Teen Wolf Imagines

Better late than never

Summary: You show up at Peter’s uninvited, but never unwelcome. He lets you in and you make yourself at home. Soon enough, though, you grow hungry. In your search for food you find something delicious, and realise you’d been an idiot all this time. You had a thing for Peter.

You lifted your hand to the wooden door in front of you. There was a moment before to flung open, revealing a confused Peter. His eyes looked you up and down, taking in your dishevelled appearance.

The coat you wore was crinkled all over, the short tight dress underneath riding up your legs. After spending hours on your hair and makeup, you had no doubt that would all be a mess as well. And the heels you’d sported earlier in the evening now hung from idle fingers.

“Are you drunk?”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed at his shoulders and trudged into his apartment. “I wish,” you grumbled, dumping your shoes in the hall before letting your coat slide down your arms and drop to join them.

Peter sighed as he closed the door before following after you, picking your coat off the ground to hand it on a hook as his feet kicked your shoes out of the walkway. You didn’t bother apologising for the mess or intrusion. In stead you moved further into the building, heading for his living room.

“If you’re not drunk, then why are you here?” he called after you, rounding the corner just as you plopped yourself down onto his ridiculously comfortable couch.

“Because I live on the other side of town, and my date sucked balls. I didn’t feel like driving all the way home, when I knew you have an abundance of liquor and a never ending supply of entertainment.” You shrugged.

Most of your friends didn’t understand the thing between you and Peter. While you weren’t an idiot and understood that he was a terrible person… you still managed to dig up some kind of friendship. He found you amusing, you found him entertaining, and everyone else just didn’t get it.

Scott, the pack Alpha, had tried to convince you to stop hanging out with the older werewolf. You were just a simple druid in-the-making. He was worried Peter might hurt you, or worse… corrupt you. Of course, you’d laughed at the thought. Peter might be an ass, but you weren’t stupid enough to fall for his charms.

“Did you ever think that maybe I had plans tonight?” Peter asked as he came over to push your feet off his coffee table.

Your lips quirked into a grin. “If you had plans, you wouldn’t have answered the door.”

He fought the smirk that twitched on his lips, hiding it with a sigh as he turned and headed over to his liquor cabinet. “You know, I could have been more prepared for you if you’d called first.”

“’More prepared’,” you repeated his words. “Why, Peter Hale… are you hitting on me?”

When he looked over his shoulder at you, this time he let the smirk show. “Always.”

The two of you fell into easy habits then. Sitting on Peter’s couch, legs hanging over the arm, you sip at the drink he’d made you while he went about and continued to do whatever you’d interrupted. Silence fell, save for the light tapping of a branch on one of the windows. It was windy outside, a storm more than likely headed your way.