Invisible String

004. the aftermath

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹,
𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝒉

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when catalina woke up, she stiffened when she felt an arm around her, holding her close. her back was pressed up against a firm chest, her body moving with their breathing. slowly, catalina pulled the arm off her body and sat up, looking over her shoulder to see stiles stilinski, sleeping peacefully in her pink and white bed. she could feel her whole body warm up, she was anxious.

catalina tip-toed to her bathroom, closing the door behind her. she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes immediately catching sight of a small hickey on her neck. she gasped, a hand on her throat as she leaned into the mirror to get a closer look. catalina bit her lips as she surveyed it. she still couldn't believe what had happened last night. never, in this lifetime or another, did she think she and stiles would get to this point, sex. or even a kiss. basically, anything.

scratching and soft and desperate meows snapped catalina out of her thoughts, and she opened the door as quiet as she could, letting luna inside the bathroom with her. her eyes traveled to her bed, watching as stiles turned in her bed, still asleep. leaving the door ajar incase luna got bored, catalina started her routine. she turned on the shower and waited until it was warm enough to wash off the scent of stiles that lingered on her body.

stiles groaned as he woke up, turning on his back, his eyes slowly opening. his eyebrows scrunched as he took in his surroundings, noticing posters that weren't ones he owned hung up on white walls, instead of those blue walls of his bedroom. small pats on his legs startled him, making him jump. stiles sat up, watching as luna cuddled up on his thighs. he exhaled a laugh, petting the top of her head.

suddenly it all clicked.

stiles looked to his left to see that side of the bed empty, and his heart started to beat faster when he heard the shower running, the door ajar. stiles picked up luna and placed her beside him so he could get up. hurriedly, he put on his clothes, but by the time he barely started to put on pajama pants, the shower stopped running, and he heard catalina humming in the bathroom. luna meowed as she watched him, her blue eyes staring him down, almost as if she knew what was going through his head. and it kind of scared him.

with only a towel wrapped around her body, catalina emerged from the bathroom. a light yelp came from the girl when she locked eyes with him. the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. both of them didn't say a word, only stared. stiles looked at her up and down, his eyes catching those little love bites he left on her neck, and two on her breasts. he felt his dick twitch at the sight.

"you can, um . . . shower. if you want." catalina broke the silence, her hands holding onto her towel tightly.

stiles snapped out of his trance, "oh, no. that's okay. i've gotta get home quickly before my dad does, so. . ."

"yeah, okay." catalina nodded, body shaking. she felt that she might just trip over herself by how brutal her body shaked. she didn't know if it was her room that was cold, or because she was nervous. catalina cleared her throat and walked to her vanity, sitting down on her white chair, avoiding eye contact with stiles through the mirror.

stiles pulled up his pants, sitting back down on catalina's bed to put on his adidas. catalina couldn't help but glance at him, watching as his back muscles moved with every movement he made. she bit her bottom lip, releasing a breath she didn't know she was holding. stiles stood up, and catalina's eyes quickly moved to look at herself. she mindlessly started to play with her hair, acting as if she was deciding what hairstyle she wanted to do, to hide the fact that she was reminiscing about last night.