Teen wolf imagines

Jordan Parrish | Cover me up

Author's note: This was a request from a long time ago, all I had was the prompt and name so shoutout to the Jade that requested this and any other Jade that reads this! Also people who have the nickname Lou, that's one of my nicknames and a nickname request for our Jade McCall.  I hope you enjoy her as much as I do! 

Your twin brother, Scott, barrels down the steps and starts yelling your name. "Jade! Lets go, we're going to be late!" You roll your eyes as you sit at the kitchen table, finishing your cereal.  Scott had recently become the twin that has all the friends, gets invited to all the parties and always has a million people to say Hey to in the hallway, but things only changed when he did. Before Scott was bitten and turned all wolf-y, you had all the attention as the brighter, smarter,  more charismatic twin and it killed you that your loud mouthed, clumsy, dim-brained brother was now stepping into your light.  The only way to get back at Scott for his gross overstep of the social hierarchy was to flirt with the one person you knew that would piss him off the most, Deputy Jordan Parrish.  You didn't waste time in trying to understand why Scott got so upset every time you talked to Jordan, the deputy was flirting back and you were starting to enjoy his company for more than just getting back at your slightly older brother. 

You pull into your usual parking spot next to Stiles' bright blue Jeep and turn to Scott, "Do I have to wait for you 30 minutes past the bell like I did yesterday... and the day before... and the day before that?" Scott grabs his backpack from the back seat, opens his door and shrugs, "Probably." You sigh loudly in frustration, "It's not my fault! Stiles likes to follow Lydia around like a puppy dog, he thinks if he carries her stuff to her car enough times that she'll finally realize 'he's the one' or something." He closes the passenger door as you retrieve your bag from the back seat, "Well you can tell Stiles that Lydia is dating me and he's never gonna be 'the one.' And while you're at it-" you look up and Scott has already wandered half way across campus towards a group of his lacrosse buddies. In a huff, you push open your car door and try to stand; only to find the strap of your bag has caught around the centre console as you very subtly fall back into the car.  

"Need a hand?" a gentle but authoritative voice asks from outside, a strong hand appears in your view and you take it. "Thank you!" A smile stretches across your face as you see Jordan standing in front of you, still holding your hand. You give his hand a little squeeze before you both let go and you lean against your car, "Beautiful weather we're having this morning eh?" the deputy says, smiling from ear to ear. You can't help but giggle at the man in uniform, "Mmm, it's absolutely gorgeous weather." You stand up straight, brushing your fingers against his as you turn to close your car door, " so did you only come over to talk about our current climate conditions?" He chuckles and shakes his head, "No." He takes a step towards you, "I came over to ask you on a date." You feel your heart flutter inside you chest. 

Six weeks had passed since your first date with Jordan and things were going extremely well; aside from the fact that you had to hide your new relationship from your twin. Every time Scott came home from a pack meeting, he had something to say about Jordan. He was "irritating" or "a Know-it-all" or whatever Scott wanted to call him that day, after a while you stopped listening to him. While sneaking around with Jordan was earth shatteringly hot, you felt worse and worse about lying to your brother as the weeks went on. You and Jordan were both developing strong feelings towards each other and it grew harder to stay away from each other for more than a couple nights. Jordan's deputy position had him working nights two or three times a week so you could hide it well for a while, using Lydia as an excuse for the absent nights away. But Lydia shouldn't have to become a shut in because her best friend can't have a conversation with her twin brother. 

You're spending the night at Jordan's, hashing out exactly what you want to say to Scott and how you want gonna say it. Jordan has your head on his chest, his hands carefully brushing your hair way from your face as you lay between his legs, "I'm glad you're finally talking to him but should I be available if you need back up?" he says softly into your ear, you hum in agreement. "I think you should always be available in case I need back up." You delicately draw patterns onto his skin with your fingertips, working your way around his body. "Is that so?" he whispers as he kisses the top  of your head and you feel like you're floating out at sea basking in warm sunlight, not one care in the world. He tucks one last piece of hair behind your ear before moving his hand to your jaw, grazing his thumb across your cheek as he brings your head up to look at him. You give him a soft, content smile before leaning up to kiss him. His hand moves into your hair, holding your head as he kiss you back firmly. "Ugh, that smile kills me every time." He mutters into your lips between kisses. He rolls your bodies over and starts kissing your neck, you hum in excitement as he kisses down your chest then back up to your lips. He breaks your kiss to grab your legs, pulling them apart to position himself between them, he pulls you in by your thighs and you wrap your legs around his waist. You slide your hands up his chest to his shoulders, puling him back down to meet your lips. You're both relishing in the feeling of your bodies moving together and the taste of each others lips when a voice from across the room shocks you back into reality, "Louuuu, Scott isn't gonna be happy about this." You feel all the joy fleeing from your body as a cold, sinking feeling sets in. Stiles. 

"How'd you even get in here?" Jordan is quick to move after you release your legs from his waist, pulling up the duvet to cover your half naked bodies. You were both topless but thankfully your bra had remained in place. "The door, obviously." Stiles takes one last look at you both before bolting back towards the door. It slams and you groan, "There goes my plan." Jordan laughs and rubs your arm, "Let him be mad tonight and we'll both go to your house in the morning." You roll your body into his and wrap your arm around him, you let all your worries melt away as he begins rubbing your back. You plant a kiss on his bare chest before leaning your head back to meet his eyes, a soft smile painted on your face. 

He looks into your eyes, you feel safe and secure, his thumb brushes across your bottom lip "God, that smile."