Imprint From Out Of Town {Staul-StilesxPaul}

Chapter 14: Beach date

"God, I'll never get over the views around here," he breathed, staring in awe at the gradually lightening sky.

"That part is true. They never cease to amaze," I agreed. They always took my breath away too... much like seeing Stiles did every time I've been away from him too long. Listen to me- as if. We've known each other a total of 3 days now. And when he leaves for Beacon Hills again... well. I couldn't think about that now.

"Living here is like serious magic," Stiles snorted. "Right in the middle of a massive, ancient forest, right on the coast. It's magic."

I tried to ignore the excited warmth that started in my chest at the possibilities that were blooming in my mind.

"Sounds like you like it here," I said uncertainly.

"I do," he agreed, sneaking a glance at me before looking away again.

I pulled off the highway and onto a secret trail. To the untrained, tourists eye, it looked like any other part of the forest. But almost everyone of the reservation knew about this trail. It led through the towering trees and all the way to the beach. I parked the truck just inside the tree line, maintaining the look of the forest for any beach goers. I turned to Stiles and grinned.

"We walk from here," I said, getting out of the truck.

I grabbed a couple blankets from the back before taking Stiles' hand and leading him out to the beach.

"That was totally a secret entrance, wasn't it?" Stiles asked excitedly. I chuckled at his childish tone and nodded.

We made our way out onto the deserted beach and I reluctantly released Stiles hand to spread a couple of thick blankets across the rocks. I grabbed his hand again and pulled him down between my legs. I didn't have to see his face to know he would be blushing beautifully. His back rested against my chest, his arms laying on my thighs as I wrapped another blanket around us and settled in.

"As if you think we would need a blanket," Stiles snorted. "You're always like- a million degrees."

I ducked my head a little, leaning close. "Did you just call me hot?" I whispered against his ear.

He turned his head to face me, his eyes glancing down at my lips while his tongue flicked out to lick his own. "Definitely hot," he agreed, before laying a heated kiss on me.

Our lips locked and I gently sucked his lower lip between my teeth, nibbling gently and earning a groan from Stiles. He broke out of the kiss, breathing heavily and biting down on the lip I just had in my mouth.

"You're killin' me here," he huffed with a grin.

"Pfft- you ain't seen nothing yet," I taunted with a heated glance down his body.

"Hey! My eyes are up here," he smirked and gestured in front of us with his head. "Sunrise watching, remember?"

"Well so-rry that you're so deliciously distracting," I whispered against the soft skin behind his ear. I laid a gentle kiss there before focusing on the sunrise. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, sighing softly. I held him a little tighter in my arms, enjoying how very right it felt. We watched in a comfortable silence as the sun slowly painted the beach and sky with extravagant reds, oranges and pinks. "This is perfect," I breathed, barely a whisper.

"Told you," Stiles sighed happily, sinking back a little further and relaxing against my chest.

"I'm beginning to think it would be wise for me to just always assume you're right," I speculated. The boy in my arms turned to look at me out of the corner of his eyes.

"You learn quickly," he winked, turning in my arms as he straddled my waist. "Perhaps I should reward good behaviour?"

Stiles had an evil grin on his face and a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss me. His hands gently pushed against my shoulders until I was laying on my back on the blankets beneath us. His fingers dug into my muscles as his mouth continued its siege, making a low growl build in my chest. I could barely focus enough to remind myself to breathe as his long, nimble fingers slid up to pull at my hair. Every kiss, every touch, was like flames igniting in my veins. My big hands found his waist, dipping under his shirt to rub my thumbs over the delicate hip bones protruding. His lips were so soft, so perfect in the way they moved. He chose that moment to grind his hips down into my groin. The action caused a heavenly friction that had me breaking away from his mouth only to moan loudly. He immediately latched onto my neck, taking his time as he bit, licked and sucked. For someone who claimed to be inexperienced, the way he moved his mouth certainly didn't make it feel that way. He slowly trailed his hands down my chest until they were under my shirt, where they made their way back up again. I bit my bottom lip harshly, my attempt at keeping the uncontrollable moans to a minimum. The boy had reduced me to a shivering mess of arousal.

We can't have that, now can we?

I quickly flipped us over, and the brown eyed beauty was staring up at me with a dazed smile. The look made my body temperature rise in a thrilling, vibrant way. It made my heart pound and soar, my pulse quicken and my breath catch.

"You're beautiful Stiles," I murmured intimately, laying a gentle kiss on his plump lips before leaning back again. I've been meaning to ask him about his peculiar name, now seemed as good a time as any. "So why Stiles?"

"Like I haven't heard that one before," he snorted his mouth twitching into a smirk. He ran a hand through his already messy hair before wiggling a little and settling himself again. He lay beneath me completely relaxed as he answered my question. "It's a nickname, the same one my grandfather had. My real name is polish and difficult to pronounce. Only my mom and dad have ever used it."

"Can I hear it?" I asked excitedly.

He rolled his eyes before his voice took on a slight accent, one I couldn't identify. I had to assume it was polish, though I had never heard it before. "Mieczyslaw Stilinski," he responded.

"Mieczyslaw," I tested it out on my tongue. Something shifted in his eyes at my voice.

"Oh... oh man," he gulped, adjusting his hips.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"I- I mean... who knew my real name could sound so sexy coming out of someone's mouth," he chuckled nervously.

"You mean when I say... Mieczyslaw," I said in a husky voice, my eyes watching his reaction carefully. He gulped again before biting his lip, a blush flushing across his cheeks.

"Mieczyslaw," I whispered against his ear.

"Jesus Christ," he swore unconsciously, before attacking my mouth.

His movements were wild and uncoordinated as he desperately clawed at my clothes, looking for an opening to feel my skin. His blunt fingers dragged across the skin of my back, pulling me down until my body was flush with his.

"At this rate you'll never learn how to scuba dive," I huffed between the breaths he allowed me, between his perfect kisses.

"Oh, I'm sorry... if you'd rather do that..." he made as if to get up and out from under me. I let my body fall on him and effectively trapped him where he lay.

"Oh- I don't think so Mieczyslaw," I smirked cockily. He rolled his eyes before giving in and kissing me as the sun rose higher into the sky. I rolled us over again, placing him on my lap so I didn't crush him into the rocks uncomfortably. He seemed to understand the gesture and gave me a fond little grin before leaning in for more.

Who cares about scuba diving anyway?