Ficlet: Decidedly Discomforted, Stiles/Malia, PG-13, #086 Decision
Author: salmon_pink
Title: Decidedly Discomforted
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Malia
Character/s: Stiles, Malia, Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Sometimes Stiles has really terrible luck, but at least being with Malia balances it out.
Warnings: Public sex, getting caught
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 403
Prompt: #086 Decision
Author's Notes: No spoilers
Stiles shifts a little uncomfortably, arms wrapped around his bare chest. His dad is giving him one of those withering looks that says this isn’t over, that there’s going to be hell to pay once they’re home. But for now he settles on simply telling Stiles, “Not one of your better decisions.”
Stiles can feel Malia glancing between them curiously, but they’re both very pointedly not looking at her.
“I’ll see you at home,” his dad says with a shake of his head, and then he’s heading back to his cruiser.
Could have been worse. He could have put Stiles in handcuffs and dragged him to the station.
“He’s mad,” Malia comments, like she’s checking she’s on the same page as everyone else.
“Of course he’s mad,” Stiles hisses out of the corner of his mouth, waiting until his dad’s headlights grow suitably small in the distance before he drops his face into his hands.
“Why? We didn’t commit any crimes,” Malia insists with a frown.
“Public indecency is a crime,” Stiles groans.
“But we’re not in public, there’s nobody out here but us. And your father, but he’s gone now.”
Stiles groans again. “Of all the places he could be tonight, he had to drive past here and see the Jeep? I don’t believe this.”
Malia holds out his shirt. “Does this mean the mood is over?”
Stiles peers at her through his fingers, at her raised eyebrow and the hopeful spark in her eyes and the way she’s still completely topless.
God, she just had an entire conversation with his dad while topless, shameless and carefree, after he stumbled on them getting hot and heavy out in the woods.
The mood should be gone forever, Stiles should probably never feel arousal again, but damn if just one glance at Malia’s smile isn’t enough to make him horny again.
“You’re sure my dad’s really driven away? He’s not idling nearby, waiting to see if we leave?” he asks tentatively.
Malia tilts her head, clearly listening for the sound of a car engine. “Nope, he’s long gone.”
“Okay then,” Stiles shrugs, and then he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her close. “I’m already in trouble, so no point in stopping now.”
Malia grins, dropping his shirt to the ground and slinging her arms around his neck, their naked chests pressed together. “Now that sounds like a good decision,” she murmurs, kissing him deep.
Title: Decidedly Discomforted
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Stiles/Malia
Character/s: Stiles, Malia, Sheriff Stilinski
Summary: Sometimes Stiles has really terrible luck, but at least being with Malia balances it out.
Warnings: Public sex, getting caught
Submission Type: Ficlet
Word Count: 403
Prompt: #086 Decision
Author's Notes: No spoilers
Stiles shifts a little uncomfortably, arms wrapped around his bare chest. His dad is giving him one of those withering looks that says this isn’t over, that there’s going to be hell to pay once they’re home. But for now he settles on simply telling Stiles, “Not one of your better decisions.”
Stiles can feel Malia glancing between them curiously, but they’re both very pointedly not looking at her.
“I’ll see you at home,” his dad says with a shake of his head, and then he’s heading back to his cruiser.
Could have been worse. He could have put Stiles in handcuffs and dragged him to the station.
“He’s mad,” Malia comments, like she’s checking she’s on the same page as everyone else.
“Of course he’s mad,” Stiles hisses out of the corner of his mouth, waiting until his dad’s headlights grow suitably small in the distance before he drops his face into his hands.
“Why? We didn’t commit any crimes,” Malia insists with a frown.
“Public indecency is a crime,” Stiles groans.
“But we’re not in public, there’s nobody out here but us. And your father, but he’s gone now.”
Stiles groans again. “Of all the places he could be tonight, he had to drive past here and see the Jeep? I don’t believe this.”
Malia holds out his shirt. “Does this mean the mood is over?”
Stiles peers at her through his fingers, at her raised eyebrow and the hopeful spark in her eyes and the way she’s still completely topless.
God, she just had an entire conversation with his dad while topless, shameless and carefree, after he stumbled on them getting hot and heavy out in the woods.
The mood should be gone forever, Stiles should probably never feel arousal again, but damn if just one glance at Malia’s smile isn’t enough to make him horny again.
“You’re sure my dad’s really driven away? He’s not idling nearby, waiting to see if we leave?” he asks tentatively.
Malia tilts her head, clearly listening for the sound of a car engine. “Nope, he’s long gone.”
“Okay then,” Stiles shrugs, and then he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her close. “I’m already in trouble, so no point in stopping now.”
Malia grins, dropping his shirt to the ground and slinging her arms around his neck, their naked chests pressed together. “Now that sounds like a good decision,” she murmurs, kissing him deep.