𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

72|back to beacon hills

Catching my breath, I scoffed as I watched him go, "Are you kidding?"

"Nope!" He called back.

I climbed off of the bed, leaving my shorts where Stiles had dropped them. I went into the bathroom where he was beginning to get ready for a shower, his shirt already missing.

I walked up behind him, my fingers trailing down the muscles on his back. He had been working out more since being accepted into the program, and it was definitely starting to show.

"It's not a very long drive from here to the academy," I shrugged, running my finger down his spine.

"I know," he mumbled. I felt him shiver beneath my touch, looking at me in the mirror.
"Just like how I knew you'd follow me in here."

"Oh? Is that right, Agent?"

"Yeah," he said, turning around and grabbing my waist, lifting me up onto the countertop beside the sink and moving to stand between my legs. "Because I know you better than anyone."

"Hmm, I don't know about that," I said, narrowing my eyes as I rested my hands on his shoulders.

"Really?" He asked, squeezing my waist with one hand as the other moved up to sit beneath my chin. "Because I think do. I know what you hate, and I know what you like."

"You know what I like?" I asked as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer as I put my arms around his neck. Leaning over, I grazed my lips down his ear, stopping to whisper, "Prove it."

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Stiles walked into the kitchen later dressed in a suit and ready to go to his first day at the academy. I walked over, grabbing his tie and shifting it, tightening it.

"There," I said as I let it rest below his collar. "You're going to do amazing."

"Thanks, Ri," he smiled, holding my hands. "I'll see you for dinner. I love you."

"I love you, too," I smiled.

He kissed me one more time, before heading out the front door and off to his first day at the FBI.

After taking a proper shower, I went about cleaning our apartment. We had been living together for almost three months now and so far, things were great.

I had put down most of the money for our home with money that my mother had left me in her will and some of what Peter had given me. After the incident with the Ghost Riders, he set up accounts for both Malia and I, as a way to make amends of sorts, I guess.

Putting the rest from my parents into my savings, Stiles and I began to pay the rent with income from our jobs.

It wasn't big, but it was enough; a two-bedroom, one bathroom, four floors up in a building five minutes from George Washington University. Scott insisted on us getting the two-bedroom so he would have somewhere to sleep when he visited.

I found myself missing Beacon Hills every now and then, but then I remembered that ever since we'd moved here, we hadn't had to deal with any supernatural issues. Not one.

I checked in each day with Charlotte and Malia, just so that I knew what was going on, and it seemed like everything was going well.

My day went by slowly after I finished tidying up. I watched a movie and read some of my book, before I received a text.

Reading it, I smiled as I went and got my laptop. Switching it on, I face timed Charlotte.

They were quick to answer, both of them waving excitedly. "Riley. Hi, how are you?" Charlotte asked happily.