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31.9. Our Little Secret

VOID/STILES X READER

OUR LITTLE SECRET (PART NINE)

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The excuses to see Stiles got progressively more ridiculous as the days went by. Luckily for (Y/N), Allison got progressively more uninterested as the days went by as well. The group was preoccupied enough with the little bouts of trouble the town was spreading, and a lacrosse season was once again swarming on Isaac, Scott, and Stiles. Regular Stiles, that was, who the girl hadn't uttered a word to in two weeks. That made it easier for her to see Void, at least, as it was fairly easy to melt off the bleachers during games and get conveniently lost in the crowds of crimson, which is exactly what she'd done that night. Their last week and a half had been a blissful one, because, somehow, in their time together, Stiles' urge to feed and kill had vanished, as if by magic. And he was warmer and more human than ever.

"You're late," Stiles said when she jumped out her car.

They'd chosen a little park near the Beacon Hills High, easy to get to and from the school during the games without being gone too long. The green grass was thick and freshly cut as she skipped through its fluffy blades.

"Missed you too," the girls lips twitched as she approached him.

He wore a grey jacket over dark jeans, his black eyes sparkling when they caught sight of her.

Of course he sat atop the stupid little kid's slide, so she had to stumble awkwardly up to reach him while he chuckled in amusement.

"Hey, you," he smiled warmly when she squished in next to him at the top of the ramp.

"Hi, you," she grinned into his chapped lips as he bent down to attach his mouth to hers, a habit he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

"So," he amused her, "how's the game going?"

She snorted lightly, "we're winning."

He gave a mock gasp, "a team full of supernaturals? Winning against an average team of greasy teens? Who would've seen that coming?!"

The girl shook her head, kicking her foot against his leg with a laugh, "shh, be quiet or you'll expose us all."

He kicked her leg right back, "mmhm?"

Her eyes flickered up to Stiles' charcoal black ones, and he shifted his gaze nervously, "I got you something."

"Oh?" she said in surprise.

"Yeah, uh," he stumbled, "I mean i'm not so good at the romance stuff. Or, you know, I'm new to this so I don't- well, anyways. I know enough to know flowers can be given as a symbol of love or whatever so I-"

He cleared his throat, reaching his arm around the side of the slide to protrude a bundle of gorgeous violets which he nervously stuck out to her. He'd wrapped their chopped stems in a little brown bowstring, which was hanging sloppily, but a sign of his best effort.

She just stared at the flowers, then him, then the flowers again.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

"No, no, I do," she assured him. "It's just, what you said before that bit, you know...symbol of love."

His eyes suddenly grew twice the size, a lump growing in his throat, "wh- yeah- I meant, you know, l-like symbolically it's n-"

"I love you too," she cut him off.

His mouth hung open, eyes steadily glued to her own unwavering ones.

"You do?" he whispered, sounding so unsure of himself, like the words out of her mouth had been a mistake.