Cardigan- Scott McCall

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Stiles had picked Elodie and Scott up as soon as they were released from questioning.

Elodie explained to them what had happened and what she had seen, and for some reason, Elodie felt a strange feeling as soon as Stiles pulled into the hospital parking lot, but she ignored it.

Elodie led on Scott's chest as they talked about what Stiles had told them about Kira.

"I don't think she's a werewolf. I think she's supernatural but doesn't know it," Elodie says as Scott runs a hand through her hair.

"Do you know what she is?" he asks.

"I can find out, but I have to talk to her," she says.

"I will talk to her tomorrow," he says as Elodie lifts her head up from Scott's chest, looking up at him with a smirk.

"Let's do something," she says in a flirty tone.

"what do you wanna do" he says teasingly Elodie's smirk widened as she leaned in closer to Scott, her lips hovering just inches from his. "I have a few ideas," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Without hesitation, she closed the gap between them, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

Scott responded eagerly, his hands moving to pull her closer as their kiss deepened. The air around them crackled with electricity, desire coursing through their veins. Elodie's fingers tangled in his hair as she pressed herself against him, feeling the heat of his body against hers.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, a wild hunger building between them. Scott's hands roamed over her body, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. Elodie moaned softly against his lips, the sound sending a shiver down Scott's spine.

Elodie takes off her bra as Scott turns her over, switching her position as he kisses her thigh before removing her underwire, leaving her naked as he removes his boxers, their bodies now fully exposed to each other.
The room filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the scent of their passion. Elodie arched her back as Scott's hands wrapped around her waist as he entered her, making her moan in pleasure. Their bodies moved in sync, the intensity of their connection building with each thrust. Scott's lips found Elodie's neck, trailing kisses down her collarbone as she gasped and clutched at his shoulders. The pleasure between them continued to grow.

Elodie lets out a moan before flipping Scott to his back, letting her be in control as she moves, making Scott groan, his hands going to her hips as she guides their movements. The room was filled with the symphony of their lovemaking, the passion between them palpable. Elodie's eyes met Scott's as she rode him, a fierce intensity burning in her gaze. Their bodies moved together in a dance of desire, each moment bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy.
As they reached the peak of their pleasure, they both let go, lost in the bliss of their connection. At that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, wrapped up in each other's embrace.

Cora woke up suddenly, reaching over to Stiles's side of the bed to find him missing, making her get up in confusion as she looked around the room, finding him at his desk, staring ahead.

As she approached him, she noticed a troubled expression on his face, his eyes fixed on something she couldn't see. Cora's heart sank, worried that something was wrong. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look at her.

"Stiles it's 3 am. Why are you still awake?" she asks as he rubs his eyes.

"I just haven't been sleeping well for a while," he says.

"How long?" she asks as he looks up at her

"What?"

"How long have you not been sleeping?" she asks sternly.

"About two weeks," he says quietly. Cora looks at him shocked.

"You haven't been sleeping for two weeks, and you didn't think to tell me," she says a little loudly.

She was lucky that Stiles's dad had to work overnight.

"I didn't want to add it as one of your problems," Stiles says, standing up from the chairs.

This felt like a fight, their first flight, and Cora should have stopped there and gone to bed, but she couldn't "You not telling me something like this is a problem, Stiles! I can handle it; don't keep things from me," Cora asserts, her voice rising in frustration.
Stiles clenches his jaw, feeling defensive. "I didn't want to burden you with my problems, okay? I can handle it on my own," he retorts, standing his ground. The tension between them was palpable, crackling in the air like electricity. Cora knew she should have let it go and gone to bed, but her concern for Stiles wouldn't allow her to back down.

"So you just think suffering in silence is going to fix that. For two weeks you haven't slept in two weeks, and it's taking a toll on you. You don't have to go through this alone," Cora says, her tone softening. Stiles looks away, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't want you to worry about me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. Cora reaches out and gently touches his arm, offering comfort and understanding. "Well, I do worry about you. Stiles, we have to tell your dad." As soon as those words left her mouth, Stiles backed up from her, looking at her like she was crazy.

"No, we can't tell my dad," Stiles replies, panic evident in his eyes. "He has enough on his plate as it is. I can handle this on my own." Cora shakes her head, a look of determination crossing her face.
"Stiles, you can't keep shouldering this burden alone. We need to get you help before it's too late."

"Why do you care so much?" Stiles says as Cora sighs.

"Because I am your girlfriend," she says as Stiles scoffs

"That's bullshit," he says as Cora looks at him, taken back as Stiles realizes what he had said, making him run a hand through his hair.

"I don't know why I said that, it must be t-the tiredness, I am so sorry," he says looking assumed as Cora walks towards him pulling him in a hug "It's okay, Stiles. I know you're going through a lot right now," Cora says softly, holding him tight. "But you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, always." Stiles buries his face in her shoulder, feeling the weight of his emotions finally starting to lift as he accepts her comfort. "Thank you, Cora," he whispers, grateful for her unwavering support. Together, they stand in silence, holding onto each other