out wide eyed.

"Good Night-" Amber called out weakly.

The sound of his dad's footsteps retreating down the hall faded slowly before the Sheriff's bedroom door clicked shut and they both let out a breath.

Amber's gaze dropped to Stiles' attire and she shifted on the bed nervously. The same black tshirt he'd been wearing all day stretched across his shoulders, he'd removed his jeans and changed his boxers, but he hadn't bothered with any sort of pants to go over them.

His weight dropped against her a bit more and his fingers brushed a strand of hair back out of her face in the dark, "On a scale of one to ten, how much did that interruption just turn you off?" He asked with a dejected sigh.

"Um," She focused on the heavy warmth of his weight settled on top of her and she took a breath before responding, "Not much, to be honest. Maybe only two."

"Two?" He repeated, sounding relieved, "Great! Cool, okay-"

His eyes flicked slowly between hers before he leaned down to press their mouths together again. He rested a hand over her hip, the fabric of her shirt bunching up as his fingers dragged against the bare skin of her abdomen. Her stomach fluttered and she reached up to the back of his neck to pull him closer, spreading her legs and allowing him to settle in between them on his knees.

His left hand slipped a little bit further beneath her shirt to simply rest along her ribcage and the gentle caress of his fingers over her skin had excitement twisting in her gut as they kissed. The movement of his hand only paused for a few seconds before he cautiously inched it up a bit more, the tips of his fingers brushing the underwire of her bra.

"This okay?" He questioned against her lips.

She lifted her free hand up from the bed and brought her fingers to gently encircle his elbow before guiding him up another few inches in silent consent. His hand cupped her breast over the thin cotton of her bra, the feeling entirely new and thrilling for the both of them, and it had them both huffing out a quiet breath into the space between their mouths.

He tightened the fingers of his left hand experimentally, squeezing her breast in a soft grip, and her back arched on reflex as she pressed up into his hand. His mouth captured hers again and he readjusted his hand to brush his thumb over the soft skin at the top of her bra.

When he parted from the kiss to take a breath after a few minutes, he let his right hand trail in the opposite direction until his knuckles dragged over the waistband of her jeans. Her stomach tightened in nervous anticipation and she opened her eyes to find Stiles already looking down at her in the dark.

"Is it okay If I-?" He questioned softly, his fingertips skating distractingly against the sensitive skin of her bare stomach.

She took a nervous breath and nodded, "Yeah."

He pulled back a fraction to look down at her pants in the dark and his left hand retreated from her chest as his fingers moved pinch at the top of the denim. After a few seconds watching him fumble, Amber reached down, her fingers brushing over his as she undid the button herself.

Once her jeans were open, they both paused for a moment before Stiles was jumping back into action, tugging at the material and easing it down a few inches. She lifted her hips from the mattress and helped him slide her pants down until the jeans were tossed in a heap on the floor beside the bed.

Once they were gone, his attention seemed to get stuck on her underwear-clad lower half and she pushed up onto her elbows anxiously. She saw the moment that his eyes caught on the place where Kate had dragged a sharp blade into the flesh of her lower stomach. He reached his right hand out to rest on her left hip once again and his thumb traced lightly over the fresh pink scar across the side of her abdomen, his touch gentle and brimming with care.

She watched him stroke his thumb back and forth over her skin and she took a slow breath as she fought to work up some nerve. She exhaled in a slow puff through her lips and finally sat up just enough that she could tug her rucked up shirt over her head entirely. The action seemed to draw his attention upward and he stared at her in the dimly lit room for a long moment, eyes now stuck on her bra-clad chest.

"They match." He observed quietly, licking his lips as his eyes trailed over her nearly naked body, gaze flicking back and forth as if he couldn't decide which article of her underwear he wanted to look at more.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous and assume that something would happen after the date, but also.. I- I was really hoping something would happen after the date." She admitted, squirming and looking down at the matching dark green pieces nervously.

"It's- You look.." He blew out a breath and nodded to himself, the compliment left unfinished as his eyes continued to trace the curves of her breasts.

"The silent staring is kind of making me nervous." She admitted quietly, readjusting to lean back onto her elbows.

"Sorry." He said quickly, leaning over her to give her a quick apologetic kiss.

Before he could pull away again, she dropped onto her back and reached up to hold his face to hers, kissing him harder. He met her efforts halfway and settled between her legs again as their mouths moved against one another in an easy, already nearly perfected rhythm.

It was only another couple of minutes of trading deep kisses before his hand made the slow trail back down her body. The gentle caress as he dragged it lower had her cunt clenching with nervous excitement. His hand continued on past her belly and skimmed against the thin fabric of her underwear this time. When his fingertips hooked lightly beneath the waistband, her hips reflexively lifted up off of the mattress toward him, her mouth falling away from the kiss distractedly.

His lips brushed featherlight over hers due to their close proximity, not quite firm enough to be an actual kiss, as his hand dove just a little bit deeper into her underwear. She let out a quiet noise as his fingers moved lower and traced over her softly, applying only the lightest bit of pressure as he curiously touched her. She felt him let out a soft breath over her mouth in what she assumed to be nervousness just before his two of his fingers pressed a touch more firmly and slipped down between her open thighs.

When the action caused his fingers to spread her wet folds, she released another soft whine against his mouth. The noise seemed to spur him on and the next second, one of his long fingers was entering her slowly. She moaned just a little bit louder as his finger moved in and out in a slow, exploratory motion.

"Shh," He hushed softly against her lips, "You're gonna have to be quieter than that."

She nodded against the mattress, "Sorry." She said breathlessly against his lips, nose brushing against his as she tipped her chin to peck him on the mouth.

He began to thrust his finger in and out just a little bit deeper as his eyes flicked between hers, "This okay?"

"Mhm," She agreed quietly, lifting her hips again to better the angle of his hand, "Maybe, could you- Two?"

He didn't respond verbally but another finger quickly slipped in alongside the first. She gasped quietly at the thickness of his knuckles dragging against her walls and slid her hands around to the back of his neck. He thrust his fingers in and out in a slow motion and she brought his lips back down against hers desperately.

He continued fucking into her, the thickness and depth of his fingers both so much more — so much better — than her own.

Eventually, she pulled her mouth from his to take a deep breath. It felt amazing, incredible, but she couldn't help the pang in her gut that insisted she needed something more.

"C'you just-" She took a slow breath, "C'you curl your fingers, like, up and-"

Stiles followed her instruction before she could even finish the request, her words cutting off as he immediately managed to find the spot she'd been indicating. She moaned quietly at the feeling of the pads of his fingers pressing against the soft bundle of nerves inside of her and her hand slipped from his neck to his shoulder to grip onto him tightly.

"God." She whispered when he curled his fingers tighter, pressing against the spot inside of her just a bit more confidently, "Just- Just keep.. rubbing, like-" He began to rub the pads of his fingers against the spot in a slow come-hither motion and she arched her back as she took a gasping breath, "Yeah. Like that. You're- 's really good. You're excellent at.. Following directions. A Plus."

Stiles huffed a quiet laugh at her rambling and moved to kiss her again as he skillfully continued the motion of his fingers inside of her. The change in angle as he leaned forward to capture her mouth had his hand cupping her cunt tight beneath her underwear. As he continued to finger her, the addition of the pressure of his palm now dragging against her clit had her thighs beginning to shake as she edged toward an orgasm already.

"Oh, my god-" She murmured quietly against his lips, "I'm- Please don't change anything I'm-"

He did as he was instructed again, attentively and deliberately continuing to do exactly what he was doing. The friction of his palm rubbing against her clit while he relentlessly massaged the same bundle of nerves from inside of her had her face growing hot as a slow fog crept into her head.

She unintentionally let out another desperate noise and Stiles reached up to press the palm of his free hand lightly over her mouth as he shushed her again. The pressure of his hand covering her mouth made her release another small muffled moan against his palm.

"You okay if I keep my hand here?" He asked apprehensively, his eyes flicking between hers before dropping to the hand pressed over her mouth, his other hand continuing to finger-fuck her diligently.

She pursed her lips against the inside of his hand, nearly positive that she'd never been so turned on, not a day in her entire life.

She took in a shaky breath through her nose before nodding silently. She was so close she felt as if her vision was beginning to blur at the edges, her thighs beginning to tremble with her steadily building climax.

Stiles flexed the hand inside of her — for just a moment — to lessen the sore cramping from the repetitive motion of his fingers, resuming only a second later. And instead of ruining the progress toward her climax, the pressure of his palm pressing back down over her clit when he started up again sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her hand slipped down his back and she raked her hands over the fabric of his shirt desperately as her head fell back in pleasure. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth went slack with a soft, drawn out moan beneath the palm of his left hand. Her hips twitched with each slow wave of the orgasm, continuing on and on when he didn't slow the caress of his fingers the way that she would have if she'd been pleasuring herself.

The hand over her mouth loosened cautiously before sliding to cup her cheek and she gasped a deep breath, her head clearing slightly at the tail end of the extraordinarily long orgasm.

"Okay," She whispered quietly, her body jerking again at the motion his fingers were still making inside of her. She couldn't hold back another quiet whine, "Okay that's-"

She reached down to gently tug at his arm until he got the message and withdrew his fingers. He slowly slipped them out of her underwear entirely and hesitated for a moment before resting his slick hand over her hip and squeezing softly.

Her breathing was heavy, her ears filled with a distant quiet ringing from the sheer strength of her orgasm, and Stiles was looking at her in the dark, his eyes raking over her flushed face in a slow motion.

"God." She whispered, looking up at him in disbelief, "That was-"

He blinked, as if he wasn't one hundred percent sure that she was going to say something positive, and she reached up to pull his mouth down against hers in a bruising kiss. She deepened it after only a few seconds, brushing her tongue across his languidly a couple of times before falling back to rest her head against the mattress again.

"I guess it was okay?" He asked with a nervous grin as he looked down at her again, "Because I've never- I mean, I guess that was kind of obvious, right?"

She slid a hand to cup his neck softly, "I- It's never-" She started in a whisper, the ringing in her ears finally fading out until she could barely hear it, "And then you- It just kept going and- Stiles, I- I'm being so serious right now-"

He interrupted her incoherent rambling by leaning down to kiss her again, brushing a lock of her hair back and tucking it behind her ear softly. He quickly deepened the kiss and her arms wound tight around the back of his neck yet again.

Their tongues brushed languidly for a while before she began to feel the tingling heat of arousal building up inside of her again. Without really thinking, she brought her leg up to wrap around the back of his thighs to pull him against her and he tumbled down clumsily. Each of them made a surprised noise of pleasure into the other's mouth when the hard line of his clothed cock pressed against her.

His mouth opened back up against hers hungrily with their next kiss and she used the leverage granted by her leg wrapped around him to lift her hips from the mattress. Another quiet sound escaped both of them as she began to eagerly grind herself up against his erection. At the obvious encouragement, Stiles readjusted more comfortably and rolled his hips down against her.

She quickly moved to wrap both of her legs around him, her thighs spreading further with the action, and on the next roll of his hips, the firm line of his cock rubbed against her clit over her underwear. It was quite possibly the best thing that she'd ever felt and she found herself meeting each of his movements halfway.

He continued to rut against her, forearms braced on either side of her head, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. Her body flushed with heat with the slow build of her second orgasm and she tightened her arms around his shoulders as she separated their mouths.

"That feels. So good." She said quietly, gasping on his next soft grind against her clit.

"I don't wanna come in my pants again but, also-" He rolled his hips down again and again, "'M definitely gonna come in my pants again." He admitted with a soft groan.

"Don't worry-" She gently maneuvered herself until she could press her mouth to the side of his throat in a biting kiss, "Me too."

He groaned again — the pitch of it higher and more desperate and all the more intoxicating — while she continued to kiss at his neck wetly, "Is that, like. Y're gonna come soon, or-" His knees slipped against the bed and his hips rocked that much harder against her, "'Cause 'm gonna come like- Like, really soon-"

Her whole body was overheated, prickling and buzzing of her building climax growing stronger with every firm drag of his cock against her clothed clit, but she knew she wasn't nearly there yet — not like he was. She brushed her lips along his neck in a few more gentle kisses as he ground down in a shaky rhythm.

"Sti, 's okay." She assured him after a moment, words muffled against his throat.

He turned his head and groaned a soft, distressed noise into her hair, "But I don't- I want you to-"

"Hey," She said softly, dropping her head back down against the mattress beneath him. Her lips brushed against his as she continued, "It's okay."

She took his head in her hands softly, her fingertips digging into the short hair behind his ears while she ran her thumbs along his cheekbones. She pressed her lips to his again in a soft peck, feeling it when his hips faltered slightly in their rhythmic movements.

He groaned again quietly, "I- I wanna make you-" He started.

"You can make me come after," She promised softly, "Seriously, 's okay. Come." She kissed him again but frowned when she pulled back slightly to see his face scrunched up like he was desperately trying to do the opposite. "Mieczysław," She murmured against his lips, with the intent of catching him off guard.

She smiled in satisfaction when his eyes flew open to looked down at her in surprise.

"Just let go." She encouraged gently.

"Shit." He dropped his forehead against hers on the next irregular roll of his hips, "So hot. Y're so hot." He pressed a hard kiss to her lips, "Will you- C'n you say it again?" He asked against her mouth, words muffled.

"Come?" She asked softly, her eyes flicking between his in question, "I- Let go?"

"No, no." He shook his head, his face somehow managing to flush a darker tinge of pink, "Shit. C'n you- Just.. Say my n-"

"Mieczysław?" She asked quietly. Stiles groaned again and his hips stuttered against her intoxicatingly, "C'mon, Mieczysław, 's okay." She whispered softly against his lips, her confidence growing when she saw the borderline painful look of bliss on his face. The next time he rutted against her, the head of his cock rubbed against her clit dead on and she gasped in surprise at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her, the name already on the tip of her tongue, "Mieczysław." She moaned quietly this time.

"Holy, god." He groaned in response.

"Feels so good," She breathed softly into the small space between their mouths. On the next roll of his hips, he managed to hit the same spot again by what had to have been pure luck, his tip catching on her clit once again, "Meesch-" A sharp gasp cut her off, "Mieczysław." She tried again, the name rolling from her tongue in a quiet whine.

His hips stuttered against her, mouth falling against hers in a slackened press of lips as his body tensed and jerked above her. She tightened her legs around his backside and rolled her hips on the mattress, grinding up against his cock to make up for his lack of movement. She felt it twitch through the thin fabric between them as he came in his boxers, a hot wet patch forming in the fabric pressed against her cunt. She continued to rut against him as he rode out his orgasm, the waves of it obvious each time his hips stuttered as she kissed him softly.

He dropped his head to her collarbone, panting hot, labored breaths over her skin as he recovered. Unwinding her legs from him slowly, her legs bent and bracketed his hips. She slid her hands down to his neck, fingertips running softly up and down his shoulders and back as his breathing slowed.

After a minute, she felt Stiles rub his forehead against her shoulder before he tilted his head to press gentle kisses to the curve of her neck. He leaned up onto his elbow and dragged his mouth in a slow trail along the sensitive skin, his right hand drifting to rest along her ribcage, thumb rubbing gently at her breast through the cotton of her bra. His tongue came out to brush a spot on the side of her throat on an open mouthed kiss and her hands tightened unconsciously over his tshirt where she'd been rubbing at his shoulders.

"Think I might have a thing for my neck being kissed." She admitted breathlessly, tipping her head to the side to allow him better access.

"Yeah?" He mumbled in question against her skin, scraping his teeth lightly but not biting down.

"Yeah," She affirmed, "Which is really unfortunate because I think hickeys are-" She paused to gasp when he bit down on a small patch of skin and sucked, hard. "Tacky. I-I think hickeys are really tacky." She finished.

"Oh." He laughed into her neck, kissing the skin he'd been abusing softly in apology, "Sorry 'bout that then. Won't do any more."

"The kissing though, the kissing's really good-" She commented, closing her eyes and tipping her head again when he moved to the other side of her neck. He ran his nose softly up her throat as he peppered hot kisses to the newly exposed skin. "Definitely approve of the kissing." She breathed.

The hand at her ribcage drifted lower, until his thumb was teasing at the waistband of her underwear once again, hooking beneath the elastic and tugging gently.

"How do you- D'you want me to finger you again or-" He murmured between kisses to her neck.

She groaned quietly, "Hearing you say it like that 's hot," She cut in, "Like, really, insanely hot." She repeated. His warm tongue came out to lick at a spot under her jaw and her hands fisted the back of his shirt tightly, "So hot." She breathed out.

"You didn't actually answer the question." He told her, pulling back to look down at her with a grin.

"Right." She realized, licking her lips in thought, "Um, okay. It seriously won't take long. If you just-"

He shook his head, "I don't- I don't care how long it takes-" He interjected seriously.

"Hush," She scolded softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, "'M tryin' to tell you how to make me come again."

"Carry on." He said quickly.

She dropped her arms from his back and reached her left hand to guide his right one beneath her underwear again. He let out a small breath over her lips and swallowed, eyes flicking between hers as she directed the placement of his fingers over her clit.

"So just- Y'know, right here?" She directed softly, taking a shaky breath as his fingertips came into contact with the small bundle of nerves. She fumbled for how to explain verbally something she'd only ever done to herself, "You don't need to really apply much pressure, just-"

She guided his index and middle finger to press down lightly and moved their hands in a slow motion, his fingers slipping with smooth movements in the slick of her arousal. She waited a few seconds, until she was sure he'd caught on, before removing her hand with a shaky sigh as his fingertips rubbed softly against her clit.

The orgasm she'd been building up a few minutes prior began to re-emerge even quicker than she'd anticipated. As he settled into an easy rhythm, her head fell back and her eyes drifted shut, letting out a long, shaky breath of air.

She could already feel the heat of her climax building in her gut, the familiar tightness in her spine twisting further, and she pinched her eyes shut tighter as the soft fuzz in her brain continued to cloud between heavy breaths.

"You're quieter like this." Stiles commented softly, lowering his head to kiss at her neck again. He moved carefully as he tried not to disrupt the placement of his fingers as he circled the sensitive nub beneath her underwear gently.

"It's easier-" She told him breathlessly, "'S easier when there's just one thing to focus on. When there's something inside it's-"

He mouthed at her neck and her thigh muscles flexed with how wide she had her legs spread beneath him. She gasped quietly and fought to remember what she'd been talking about.

"Overwhelming." She finally finished after a long minute, brain hazy.

The tongue tracing a pattern along her throat trailed up higher as his fingers slipped and swirled around her clit lightly and something inside of her snapped. She choked on a gasp as her orgasm rushed over her in a sudden wave. Her back arched up from the bed, pressing Stiles' face into her neck more firmly with the movement.

The second climax faded more quickly than the first and as soon as her brain cleared, she guided his lips up to hers with her fingers pressed into his jaw. His fingers were still moving in slow, smooth strokes through the wetness between her folds and her hips jerked spastically at the continued stimulation.

"Jesus, Sti, that-" She whispered, body twitching again as she reached down to dislodge his hand gently, "That's- 'm good."

He dropped his hand beside her head and blinked down at her, eyes flicking between hers slowly in the dimlylit room, "Oh, I didn't realize you.. Sorry."

She pressed her lips to his softly, "Don't apologize."

She watched his eyes drop down to the left side of her neck before he grinned at her, "So, no hickeys in the future?"

"Oh god. I have one now though, don't I?" She groaned.

He nodded, leaning down to press his mouth to a spot that she couldn't see, but she felt the way it stung sharply at the light pressure, "Won' happen again." He promised against her skin, kissing it once more before moving back to kiss her on the lips again, "But I will be kissing your neck any and every opportunity I get."

"Somehow, I think I can live with that." She laughed quietly. She bit down softly on her lower lip in deliberation as she looked up at him, "So.." She started slowly, "Mieczysław-"

He groaned in embarrassment and dropped his head against her chest.

"Hey, no, don't do that." She pleaded, reaching up to run her fingers over the softness of his short hair, "I just wanted to be sure, I mean.. That- That's something you like?"

His head rolled to the side but remained laying against her sternum as he spoke, "To be completely honest I didn't really realize it was something I liked 'til you said it. I mean, I probably should've realized it. My dick, like, literally twitched in my pants when you said it in the principal's office yesterday-"

She snorted a laugh, "I'm sorry, what?"

He pushed back up onto his elbows and narrowed his eyes down at her, "Okay, that is not that weird."

"I never said it was weird. I just- I'm surprised. I didn't realize me just saying it could have such a strong effect on you." She grinned in amusement.

"I mean, my dick also twitches like almost every morning when I see you for the first time." He said easily.

Her eyes flicked over his face slowly, "What? Are you being serious?" She asked cautiously.

"Of course I'm serious," He defended, "Dicks kinda do that. I'm pretty sure I've gotten a semi from a good batch of curly fries."

"Dicks are that easy?"

"They're that easy," He agreed with a chuckle, "I'm literally resting in a damp patch of come right now in my shorts and.." He pushed up and looked down at the small space between their bodies, "Yep. Definitely not outta commission."

"Well," She licked her lips, "It's good to know you have a good refractory period. Y'know. For future reference."

He groaned, "Don't say that or I'm really gonna get hard again."

She grinned, "Sorry."

He shook his head and leaned down to press a kiss of forgiveness to her lips with a smile of his own, "Change into pajamas and then bed?" He asked against her lips.

"Pajamas and then bed." She agreed easily, heart fluttering contentedly in her chest as his mouth captured hers in one final, lingering kiss.

The next night, Lydia picked through the small basket containing Amber's nail polish collection disapprovingly while a trashy television show played unwatched in the background.

"If the impressive hickey on your neck is any indication, I'd say your date went pretty well last night." Lydia stated slowly, attempting to sound bored but very clearly interested.

"My god," Amber started simply, pausing the motions of where she'd been painting her fingernails to throw her head back against the couch, "Lydia."

"Is that a, what do I do, the guy I'm in love with is awful in bed 'my god' or a Stilinski is secretly a sex god 'my god'?" Lydia questioned.

"I don't even know," Amber sighed, continuing quickly when Lydia shot her a sharp look, "I mean, it was seriously so.. He's so hot. And so, like, attentive? And hot. And he takes direction really well and his fingers. Lyds. He's so-"

"If the next word out of your mouth is 'hot', I'm leaving." The other girl threatened.

Amber held up her hands in surrender and sat back up to resume painting her nails, "It was very, very good. That's all I'm saying."

Lydia huffed suddenly, "Where is that pretty pink color you were wearing a couple weeks ago?" She asked, still furiously digging through the tiny bottles of nail polish.

Amber paused where she was finishing painting nude color over her own nails and frowned in thought, "Um, maybe it's in the cupboard in the downstairs bathroom?" She pondered aloud.

Lydia sighed woefully and stood from the couch, heading down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Amber finished touching up her nails and recapped the nail polish before dropping it into the basket with the rest of her collection. She blew a puff of air over the wet paint in an attempt to get them to dry faster when there was a familiar, ear-piercing scream from down the hallway.

She stumbled as she stood from the couch, legs tanging frustratingly in the throw blanket for a moment before she managed to kick herself free and run down the hall. When she pushed into the bathroom, Lydia was still screaming in horror, arms wrapped around her head protectively as she stood next to the open bathroom window.

"What?! Lydia!" Amber yelled, pulling her friend away from the window to look her up and down for any sort of injury, "Lydia, what-"

Her screams finally faded and Lydia pointed to the window with tears in her eyes, "He was there, again." The redhead whispered fearfully, "I saw him again. Amber, I swear to god he was right there."

"Who?" She asked quickly, looking back over her shoulder and out the window anxiously for a second, "Who was it?"

"Peter Hale." Lydia whispered, avoiding her gaze and instead focussing on a freckle on Amber's shoulder.

"Pete- Peter Hale?" She repeated slowly in confusion, "Peter Hale was outside?"

Lydia nodded, "But I don't know if it was really him." She admitted in a hushed voice, "He-he was twitching and thrashing around like he was seizing or something and- And when I saw him before his skin was burned and repulsive, but.. But this time he looked perfectly normal. And- I swear it must've been him at school yesterday-"

"You saw him at school?" Amber interrupted frantically.

"He led us to the trophy case," Lydia said, finally looking up at the brunette in confusion, "You were right behind me when we were following him."

Amber shook her head, "Lydia, I was only following you. There- there wasn't anybody else in the hallway."

Lydia's lower lip trembled, "I am not crazy."

Amber firmly gripped Lydia's shoulders beneath her hands, "I don't think you're crazy, okay?"

"But you think I'm seeing things- Things that aren't there." Lydia stated.

"I- I think that trauma does crazy things to us." Amber said slowly, "Especially when we bottle it up, and push it down, and avoid talking about it at all costs." She finished pointedly.

Lydia nodded, jaw clenched, "I-"

"Peter Hale is dead," Amber promised, "He's dead, alright? He can never hurt you again."

Lydia nodded once more and when her lip quivered again, Amber pulled her into a tight hug. The brunette wasn't expecting the embrace to be returned, but Lydia's arms came up quickly to wrap around her and she buried her face in her friend's neck as she began to cry.

"He can't hurt you." Amber promised again quietly, words muffled in Lydia's long hair, "He's dead. He can't hurt you, and I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

A week passed without further incident from Lydia, Derek's new pack, or the mysterious tailed creature that Scott and Allison had seen on the night of the full moon. Amber had tried to call Derek nearly a dozen times, but the number she had saved for him could no longer be accessed, greeting her with an obnoxious error message every time she tried to call.

At school the following Monday, she headed down the hallway on a mission. Scott had mentioned that he planned to confront Erica about Derek's future plans for his pack, but Amber hoped that she might be more successful getting information out of the other girl on her own.

She came to a stop just behind the blonde where she was standing at her locker fixing her lipgloss. Amber narrowed her eyes at the back of the werewolf's head as she tried to psych herself up to confront her.

Erica seemed to sense her presence after only a second and she turned around to look at Amber with a coy grin.

"Who's next?" Amber asked her, "I just know Derek's gonna change at least three, right? So who is it gonna be?"

Erica hummed a quiet laugh and closed her locker door before crossing the hallway, focussing on Amber with an eerily hungry look in her eyes. She backed the brunette into the wall on the other side of the hallway as she spoke in a soft, enticing voice.

"Why does there have to be someone else when we could have you?" Erica asked, batting her eyes innocently, "I know Derek wants you to join us. You could, you know." She said softly, bringing her arms up to the wall on either side of Amber's head and effectively caging her in.

"C'mon, Erica. Seriously, who does he have in mind?" She reiterated, trying intently to not focus on the close proximity of the werewolf to herself.

"Hm," Erica hummed, "Did you know, I never knew what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online?"

"I'm sorry. They shouldn't've done that." Amber said earnestly, unsure where exactly the blonde was going with the story.

"It happened during class," Erica continued, "I started seizing at my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until you noticed the little card on my keyring that says not to because it could break my teeth."

"I- I forgot about that." Amber admitted softly, thinking back and trying to remember the event that had taken place in the eighth grade.

"D'you remember what happened next?" Erica questioned, voice sounding surprisingly emotional. Amber shook her head and Erica's eyes narrowed as she leaned closer, "I piss myself. And they all start laughing," She recounted, "Y'know, the only good thing about seizures was that I never remembered them.. Until some brilliant Jerk-off!" Erica yelled the last word and Amber flinched at the scream so close to her own face, "-Had to go put cameras in everybody's phone."

"I'm really sorry that happened, Erica." Amber said, voice shaking embarrassingly with nerves, "It's terrible. But-"

"But, look at me now," Erica interrupted, dropping her gaze down her own body to gesture to her ample cleavage between them.

Amber couldn't help the way her own eyes followed Erica's movement and she tore her gaze back up to the other girl's face quickly, blinking as she tried to regain her composure. Erica laughed at the brunette in satisfaction and Amber flushed in embarrassment. Her eyes drifted down the hallway and she spotted Stiles at his own locker, holding the metal door in one hand as he looked down the hall at the two girls in confusion.

Erica followed her gaze this time and waved at Stiles with a sly wiggle of her fingers, "Hm, you only have eyes for him?" She pouted, leaning closer.

"Yes." Amber said firmly, reaching up to push the other girl back a step with hands on her shoulders, "And if you're not going to tell me what's going on with Derek, then I guess we're done here."

"Oh, don't be like that," Erica grinned, "I think there's a little conversation involving you, me, and Stiles that might be worth having-"

"No, thanks." Amber smiled tightly, "See you, Erica."

She shouldered past the werewolf and rushed down the hallway, heart still pounding in her chest. She hurried to where Stiles was still at his locker, putting his things away before lunch. He caught sight of her when she was only a few steps away and he raised his eyebrows in question.

"What was that about?" He asked, nodding toward where she'd been standing with Erica a few moments before.

"I was asking her who Derek was planning to turn next." She explained in a huff, annoyed at how badly the conversation had gone.

"Huh," Stiles said, closing his locker and dropping an arm around her shoulders as they headed toward the cafeteria, "It almost looked like she was gonna to kiss you." He laughed at the suggestion.

"Yeah.." She shook her head distractedly, "Things got kind of weird."

Stiles' steps faltered for only a moment as they walked and he looked at her in bewilderment, "Was she gonna to kiss you?"

"I'm honestly not sure," Amber admitted, "Like I said. things got weird. I think she was trying to throw me off so I'd forget my initial question."

Stiles was frowning and looked like he wanted to say something more, but his eyes seemed to catch on something as they stepped into the lunchroom.

"What?" She asked, reaching up to press her hand into his spine beneath his sweatshirt.

"Oh, no." He muttered, quickly dragging her across the cafeteria to where Scott was sitting.

Amber stumbled, tightening her hand around the fabric of his undershirt as she was dragged along. They stopped to stand behind Scott and Stiles pointed frantically in front of Scott's face toward a spot a few tables away.

"D'you see that?" Stiles asked them, eyes wide.

"What?" Scott questioned in confusion, following the line of Stiles' finger across the room, "It's an empty table."

"Oh, no." Amber realized, eyes glued to the table she and Stiles had been sitting at just the week before to make the trade for the keys to the ice rink.

"But whose table?" Stiles prompted Scott.

Scott's eyes widened as he, too, finally registered the information in front of him, "Boyd!"

After classes were over, Amber rushed down the hallway between her two best friends, pulling the straps of her backpack tighter over her shoulders as she and Stiles followed Scott out the front doors of the building.

"I'm heading to the ice rink to see if he's there," Scott told them, "If he's not at home, one of you call me. Got it?" He paused in his steps to give them a serious look.

"Wh- I-" Amber frowned, biting at her lip indecisively, "Maybe we should let him? Boyd, I mean. I- It's not like Derek's forcing them to do anything. He’s giving them a choice, right?" Just like he gave me, she thought silently.

Stiles tilted his head and shrugged, "She's kinda got a point, man."

Scott shook his head vehemently and moved between them to urge his friends forward again, "We can't."

"You gotta admit, Erica looks.. Really good." Amber pointed out.

Stiles nodded, "I'm- The word 'sensational' comes to mind." He added quickly.

His eyes flicked to Amber immediately upon processing what he'd said and she rolled her eyes fondly as she reached around to pat his shoulder to reassure him that she wasn't offended.

Scott stammered in disbelief, "Yeah? I- H- How good do you guys think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?"

"Alright." Stiles conceded, "All we're saying is, maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"They all are," Scott said slowly, "And you guys know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Alright," Stiles repeated, "We're with you. And.. I gotta say. This newfound ‘heroism’ thing is making me very attracted to you."

Amber snorted and Scott laughed in quiet reluctance.

"Shut up." Scott huffed, an embarrassed smile on his face.

"I couldn't agree more." Amber grinned, leaning against Scott until he was caged firmly between her and Stiles.

"'m serious," Stiles continued to press, "You wanna just, try making out for a sec?" He asked Scott.

Amber pushed up onto her toes and playfully brought her lips closer to Scott's face, puckering and leaning in until he broke and laughed, shoving them both away gently before continuing down the path to the parking lot and leaving them behind.

Stiles grinned at her and shrugged as if saying, What are you gonna do?

"Oh, well. I guess I'm stuck kissing you." He said in faux disappointment.

"Oh, no," She smiled fondly, "That's terrible."

He leaned down to press his lips to hers for only a second before he continued to pull her down the stairs toward the parked Jeep. The two climbed in quickly and as they started down the road, she turned in her seat to watch him drive.

"You do know where Boyd lives, right?" She questioned suddenly.

"Yeah, of course I do." Stiles said easily, eyes flicking across the car to look at her for a moment as he made a turn, "I had to give his keys back to him before he could go to work last Saturday."

"Oh, right." She nodded, leaning back in the passenger seat in relief.

The Boyd household was close to the school, only a few blocks away, and it didn’t take long at all to get there. Stiles parked on the curb and they both tumbled out of the vehicle and rushed up the path to the house.

"Boyd!" Amber shouted, "You home?"

She knocked on the door in a succession of quick raps of her fist while Stiles peeked in through the windows off to the side of the front stoop.

"Hey, Boyd?" He called out, "It's Stiles- Oh! Wow!" He exclaimed suddenly.

Amber spun around to see what had frightened him and found Erica standing directly behind them on the small doorstep, laughing at them amusedly and shaking her head.

"What are you doing here, guys?" Erica asked softly, smiling at them patronizingly, as if she'd caught them sneaking cookies before dinner.

"Uh, n-" Stiles started nervously, "We were just looking for, um.."

"Boyd?" Erica asked gently, eyes flicking between the two of them.

"Yup!" Amber confirmed quickly as Stiles agreed beside her, "But, he's not home, so I guess-"

"You know what you're both doing right now that's kinda funny?" Erica interrupted, looking back and forth between them again, "You're only looking at my eyes."

At the reminder, Amber nearly let her gaze drop down to the abundant amount of cleavage the other girl had on display, but she managed to stop herself at the last second with an awkward laugh.

"That's funny?" Stiles asked Erica.

"Well, yeah," The blonde grinned, looking between them with narrowed eyes, "Because it's that kind of look where you're both trying not to look anywhere but my eyes-"

"Wh- Why would we want to look anywhere but your eyes?" Amber questioned with a laugh.

Erica raised her eyebrows, "Mm, because I'm attractive.. And I have certain assets-"

"Seems incredibly rude to look anywhere but your eyes when we're having a conversation." Amber interrupted quickly, catching Stiles frantically nodding his head beside her out of the corner of her eye.

"But you want to, don't you?" Erica asked with an enchanting smile, stepping closer to them until her chest lightly brushed against them both as her gaze flicked between them, "Both of you. You want a nice, long. hard. look."

"Not really, no." Stiles denied quickly.

"Oh." Erica frowned, taking a small step back, "So, it's just my eyes?"

He nodded, "Yes. You have beautiful eyes."

Erica grinned, "I have beautiful everything."

"-And a newfound self-confidence." He observed.

"That's really great, Erica." Amber added quickly, grabbing Stiles' arm and pulling him a step to the side, "But, we should get going-"

Erica pushed both of them back lightning fast with a hand at the center of each of their chests, "You're not going anywhere."

"Why not?" Stiles questioned nervously.

Erica stepped back to grab a large, mysterious hunk of metal from her jacket pocket and held it up with an innocent grin, "You're having car trouble." She shrugged

The blonde swung her arm out to bash Stiles across the temple with the unknown car part and Amber gasped, eyes wide. He fell to the ground, a small cut on the side of his forehead bleeding slowly and Amber looked back to the werewolf furiously.

"Are you insane?" She yelled angrily, heart hammering in her chest.

Erica pursed her lips with a small shrug, "Huh. Y'know, I'm not sure."

The brunette flinched but didn't have enough time to dodge the blow before Erica had swung again and hit her on the side of her head with the heavy piece of metal. Amber fell back in a slow blur, consciousness gone completely before she'd even landed atop Stiles' unmoving body.

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