misunderstood | stiles stilinski

Chapter Eleven

I was walking down an empty street stoping at a weird looking house for some reason. I looked into the window and there stood a man looking out. Suddenly someone pushed a knife into the man's side and he fell over spitting out blood. I couldn't move and only saw a little girl running away into the woods. She must've been the one to stab him. I quickly followed without knowing why. I had to find this girl. While I was running through the woods the ground slowly started to cave in and I started running faster but couldn't move I started to fall towards some kind of stalagmite and got stabbed through the eye when I crashed into it.

I woke up with a gasp. My heart was racing and I was sweating.

"Claire? Are you alright?" Stiles groggily asked and I nodded.

"Yeah just..." I cleared my throat. "Just a bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it?" He looked at me concerned and I told him my dream.

"I'm sorry, it's probably my fault..."

"Why would it be your fault?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Because I almost poked you in the eye earlier." He shrugged and I laughed lightly.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't dream about lashes granting wishes in cloudland it's not your fault." Stiles started to chuckle at my response.

"Okay, try going back to sleep." He whispered looking into my eyes. Oh how I loved his hazel eyes.

"I don't think I'll be able to." I shrugged my shoulders not losing eye contact.

"Would you...Uh... I mean I could," he rubbed the back of his neck "uhm I could hold you? I mean I think that could help... it would help me if I would've had a nightmare..." He was looking at me expectantly now. I had to bite back a smile. Was he offering to cuddle me? I would not let that opportunity go.

"That would be nice..." I mumbled and Stiles eyes widened in surprise.

"Uh, you wanna spoon or..?" I nodded in response and Stiles wobbled closer to me in Kira's sleeping bag. "Uh.." He carefully draped his arm around my waist and his body nestled up to mine. My heart started beating uncontrollably fast and I couldn't hide my smile. Good thing it's quite dark and I'm facing away from him.

"Try not to think about your dream too much, okay?" He whispered into my ear and it made shivers run down my spine.

"Okay."

"Maybe 'Okay' will be our always." Stiles chuckled lightly and I was shocked for a second until I got the reference.

"You read 'The Fault in Our Stars' ?" I asked him surprised, I didn't think he'd be the guy to read those kind of books. Stiles was silent for a couple of moments before he answered.

"Malia made me watch the movie..."

"Oh..." I stiffened for a second until I remembered he was most likely feeling it so I tried to relax. "And did you cry?"

"No?" he said but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Was that a question?"

"No?"

"Just admit that you cried." I heard, and felt him let out a defeated breath.

"Okay, maybe I shed a tear or two...the song in the end got me." I smiled at that. I always start to tear up when I listen to 'All of the Stars' by Ed Sheeran.

"That's cute." I said and Stiles just huffed in response making a strand of hair fall into my face. "Hey." I laughed and put it back behind my ear.

"Sorry." Stiles chuckled lightly and when I put my hand back it accidentally touched Stiles' that was laying infront of me. I wanted to pull back but Stiles didn't let me. His hand entangled with mine and his arm around me tightened his grip pulling me even closer. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I couldn't help but smile. I don't know what got into me that I let him invade my space like this. Heck, I didn't know why he was doing this in the first place. But it felt good. It felt right.

I fell asleep with a warm feeling all over my body and Stiles arms holding me tightly.

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When I woke up Stiles arm was still wrapped around me making me smile.Oh my gosh those arms! Suddenly Stiles started to mumble something but it weren't really words. Was he talking in his sleep? He snuggled himself closer to me.

"Uh huh.." he mumbled and I wondered what he was dreaming about. But when he started to moan my eyes went wide and I really didn't want to know what he was dreaming about. I was glad there was so much fabric between us or else I would've felt his hard-on more than just faintly.

"Stiles?" I whispered trying to wake him up but he just moaned again. I was starting to panic. What do you do when you want to wake someone up from a wet dream? "Stiles?" I tried to turn around but that bareley worked his arm holding me in place. I softly pulled on his earlobe but that just resulted in him moaning even louder. Oh my god. What if the others heard? Oh god, they'd think we're making out, or having sex, oh god no. "Stiles!" I said a bit louder now but Stiles just puckered his lips. Seriously? "Stiles! Wake up!" I was almost screaming now and finally he woke up.

"Huh? What? Where?" He noticed our position and probably remembered his dream and his eyes went wide. "Oh, sorry. God, I'm so sorry."

"You want me to help you with that?" I joked pointing at the tent in his sweatpants. Where did all that confidence come from, Claire? Stiles eyes were about to fall out of his head when I started to laugh. "I'm kidding Stiles." He seemed disappointed for a second.

"That's not really helping, like at all. Gosh, now I can't get the images out of my head."

"Stiles! Are really imagening me giving you a-"

"YES!" He interrupted me and I blushed furiously. That was not what I wanted.

"Sorry." I mumbled after a moment still blushing.

"Don't worry about it I'll just have to cool down a bit." He assured me and I nodded.

"I'll just leave. Don't make a mess." I smirked and he squinted at me.

"Do you really think I'm going to-"

"No, Stiles I was joking, again." I stood up and opened the zipper to the tent and left, Stiles just groaned again and I stifled a laugh. Did that really just happen?

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