#he's so fine...

Stiles loves his jeep. He does. It's his favorite thing in the whole world. And what better way to appreciate his favorite thing, than to spend some much needed alone time with his favorite person inside of it?

Sitting in the backseat of his favorite thing, with his favorite person, doing his favorite thing—kissing you. It's like a dream come true, after this past week of torturous adventures with Scott and the pack. He's barely had any time with you, aside from running for your lives.

The radio crackles softly as 'In Too Deep' by Sum 41 filters through, filling the cramped space. The soft creaks from the car's movements seem so loud in the abandoned parking lot. The windows are fogged, much to Stiles' appreciation and your embarrassment.

Sure, Stiles drove the two of you as far from the town as he could get away with. (Last time he drove too far out for a 'hangout' session with you, his dad got worried and tracked him. It is not fun when the Sheriff sees you half naked in the back of his son's car...) But the possibility of anyone even passing by the jeep had your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Your lips are locked in a deep, heated kiss, his hands holding your hips carefully, while yours thread through his hair. The soft, dark brown locks feel so fluffy against your fingers.

You bite down on his bottom lip, a shiver tingling up your spine at the sound he makes. In turn, he slides his tongue over your lips. And you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, fingers fisting the fabric.

Stiles pulls away reluctantly, needing to, y'know, breathe.

"I hate air..." He mutters, panting harshly. He rests his forehead on your shoulder for a moment.

You laugh. You twirl a single lock of his hair around your finger. "Why's that?" You hum in question.

He lifts his head from your shoulder to meet yours gently eyes, head tilted to the side just slightly.

"It makes it hard to kiss you forever." He responds, eyes zoned in on your lips.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Y'know, this is the first time in a while..." You start, pausing to take a deep breath, before continuing. "That it's been this quiet."

Stiles takes your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "That's because you're always using your enhanced hearing. Nosey, much?"

You scoff, pulling your hand from his and shoving him.

Stiles just laughs, placing a hand on your cheek to pull you back. His lips meet yours gently, this kiss much softer than the previous ones.

"You can't just 'cute' your way out of everything..." You murmur against his mouth.

"Mm, wanna bet?"

"You always lose our bets."

"I like to say that i 'let you win' them..." Stiles huffs.

You snort.

"Yeah, sure. You let me win. Is that why you're forever indebted to me?"

"I'm not indebted to you. I make it up to you with everything else i do." Stiles responds, a smirk slowly spreading over his lips.

Your brows furrow in hesitant question. "Like..?"

"Like..." He pulls you back in for a kiss.

Your lips move against each other slowly, comfortably. His hands grasp your hips gently to tug you closer, and he carefully moves your position to be laying on your back against to seats. His thigh slots between your legs.

You break away from the kiss to gasp. "Stiles..."

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