#stilesxallison

“What, what are you doing Stiles.” she asked confused.

“Baking a pie.” he snapped out of his trance.

“Funny. Are you, getting high?”

Stiles smirked, shrugging his shoulders, “Maybe.”

Allison nodded walking in the rest of the way.

“Mnoor.” 

“What?”

Stiles sighed, taking the blunt from between his lips, “Door, close the door.”

“Oh, okay.”

Allison sat down on the floor next to Stiles, curiously watching him finish off what he was doing. His fingers worked fast, tongue sticking out between his lips, eyes fixed on the objects between his legs. Allison had never seen him so concentrated on anything, except maybe when he was doing research for the Pack.

“You’re staring like you’ve never seen drugs before Ali.” Stiles looked up, shit eating grin.

“Uh I, sorry.” she blushed.

“It’s okay.”

Stiles finished rolling, and patted his jeans down until he found his lucky lighter. 

“So, are you gonna join me?” he smiled at Allison.

Allison looked at him crossed and suddenly felt nervous. But she wasn’t scared, she felt secure there with Stiles. “I’ve never..” she trailed off.

Stiles grinned at her again and the way the light from the window hit him made his features look striking. Allison felt her heartbeat speed up and was really grateful that Stiles wasn’t a wolf to here it.

“I can teach you.”

Allison’s mouth went dry, words wouldn’t form, “I don’t, is this a good idea?”

Stiles shrugged, “Why not?”

“Cause you’re, it’s drugs, and you’re the Sheriff’s son!”

Stiles shrugged again, rolling the blunt around.

“Look nothing wrong with trying it and if you don’t like it, you can stop.”

Allison thought about it. There really wasn’t anything wrong with trying it. Stiles was right, she had to live a little, the way her life was going with the supernatural, who knew if she would ever get another chance.

“Okay.” she barely got out.

Stiles placed the blunt between his lips and Allison couldn’t stop from licking hers. With a flick of the wrist Stiles lit it, burning orange for a minute, then took a quick drag. Stiles held out the blunt to her and Allison took it, doing nothing but staring at it.

“Why do you do it?” she suddenly asked.

Stiles eyebrows raised as a cloud of smoke lazily escaped his mouth. “I don’t know. At first it was just thrilling. Being the Sheriff’s son and all. But lately, sometimes I just need to relax, or sleep.” he whispered the last part. 

Allison nodded, still holding the blunt in her fingers like a foreign object. Stiles looked at her expectantly. “I don’t know.” 

Stiles smiled knowingly and scooted closer to Allison. “Just take it between your fingers, bring it up to your lips, inhale, and hold. “

Allison looked at him crossed, but nodded and did as he said. Quickly she regretted it, having a coughing fit. It felt as if her lung was trying to escape through her throat. Stiles laughed beside her. She glared at him through the coughs.

“Sorry, I forgot, newbie.”

Stiles waited for her to stop coughing, taking the blunt back. “Wanna try again?”

She shook her head, “Not really.”

“I’ll help you this time, it won’t be as bad. Promise.” he smiled at her.

Allison stared at him not sure if to proceed, but Stiles puppy face was almost as good, and maybe even better then Scott’s, so she folded. “Okay.”

Stiles grinned at her and leaned in closer. Allison backed away on instinct. 

“Allison, just trust me.” he grabber her hand and pulled her back towards him, bringing the blunt to his lips as he did. “Inhale when I exhale okay?” 

Allison nodded as Stiles leaned in, tilting his head a bit to the left, exhaling a cloud of smoke into her mouth. Not as sharply as before she took her time inhaling and holding it in. This time when she coughed it up it didn’t hurt as much. 

“Again?” Stiles gave her a lazy smile. 

They continued the transaction until the blunt was down to a stub, then Stiles put it out. Allison leaned back against the bed behind her and closed her eyes. 

“Is it always this nice?”

 ”Hmm?” Stiles stirred beside her.

“Stiles.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

“Mhm.”