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It wasn’t that either of you thought that the pack would disapprove, or that you wouldn’t be supported, or anything else like that. At first, you hadn’t told anyone just because you hadn’t gotten around to it, it was that simple. You were unsure what was happening between you, and then it was happening, and then it’d been about three months and nobody had noticed. Honestly, you liked the privacy of it. The thrill of the secrecy, but also the comfort of having something all your own. Something that belonged to just the two of you, and nobody else, when so much of your lives belonged to the pack, or Beacon Hills.
The two of you rarely got quiet time together like this, but when you did you treasured it, and made sure to do something special. If neither of you were exhausted or injured, that is. Today, you were free once again to actually have your own lives outside the general health of the town you call home, so the plan was for Stiles to come over to your place. You’d made sure to clean your room, not that his was ever truly tidy but it mattered to you that the place was at least presentable. Your dad was at work, and your mom had gone to lunch with her friends - they both knew about Stiles, the same as the sheriff knew about you, you’d both agreed no secrets with your parents but they didn’t really count toward the whole privacy element. All your parents were pretty respectful, they’d met each other, they got along well, and all had faith in the two of you being safe and well behaved. So, you were generally given the house if the two of you wanted to spend time together.
It was nice. To have that sort of respect and rapport with not only your parents, but also your boyfriend’s parents. The sheriff had given you a stern talking to, making sure you knew to play nice with his son, but more than anything he’d asked you to promise that you’d have each other’s backs. You’d promised that freely and easily.
The knock on your window first startled you, then made you sigh. You really didn’t want to be interrupted by Werewolves today. You turned to face whoever was here to ruin your day, but it was Stiles. He was sitting in the tree outside your room. Your face lit up instantly, transforming almost comically from disappointment to joy. You opened the window quickly, making sure Stiles was out of the way and wouldn’t be hit by it.
“What the hell are you doing?” You asked, laughing all the while.
“Thought I’d change up the narrative a little.” He replied, and gestured you forward, eager for you to join him. He continued upward to a higher branch, and you followed him out, until the two of you sat on a thick branch together, hand in hand.
“This is actually quite nice.” You said, and Stiles grinned, hooking his ankle around yours.
“Yeah. We can see.. Like everything from up here.” He replied, slowly rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You sat shoulder to shoulder, leaning into each other, just seeking the comfort and quiet of the time shared between you, and the warmth of your bodies.
“I think I can see your place.” You said, leaning up as far as you could without lifting your ass from the branch, not wanting to be at any risk of falling. You definitely could see it.
“There’s only one thing up here I really wanna see.” Stiles said, and when you turned to look at him, he just had that stupid grin on his face that you loved. You shook your head, but there was nothing you wanted to do more in that moment than lean in close and press your lips together, your grin matching his.
Who could ask for more than this?