A Little Bit Of This And A Little Bit Of That

'Stop poking my cheek.'

Episode - Heart Monitor
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I was laying in Stiles' bed watching the green smoke thing form around my hand before making a throwing dagger. Shifting happened besides me and I quickly made the blade disappear. I turned on my side and watched Stiles for a few seconds before I poked his check. It was just so tempting I'm sorry. He moved his noise slightly while grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers but I still had another hand. Haha, I poked his cheek again and watched a smile form for a second before it was gone. I continued to poke his cheek to wake him mainly because we have school in an hour and he takes forever to get ready.

"Stop." He grumbled waving his hand at me.

"Stilinski, you have to get up for school " I chuckled continuing to poke him.

"No, you can't go to school so I'm staying here with you." He yawned draping an arm around my waist turning on his side and pulled me into his chest. Did that stop me from poking him? No. I continued to poke his cheek and he cracked an eye opened and looked at me before closing it. "Please, stop poking me." I asked.

"You going to get up?" I asked stopping for a second.

"No." He answered honestly.

"Then no." I said before going back to poking him.

"Please stop and let me sleep." He whined.

"Stiles, if I'm up, you're up because you need to rub the cream on my back after I get out of the shower." I said getting up and walking out of the room. I knew he was watching as I left.

I was in the shower and watched as the dried blooded hit the floor and ran down the drain. I turned around and my eye caught a spider in the corner and I almost screamed. Nothing scares me but spiders freak me out. I do not like them. Mainly because of 'Harry Potter.' I quickly finished my shower and got out and dressed, well half dressed, I redressed my wound on my stomach after putting the gross cream on it and wrapped a sweater around my upper half while the lower half chilled in some sweatpants. Was I wearing sweatpants to school? Yes. Are people going to ask me what's wrong? Most likely. Is someone going to be stabbed by the end of the day? Oh yeah. I walked out of the bathroom with my shirt in my hand as I walked back to Stiles' room. I knocked on the door and heard a tired come in.

"Really I left like 20 minutes ago." I sighed walking over to my bag and placing my shirt on it before walking over to Stiles and rolling him in his back and sitting on his stomach. "Are you going to get up?" I asked looking at him.

"No and I really wish you would go back to bed." He said and I started poking his cheeks again leaning closer with every poke.

"Stiles." I hummed into his ear, "I'm not in a shirt." I continued and felt his hands move up my waist and under my sweater.

"That you are not." He said and I felt him smile.

"If you wanna see, you got to get up." I teased getting off him and walking to my stuff. I heard foot steps coming towards me and I smirked. People are so easy. I turned to face him with a smile. "I see you're up." I chuckled. He hummed. "Now that you're up, you can play nurse and rub my back with the disgusting smelling cream." I said and he finally realized the mistake in getting up.

"That cream smells so gross and it doesn't leave your hands." He whined and I nodded.

"Well I'm the one that has to wear it for two more weeks so suck it up and help me get my back." I said dropping the sweater and his eyes trailed down my body before back up.

"O-okay." He said swallowing hard as he walked to get the cream that was in my hand.

"Stiles." I called and he turned to face me as I help up the cream. "It's right here." I said and his face went even redder as he shuffled back over here. I turned around and unhooked my bra so he could actually get the part I couldn't reach. Once he was finished with that he put gauze on it and medical tape around the gauze and I rehooked my bra before grabbing my shirt before putting it on. "You going to get ready now?" I asked looking at him as he was still in front of me.