l'appel du vide

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

Stiles glanced past Allison, at her house. “My place is safer. For me, anyway. My dad won’t murder me if I’m making out with you in my room.” He laughed. “Are you okay with going to my house?”

Allison smiled up at him. “Yeah. I’m definitely okay with going to your house.” She murmured, leaning against him to press a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing her lips lightly down to his jaw.

Stiles turned his head to kiss Allison again, smiling. He wasn’t going to dwell on any feelings of guilt, he was more focused on the fact that this felt right. It had been a long time since he was so certain about something.

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison smiled back at him softly, trailing a finger over his cheek as she studied his eyes. “Do you want to come over?” She asked abruptly. “Or… I could come to your house. It’s just… kind of uncomfortable leaning across a seat like this to kiss you.”

Stiles glanced past Allison, at her house. “My place is safer. For me, anyway. My dad won’t murder me if I’m making out with you in my room.” He laughed. “Are you okay with going to my house?”

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison kissed him back, her arms going around his neck immediately as her eyes closed. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging gently as she leaned across the space between the seats to get closer to him.

Stiles pulled away and smiled hesitantly at Allison. “Was that… uh, did you… did you like that? Because I’m new, so I get it if you wanna text him again and tell him you were joking.” 

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison pulled her cell phone out, pursing her lips. “There’s an easy solution to that, Stiles.” She told him, and texted Scott. ‘It’s over.’ She showed the phone to Stiles, and then sent the text in front of him. “Even if he doesn’t mean to do it, he’s still discussing private things that I do for him with someone else. That’s not cool.” She told Stiles.

“Okay.” Stiles glanced from Allison’s phone to her lips, and he leaned across the seat to kiss her. He knew he should theoretically wait at least an hour before making a move, but he also knew that she wanted him to, and he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity.

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison looked back at him, unable to help herself, and chewed on her lower lip. “Does he talk about what I do in bed, Stiles?” She asked knowingly, brushing her fingers gently over his shoulder in a steady circular motion. “Does he talk about what I can do with my mouth?”

“He - yeah, he does.” Stiles admitted. “You need to not do this, Allison. Not while you’re his.” He gave her a pointed look. “I’ll share just about anything with Scott, but not another person.”

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison gave him a small appreciative smile. “That’s good to know. I’m going to file that away, too.” She murmured and sighed as she stared out the window with a smile.

“It’s his fault.” Stiles said suddenly. “For talking so much about you. I practically begged him to stop. But since he doesn’t listen to me, I look at you and I can practically see the things he talks about.”

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

Stiles watched her, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t. “That’s nice.” He remarked dryly. “I’m not doing anything about it.”

Allison looked amused as she stared back at him. “You really wouldn’t, would you?” She mused. “You really mean it.”

“I’m not throwing away my best friend for any girl. It doesn’t matter how hot she is.” Stiles smiled.

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

“I can do that.” Stiles agreed. He pulled back out onto the road and drove the rest of the way to Allison’s house. He sat back in his seat, gripping the steering wheel as he turned his head to look at her. “For the record, I’m the kind of asshole that feels safe telling you I’d be interested, if you and Scott weren’t together.”

Allison stared back at him steadily, unconsciously letting her tongue dart out to lick her lips. “For the record…” She echoed, “I’m the kind of bitch that is totally okay with knowing that, and will tuck it away for future reference.” She kept her eyes on him for a little longer, thinking to herself, and then deliberately stretched in her seat, arching her back up.

Stiles watched her, not bothering to pretend he wasn’t. “That’s nice.” He remarked dryly. “I’m not doing anything about it.”

crossbowsandsilver:

Allison looked down. “I don’t want to hurt Scott.” She sighed. She leaned back in her seat, shaking her head. “Forget I said anything. Pretend I was on a… on a bender or something.”

“I can do that.” Stiles agreed. He pulled back out onto the road and drove the rest of the way to Allison’s house. He sat back in his seat, gripping the steering wheel as he turned his head to look at her. “For the record, I’m the kind of asshole that feels safe telling you I’d be interested, if you and Scott weren’t together.”

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

“You also haven’t spent the past eleven years in my presence, the way most of these people have.” Stiles pointed out. “I know I get annoying after awhile.” He wouldn’t let himself think about the way his own mom used to react to him being around. “Just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to say right now. You and Scott are only pretending to not be dating. And that’s me putting my foot in my mouth, because you didn’t even say you wanted to date me, anyway.”

Allison shifted at Scott’s name, exhaling softly. “I’m not… I didn’t say that… Look, I just think… that you… maybe deserve a girlfriend, too.” She shrugged. “And it doesn’t…” She trailed off, lifting her eyes to his. “I mean, it could be me. If you wanted it to be, I think.”

“Was this ever about Lydia or Scott?” Stiles asked quietly, studying Allison like he could figure her out if he stared long enough. “I can’t just… be with you, you’d have to break up with Scott and that would kill him.”

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

“I don’t know, for something.” Stiles muttered. “Okay, so if it’s not a revenge thing, then you’re seriously… you’re into me?” He twisted around to face her, swearing when he hit his elbow on the steering wheel. “Ow! Fucking… jesus.”

Allison jumped, startled. “I didn’t - I didn’t say that.” She said quickly, her cheeks turning red. “I mean, I didn’t not say that, but you’re…” She covered her cheeks. “You’re cute. You’re actually, like, really cute, and funny, and I don’t understand how you’re single.”

“You also haven’t spent the past eleven years in my presence, the way most of these people have.” Stiles pointed out. “I know I get annoying after awhile.” He wouldn’t let himself think about the way his own mom used to react to him being around. “Just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to say right now. You and Scott are only pretending to not be dating. And that’s me putting my foot in my mouth, because you didn’t even say you wanted to date me, anyway.”

crossbowsandsilver:

dialmforstiles:

Stiles pulled the Jeep over to the side of the road and stared at Allison. “What the hell is happening right now?” He demanded. “Did Lydia put you up to this? Is this some kind of sick payback?”

Allison stared at him blankly. “No one put me up to anything.” She told him honestly. She furrowed her brow and frowned. “Payback for what?”

“I don’t know, for something.” Stiles muttered. “Okay, so if it’s not a revenge thing, then you’re seriously… you’re into me?” He twisted around to face her, swearing when he hit his elbow on the steering wheel. “Ow! Fucking… jesus.”