#werefoxstiles

Frolic

Moonlight reflects off the snow that coats the ground. It makes the world brighter, giving it a silvery blue sheen that makes it seem more mysterious somehow. The sky is clear, with a spray of stars that aid the moon in lighting the world. The trees are all sleeping in the deep of winter. Everything is blanketed in crystalline white. She is wearing her own winter coat of white. Her white and gray and black form darts across the white barely disturbing anything.

She is happy. There’s been so much change recently that she hasn’t had any time to herself. It’s been even longer since she’s had the opportunity to shift and play in her fox form.

She stops suddenly, ears flicking as she hears something that would cause most creatures to flee. Deep rumbling growling coming from the edge of the trees. She titles her head as she peers into the dark.

Electric bright eyes meet her own. She stands up to attention as the owner of the eyes slinks out of the shadows into the light of the moon. Gray fur, nearly black, lighter on his underside and around his eyes and she knows him.

Wolf and fox watch each other for a moment, his gaze intense, focused, her form trembling in anticipation. Her bushy, plush tail sweeps back and forth once. He crouches slightly, readying himself.

She bolts for the treeline with an excited yip. He comes after her with a bark of his own.

There is no one around. It is deep winter and late in the night and anyone or anything that may have interfered have long since gone to bed. They are alone.

She dodges between trees, around bushes and rocks. Darts into and through and hollow long and into crevices far to small for his bulk. He dogs her footsteps with determined grace, intent on capturing his prey.

She intends to let him catch her… eventually.

He’s got to earn it first.

They race through the forest for hours. Weaving through the trees. He nearly catches her several times. Nipping at her heels, causing her to yip and put on a burst of speed.

The sky is barely starting to lighten on the horizon when the wolf lunges and they tumble down a small incline in a tangle of limbs. When they roll to a stop the wolf has become a man. Brown hair, broad shoulders with blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. He cradles her beneath him, hands cradling her skull.

She is all long limbs and freckles. A woman where once a fox was. Her hair is a wild flyaway tangle and her whiskey eyes are laughing as she gazes up at him.

Stiles nips at his chin, eyes glinting and he growls back. She slides her hands up his back to clutch at his shoulders. “You caught me” she says softly, her smiles going sweet as she gazes up at him. “What are you going to do with me?”

Peter responds by dipping his head and running his nose along the long column of her neck. He inhales deeply and when he pulls away his eyes are glowing with preternatural light and his arms around her have become possessive.

“Keep you forever” he tells her, then dips his head to capture her mouth as well.