[Teen Wolf] Operating on Instinct (1/1)
OK. The promised almost 8400 words is now over 8500 words. Funny how that always happens when I edit. O_o;;;
Title: Operating on Instinct
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,555
Warnings: Slash, rimming, spoilers through the season 2 finale
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me. It belongs to the brilliant Jeff Davis and all the other writers, producers, etc., who work with him. No harm was meant. I'm just playing with these guys, I’ll put them back where I found them when I’m done… more or less intact. ^_~
Summary: Scott barely heard the words. He was too busy listening to the heartbeat underneath them. That heartbeat had already been elevated from Stiles' fear at the intruder in his bedroom, and it had kicked up another notch just a moment ago... but for the life of him, Scott couldn't figure out if that increase had started when Stiles had said he hadn't expected Scott to show... or a few seconds earlier when Stiles had said that he forgave him. Scott whimpered again, pressed himself a little closer, shifted his inspection to Stiles' split lip. When he shifted his fingers to ghost over it, though, that was when Stiles finally had enough.
Jerking away from Scott's feather-light touch, heart beating even faster than before, Stiles said, "Seriously, bro! Lay off!"
Scott froze. Those words... there was real anger undercutting those words. He pulled his hand back and pulled himself back enough to meet Stiles' gaze, to take in his flushed cheeks. Scott said, slowly, heart sinking, "You did expect me to show up. You didn't just expect it, you were depending on it. You were counting on me... and I failed you."
Choose your reading preference:
on AO3
on LJ
In my head, this is vaguely sequel-y to If You Keep On Believing, but other than a reference to a mug of hot chocolate and a general continuation of Stiles' mental state, this can operate as a stand-alone. Enjoy? ^_^
Title: Operating on Instinct
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,555
Warnings: Slash, rimming, spoilers through the season 2 finale
Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me. It belongs to the brilliant Jeff Davis and all the other writers, producers, etc., who work with him. No harm was meant. I'm just playing with these guys, I’ll put them back where I found them when I’m done… more or less intact. ^_~
Summary: Scott barely heard the words. He was too busy listening to the heartbeat underneath them. That heartbeat had already been elevated from Stiles' fear at the intruder in his bedroom, and it had kicked up another notch just a moment ago... but for the life of him, Scott couldn't figure out if that increase had started when Stiles had said he hadn't expected Scott to show... or a few seconds earlier when Stiles had said that he forgave him. Scott whimpered again, pressed himself a little closer, shifted his inspection to Stiles' split lip. When he shifted his fingers to ghost over it, though, that was when Stiles finally had enough.
Jerking away from Scott's feather-light touch, heart beating even faster than before, Stiles said, "Seriously, bro! Lay off!"
Scott froze. Those words... there was real anger undercutting those words. He pulled his hand back and pulled himself back enough to meet Stiles' gaze, to take in his flushed cheeks. Scott said, slowly, heart sinking, "You did expect me to show up. You didn't just expect it, you were depending on it. You were counting on me... and I failed you."
Choose your reading preference:
on AO3
on LJ
In my head, this is vaguely sequel-y to If You Keep On Believing, but other than a reference to a mug of hot chocolate and a general continuation of Stiles' mental state, this can operate as a stand-alone. Enjoy? ^_^