chapter fifty six
i love you so

( warning: this chapter contains sexual content )

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"VANISHING TWIN syndrome..."

Odessa Stone looked up at Stiles in uncertainty as they walked with Deaton through the Animal Clinic. She didn't particularly like his tone that was filled with confusion. It made the hope she had dwindle from her chest.

The McCall pack could always go to Deaton for anything they needed clarity on. Almost everything they discovered in any case always led back to the supernatural. Odessa hoped this was one of those times but it didn't look promising by the way Deaton was looking at the file from the hospital Melissa provided.

Stiles nodded, almost encouraging Deaton to have any knowledge of the subject, "this is part of your expertise, right?"

"Not particularly, no," Deaton placed the file on the table so the three could take a closer look just as the door opened from behind them.

Odessa felt her heart drop to her stomach as she instantly hid behind Stiles at the sight of a Dread Doctor being guided into the clinic by Scott and Liam. True and utter fear ran through her as she felt she could pass out any second. She had to remind herself to breathe as Scott's voice sounded as if she were underwater.

"He's still alive."

The entirety of settling the Dread Doctor on the metal table she was on not too long ago due to injuries inflicted by the doctor's themselves was a blur. Odessa felt her boyfriend guide her to the side of the room where she would be the farthest away from the Dread Doctor, even though all she wanted was to cower away from behind him.

She hated how easily she could crumble in fear when it came to the Dread Doctors. Odessa was fine. She escaped and she healed. Didn't that mean she shouldn't be afraid of them anymore? The more she thought about it, the more that kind of thinking wasn't very logical.

As the three boys and Deaton crowded around the doctor on the table, Odessa could only watch on from a distance, keeping her arms across her chest as her usual automatic defense.

"Can you keep him alive," Scott asked his boss as he kept a light grip on the Dread Doctor's arm.

Deaton sighed as he observed the condition of the doctor, "I'm not sure he technically is alive."

"Screw keeping him alive," the Beta almost scoffed, still desperate to find a way to save his best friend, "how do we get him to talk?"

Be careful what you wish for, Odessa thought to herself. For some reason, she couldn't open her mouth to say a damn thing. Everything about having a Dread Doctor this close to her was a bad idea. She didn't want the doctor who took part in her torture to speak, knowing it would bring back unwanted memories of them speaking to her.

"Personally, I don't think we utilize torture nearly enough," Stiles chimed in with a knowing tone that everyone around him could pick up. He subtly, but not so subtly, glanced at his girlfriend, who was numbly staring at the doctor on the table. Though there was barely a thought behind her brown eyes, he wondered what she was thinking at that moment, though he was a bit scared to know as well.

Come...

Liam picked his head up at the echoed voice he had just heard, "did you hear that?"

Come to me... To me...

Suddenly, a high pitch invaded the clinic, making everyone cover their ears. Odessa shouted in surprise at the sensation as she dropped to her knees, not being able to take the pain that came with the noise. Around her, shelves rattled as items fell to the ground as the room shook. Weakly, still shielding her ears, Odessa watched Liam get blasted to the wall by the Dread Doctor, who was now strong enough to get up from the table and leave the clinic.

Coming up from the ground, Odessa moved just in time for every metal object in the room to fly to the doorway as if they were magnetically pulled there.

"Stop," Deaton shouted as Scott and Liam started to run toward the barrier that was beginning to spark every few seconds, "it's electrified."

After waiting for the electricity to die down, everyone pitched in to put everything back where it was while they took in what happened and what they found out. The Cane was very important, Odessa was filled in. It was a weapon that could essentially kill the Beast. It was something the Dread Doctors had possession of but was stolen by Gerard Argent. Odessa had yet to meet the man but frankly didn't want to.

With the new information, they knew time was running out. They had to find a way to save Mason and fast. And that led to them looking over Mason's medical file once again.

"Maybe there's something in here," Scott muttered as he flipped through the papers in the file, "something about how he was a Genetic Chimera."

"Mason had a vanishing twin," Deaton seemingly reminded more so himself but spoke it out loud.

"Now we've got a vanishing Mason."

"What's that have to do with him turning into a 250-year-old French guy," Liam asked as he caught Odessa giving her boyfriend an unimpressed glance at his comment from in front of him, "how does that even happen?"

The 250-year-old French guy is a man named Sebastien Valet, who was the original Beast in his time.

Deaton stopped the Beta from freaking out completely, "hold on, Scott might have something. Mason's twin wasn't entirely gone. That's what made him a Genetic Chimera."

The McCall nodded, understanding starting to build, "the DNA was still there."

"Metaphorically speaking, the DNA of Mason could still be inside Sebastien as well."

"How," Odessa asked with furrowed brows. She was trying to keep up with their theories but it was pretty difficult due to her lack of knowledge on the subject of DNA and vanishing twin syndrome.

"Life is energy," the doctor started to explain, his tone more confident then it was when he was first introduced to Mason's file, "energy doesn't just disappear. The Dread Doctors may have found a way to break the rules of the supernatural world but there are some rules that simply won't break."

Liam raised a brow, wanting to be optimistic, "so Mason can't just be gone?"

"Somewhere in Sebastien he has to still exist in some form," Deaton explained as the girl in the room watched her boyfriend pick up a part of the Dread Doctor's mask, wondering simply as to why he was doing it in the first place, "a spark of energy, a flicker of memory."

"Hang on," Stiles trailed in thought, "Liam, you said Mason said something right before he turned."

The Dunbar nodded, relaying, "he said, 'that's not my name.'"

"He finally remembered his name."

"Damnatio Memoriae."

"That's what they wanted," Liam's eyes sparked with recognition, perking up in his stance, "they wanted Sebastien to remember his name."

Deaton looked toward the Alpha, determined for him to fully understand what they had to do, "Scott, you know the myth of what happens when you call a werewolf by its given name?"

"It turns back to human."

Odessa straightened her stance. Even she was starting to understand, which was saying something because she had been clueless the entire day.

"What does that mean," Liam asked, not getting the point, "someone can just walk up to the Beast, yell Mason's name and turn him back?"

Scott shook his head, knowingly, "not someone..."

"Lydia."

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Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital was slowly becoming one of Odessa's least favorite places. She hated the feeling of dread she gained every time she walked through the entrance doors of the building. The knowing feeling in her chest that told her something was wrong, someone was hurt.

When Odessa got the dreaded call from Melissa informing her of what happened to Lydia, she almost felt like she was getting pranked. There was no way as soon as they figured out Lydia was the solution to all their problems, she was attacked by Sebastien at the Sheriff Station not even a moment later. The 250-year-old clawed her neck, rendering her voice completely useless.

It only added to the guilt Odessa was feeling as they all sped to the hospital. She wondered what would have happened if she stayed with Lydia at the station instead of going to the clinic with Stiles. The blonde failed to protect Lydia again. The promise she made to her friend back in their junior year was basically useless now. Odessa always seemed to miss the mark by only moments.

The Stone stayed by Lydia's bed side until Scott and Liam came in first to help Lydia sit up. As the strawberry blonde groaned at the movement, Melissa and Stiles came in, the latter closing the door softly to not grab any unwanted attention from bystanders or other doctors in the hall.

"Lydia, this is gonna have to be just between us, since I can get fired for it," Melissa announced quietly as she walked to Lydia's bedside to prepare her supplies.

"It's a cortisone shot," Scott told his friend who was simply trying to stay awake, "it's gonna bring the inflammation down."

Lydia nodded small, watching Melissa take out the syringe. She offered the inside of the wrist but was shot down.

"Not there," Melissa shook her head before gently grasping Lydia's bandages on her neck, causing the girl to groan.

Stiles eyed the blood woozily, "oh, yeah, okay, I'm gonna need to leave."

Odessa couldn't help but roll her eyes from her place next to Melissa, "well I'm not going anywhere," she offered her hand for Lydia to hold, who didn't hesitate to grasp it, "squeeze my hand as hard as you can, okay?"

"Okay," Melissa breathed out softly, grasping Lydia's jaw gently to keep her in place, "here we go."

A thud was then heard. And the place where Liam was standing was now empty. Scott and Stiles exchanged a quick glance before going over to the Beta to check on him.

Ignoring the boys, and suppressing an eye roll, Melissa steadied the needle on Lydia's neck, "okay, Lydia, this is gonna hurt like a bitch."

The needle was then inserted in Lydia's neck, causing the girl to whimper and gasp instantly at the sensation. Odessa felt her friend squeeze her hand tightly as she produced small white veins from her hand to her friend to help her calm down while the drug was inserted in her neck.

As soon as the drug was in Lydia and Melissa gave them the all clear, Odessa helped Lydia change into actual clothes that weren't a hospital gown. Once she was changed, the boys and Odessa helped her through the hospital, traveling to the first floor to leave the building.

"Okay, I'll get Malia," Stiles rushed as he started down the hall, pointing to Scott, "text me when you find Parrish."

"Hold on," Scott took out something wrapped in paper from his jacket and handed it to his best friend.

The Stilinski eyed the wrapped item incredulously, "what is this?"

"Something I've been working on for a while," Scott nodded assuringly, "just make sure Malia gets it."

"Is it a plan B?"

"It was plan A."

"... Plan A never works."

"This one will."

Stiles nodded, though still hesitantly, before starting his run down the hall, before stopping when his name was called.

"Stiles," Odessa forced herself to exclaim before she changed her mind as she jogged up to him. Without wanting, or much thought, she cupped his cheeks and pressed her lips to his eagerly before pulling away before she got carried away, "if you get hurt, I'll kill you myself."

Stiles forced down a chuckle, giving her a sly smirk, "you won't kill me. You'll kiss me," he gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek before continuing his run through the hospital hallway, leaving her behind, shocked at his words.

The Stone shrugged to herself, contemplating his declaration. Come to think about it, he wasn't wrong...

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It was the first time Odessa had been inside the tunnels she had heard so much about, and she was already not a fan. She knew this was where Scott and Stiles went and found a pack symbol without her and heard some other things that took place in the tunnels, but Odessa was not impressed. They were dark, cold and a bit damp from her own observation. She also knew these were the tunnels where the Dread Doctors were known to reside and where Mason was last seen before he turned into the Beast against his will.

Long story short, they were bound to run into someone or something at any time.

As she, Scott, Liam and Lydia jogged through the tunnels, they stopped gradually when hearing a consistent sound.

"Scott," Liam whispered, furrowing his brow, "you hear that?"

"I heard that."

Odessa placed a soft hand on Lydia's back, "Lyds, save your voice."

Looking down, the Beta noticed how his feet splashed the water beneath him and he finally could decipher what he could hear, "hey, Lydia, get out of the water!"

As soon as Lydia was pushed to the side, the three werewolves were encased with electricity from every angle. Odessa shouted in pain as her body convulsed without control, falling to the ground alongside her friends. Through her pain, she could hear the voice of someone she never wanted to hear again.

"Sorry, Lydia."

Odessa watched Scott with slightly blurred vision as he reached for Lydia, who was pushed through a hole in the ground by Theo. Lydia screamed in fear, feeling the consequences in her throat as her wrist was held tightly in Scott's grip.

Kneeling down, almost casually, Theo sunk his claws into Scott's back, "feel that, Scott? Kanima venom. Just let it happen. Let it go. Let everything go."

"No!"

The Stone clenched her eyes tightly as the pain of the electricity and the sound of her friend's scream filled her body. As she struggled to get up, along with her friends, she heard Theo and the smirk behind his words just as the Beast's roar echoed through the tunnels.

"You hear that," Theo looked down at the three blurry eyed werewolves, "that's the sound of real power."

As he walked away, Odessa grunted, wanting to say something but not having the energy to do so. She had never wanted to kick someone's ass more in her life.

Slowly, and with the help of Deucalion of all people, Odessa, Liam and Scott regained their strength and followed the man through the tunnels where they found a weakened Theo who laid against the wall. Apparently, Scott formed an alliance with a few unlikely people without informing his friends.

"You lied to me," the Raeken hissed through his teeth, "you and Scott..."

Deucalion crouched down in front of the boy, "that's right, Theo. The whole time," he took off his glasses to show his blackened red eyes and simply blinked to make them go back to normal.

Glancing around at the hard expressions facing him, Theo shook his head, "it would've never worked."

"It could have worked. With Belasko's talons," without warning, Deucalion grabbed Theo's neck and snapped it with ease, causing the boy to fall limp on the ground, paralyzed for the time being.

Though she felt immense pleasure at the sight, Odessa couldn't help but whine, "hey, I wanted to do that."

"You broke my neck," Theo could barely speak as he couldn't move his body in the slightest.

Deucalion stood back up, nodding efficiently, "and good luck with that," he turned to the three werewolves, "there's an access grate that leads to the sub level. I think we can get Lydia there."

"What about Mason?"

"We can still save your friend."

"Let's go."

Just as the four turned to go down the tunnel, a loud gunshot popped through the air, causing the teens to flinch and turn around at the unexpected noise. Odessa gasped as she watched Deucalion slide down the wall.

The man grunted at the pain the bullet lodged in his body caused, "this just isn't my day."

"This is a surprising alliance, Scott," a man Odessa could only guess was Gerard exclaimed, the gun in his hand still aimed at them with Argent following close behind, "you and Deucalion? How long have you been planning this clever little double cross?"

Argent stepped forward, "about as long as he and I have been planning this one," he threw the Cane to Scott, who caught it swiftly.

"What are you doing," Gerard's tough exterior faltered, as did his grip on his gun.

"I knew when I brought you back, it would never be about saving lives. Only about immortalizing your own," the two Argent men simultaneously aimed their guns at each other. Without a look back, Argent called out, "Scott, go. Go, now!"

After the slight hesitation, Scott, Odessa and Liam made their way through the tunnels to find Lydia. They tried not to let their steps falter at the sound of a gunshot from the hallway they just left.

The three teens ran aimlessly through the tunnels, not knowing how to get to the sub level Deucalion told them about. Reaching another dead end, Liam took the opportunity to speak up about something that had been on his mind for a while.

"Scott," the Beta called, looking down at the Cane in front of him, "I'll do it."

The older teens eyed him incredulously as Scott only trailed, "Liam..."

"It should be me. If you get me close enough, I'll do it," Liam reached for the Cane, only for it to be moved out of his reach.

"We're not killing your best friend."

"That belongs to me," the three werewolves stiffened at hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice of Sebastien call to them as he walked toward them, "it's a family heirloom. I'd like it back, please."

Scott nodded, holding the Cane tightly, his knuckles turning white, "it's all yours. Just give us Mason."

Tilting his head, Sebastien feigned sympathy, "unfortunately, I would not know where to begin. And while I've benefited from his memories, I don't have much use for an alter ego."

The three teens glanced at each other, nodding. They knew what they had to do. Odessa let herself transform, fangs and claws sprouting while her eyes glowed a golden yellow.

"You want it? Come and get it."

Odessa had never faced the Beast in a fight and she never wanted to again. Like clockwork, the Beast clawed at the werewolves one by one, pushing each one to the side only to push another only a second after. Odessa could barely get a hit in before she was punched in the stomach or thrown to the wall. Water still sloshed on the ground under them as the three teens never led up their fight.

Getting up from the ground where they were all thrown, the three teens nodded to each other before charging at the Beast with all their strength and will. Before they could even touch the Beast, it slammed its fists on the ground, causing them to fly back into the walls around them at the force it created.

Odessa groaned loudly at the pain in her head and back as she collided with the wall, falling to the ground with a grunt. Looking up weakly, she watched Sebastien grab Scott by the neck, "no, Scott!"

"You're strong. There's no doubt in that," the man hummed, ignoring the frail call of the blonde teen nearby, "but none of you fight with a killer instinct. Let me show you how to go for the throat."

Hearing movement from next to her, Odessa saw Liam get up from the corner of her eye. The Beta grabbed the Cane and unsheathed it, bringing the attention to him.

"Liam, wait," Scott choked out, feeling his neck bones start to crack due to the pressure, "we can still save Mason."

"Who's going to save you?"

Sebastien let out a chuckle at the pitiful exchange he just witnessed, "what kind of werewolves are you?"

Ignoring Scott's yell of warning, Liam charged at Sebastien with the Cane. Before he could attack successfully, the man caught the Beta's wrist and forcefully  pushed him back to the ground. Sebastien took that opportunity to bring Scott to his knees and stick his claws into the back of his neck, causing them both to groan at the sensation.

Regaining her strength little by little, Odessa watched Sebastien's face crumble, hearing him mumble, "Marie-Jeanne?"

The man let go of Scott completely, still in shock of what he saw. The Alpha gasped, pushing away from the man to lean against the wall just as Lydia and Kira ran into the tunnel.

"Mason!"

Odessa found enough strength to stand and go over to Scott to help him up as they watched Sebastien start to make his way over to Lydia, his expression hardening with every step.

Kira panted, wide eyes following the man's every move, "I think you're gonna need to try a little louder."

Just as Sebastien transformed into the Beast, Lydia produced a loud scream that pulsated through the air.

"MASON!"

The Beast fell to its knees before exploding into black dust. Coming out of the back dust was someone they had longed to see for so long. Mason. He was quickly caught by Corey, who came out of his invisible hiding against the wall. The pack exchanged relieved smiles before they quickly faded away.

The black cloud of dust produced glowing white eyes of its own as it floated through the tunnel, coming face to face with Parrish. Fire and air collided as the Hellhound growled out, "Scott!"

Determined, the Alpha quickly grabbed the Cane and threw it to the dust formed Beast, striking it right through the heart, causing it to growl and fade into nothing. It was then the pack let out a simultaneous exhale. They did it. The Beast was gone and Mason was saved.

"Is everyone okay," Scott asked, his voice booming so everyone around him could hear and answer, but no one had the chance to.

"Not everyone."

The pack turned to see a furious Theo glaring at them, electricity sparking around him.

Odessa couldn't help but exclaim in annoyance at the mere sight of him, "oh, you've got to be kidding me!"

Without warning, Kira jumped through the vault-like door hole in the wall to face Theo as he threw a volt of electricity to her. She easily caught it with the tip of her katana, catching him by surprise, "the Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo," the electricity around him disappeared, "your sister wants to see you."

Kira then stabbed her katana into the ground, causing it to crack until a hole sprouted from the ground behind him. An arm shot out from the hole, before another arm, then a body. Theo turned around to face his sister who grabbed him by his ankle to pull him down before grabbing his entire body to pull him into the hole with her.

As Theo held onto the floor desperately, he screamed out, "Scott, help me! No! No! Scott! Help me, Scott!"

"Oh, give it a rest already," Odessa implored over his pleas, walking forward with a smile on her face. She crouched in front of him casually, "you should've seen this coming, Theo. I told you your time would come. Have fun in Hell for me," she flashed him one more smile before getting up and kicking him in the face, causing his grip to loosen completely and fall into the hole.

Odessa watched the hole close. Almost as if it was never there at all. For the first time in a while, she felt as though she could finally breathe. Theo was gone.

And she watched him go with a smile on her face. Just like she told him she would.

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Odessa felt light on her feet as she and her boyfriend walked into his room, hearing him close the door behind him. The threats were gone. The stress looming over their heads disappeared. No more Dread Doctors, or the Beast, or Theo. They were all gone and Odessa couldn't be happier.

Of course, her personal victory against Theo and the joy that came with it was clouded over with Melissa calling her from the hospital once her phone had service again to inform her that Stiles indeed got injured and was currently needing assistance to heal the injury in his chest he sustained from a shard of glass stabbing into him...

"One thing," Odessa stormed into her boyfriend's hospital room after being guided by Melissa. She made his way over to him with a blazing glare, "I asked you to do one thing. What was that one thing you might ask? Don't get injured. And what did you do? You got injured!"

"Please stop yelling and kiss me better."

Her hard and angry exterior faltered instantly at his request. Though she was still pissed, Odessa was relieved to see him sitting up and responding. Sighing, she let herself relax as she made her way to him, resting between his legs to cup his face and bring her lips to his. As she breathed him in, she felt the black veins start to travel from his body to hers, feeling his body relax into the kiss. Pulling apart slowly, Odessa brought her eyes to his teared shirt, seeing his wound close with ease.

"Let's get you home, lovie."

Once Stiles was officially discharged, by officially, that meant Melissa changing the reports and sneaking them out, the couple went to his house to sleep the day away, seeing as they were out all night.

If there was one way to describe her home after the Desert Wolf raided it, Odessa would say a mess. The living room was basically destroyed and she knew Melissa wasn't going to be happy to find her glass coffee table completely shattered with some shards splattered with Stiles' blood. Since her home was going to be under construction for the coming days, Odessa made the plan to spend those days at her boyfriend's house, knowing he and his Dad wouldn't mind.

Slumping on his bed, Odessa let out an audible exhale, letting the stress and action of the day and night wash away. Looking up at her boyfriend, she was surprised to see him simply watching her movements from his desk, "what," she chuckled under her breath, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"I, uh," Stiles nervously stammered, knowing this was something he wanted to do for a while. He just didn't know when he would finally have the opportunity to do it, "I got you something a while ago, for our 6 month anniversary."

The Stone raised her brow in surprise, muttering out, "baby, you didn't have to get me anything."

They spent their 6 month anniversary learning about Chimera's and suspecting Theo. It completely slipped her mind.

"I wanted to," the boy shrugged as if it were no big deal. But it was, to her. With her eyes following him, Stiles went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, digging for something. He then pulled out a black velvet case shaped like a thin rectangle. He held it out to her as she got up from the bed, celebrating shyly, "happy anniversary."

Glancing between the small box now in her hands and him, Odessa slowly opened the black box and couldn't stifle a gasp fast enough at what she found inside. Feeling tears well, her eyes couldn't look away from the necklace laid neatly in the box. What caught her eyes the most, and what made the first tear fall from her eye, was an S pendant connected to the delicate chain. S as in Stiles. S as in Stone. Before her mind had any say, Odessa let her heart speak for her.

"I love you," hesitatingly, Odessa slowly looked up to see hazel eyes belonging to a boy who stole her heart from the moment they met. Those hazel eyes who had a habit of simply watching her, much like they were doing at that moment, "I love you, so much. I've loved you for so long and I don't think I'll ever stop. You are, by far, the best thing that's ever happened to me and it's okay if you don't—"

Soft hands cupped her cheeks, interrupting her tearful rambling as lips placed themselves onto hers. Odessa instantly wanted to latch onto him somehow, touch him in any way, but still had a hold on the small box so she made sure to stand on her tip-toes to add more pressure to the kiss before they pulled away, pressing their foreheads on each other like they always did. It was a way to not let go of each other in a sense.

"I love you, too."

Odessa opened her eyes at his whispered declaration, she barely heard him say it. She almost felt like she was hallucinating, "you... you do?"

"Of course I do," Stiles could almost laugh at how surprised she sounded, but refrained, keeping his eyes on her, observing every speck of skin on her perfect face, "how could I not love you, pretty girl? You are the kindest, bravest, most amazing person I've ever met. I've loved you since you helped me through my panic attack in the locker room. I've loved you since you took care of me at the hospital and how you stood by my side after everything with Void. I've loved you since you opened up to me about your parents and who you are. I've loved you since you finally became my girlfriend. I've loved you since you walked away from me in the rain. I've loved you since I saw you in the Animal Clinic, fighting for your life. I've loved you since you regained your strength and came back ten times stronger than before. And I've loved you since now. Looking down at you, tear-stained cheeks and all, I love you."

Odessa was speechless. Something she wasn't experienced in being. But he did it. He altered her completely speechless. But she knew what she wanted to say and nothing was going to get in her way this time. Silently, she carefully placed the small box on his desk before going back over to him. Eyes now dry and cheeks still a bit flushed, she leaned closer to his lips and whispered into them, "I'm ready."

Not expecting that, Stiles leaned back by only an inch, furrowing his brow, "are you sure?"

"Yes," she gave him the answer he had been wanting—waiting for. It wasn't an I think so or maybe. It was, "Stiles, I'm ready. I want you."

The Stilinski exhaled shakily, running slightly trembling hands down to her sides, "we go at your pace and whenever you want to stop, you tell me. Okay? Promise me you'll tell me when you want to stop. We won't do anything you're not comfortable with."

Her heart swelled with love, his words making her heart ache, "I promise. I love you."

"I love you, too."

And with that, their lips collided once more but with more passion and urgency than before. Odessa wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her waist, him breathing a small, "jump," against her lips as she obliged, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried them to his bed, making sure to gently place her on top of his covers as their lips parted. Leaning up, Stiles brought his shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly across the room before desperately leaning down to bring his lips back to hers.

Odessa ran her hands aimlessly across his bare back as she felt his hands reach for the hem of her shirt. Nodding against his lips, she felt him tug her shirt up and helped him with the task by lifting her arms for her shirt to come off completely, leaving her in her bra.

Coming up on their knees, facing each other, the two parted once more, breathing heavily, watching each other. Without a second to rethink, Odessa unclasped her bra and flung the material to the floor, not afraid to show him anything. He had seen it all already, this was just in a different setting.

Stiles instantly dived into her to press sloppy kisses to her neck as they fell to the bed again. Odessa let out a breathy moan at the pleasure his lips gave her as he traveled lower and lower. She ran a hand through his hair as she felt his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. As his lips pressed against her stomach, she helped him take her jeans and underwear off by lifting her hips. Once her jeans were gone, she watched him unzip his own pants, taking them off, which left him in his underwear for now.

Going back down to her body, Stiles resumed his kisses, this time starting in her inner thighs. He pressed soft kisses going up until he hit her clit, causing her to hum out in approval softly, which was music to his ear. Feeling her start to get aroused the way he wanted her to, the boy leaned up to press his lips to hers again while pressing a finger to her, slowly sliding in. Odessa breathed a small moan against his lips at the new sensation as his finger went in and out with ease. It wasn't long until he inserted another finger to stretch her slightly. He wanted to make sure she was ready for him.

Odessa couldn't help but start to rock her hips against his hand, humming into his lips as he pulled away, pressing kisses against her neck again. Through her pleasure, she felt him whisper against her, "are you okay?"

"Yes," she answered breathlessly, biting her lip, "yes, it feels so good."

Despite her words, adding a small guilt in his chest knowing she was enjoying it, Stiles pulled away from her, only to take off his boxers and go into his bedside table drawer for a condom. The boy hissed as his hard member sprang free, coming to sit on his stomach as he looked down at his girlfriend, who watched him with bated breath as he rolled the condom on. It was then did she start to look a bit nervous. It was all becoming real for her.

Wanting to comfort her, Stiles leaned down once again, kissing her lips briefly yet lovingly before pulling away, making sure her eyes were on him once he spoke, "everything's going to be fine, okay? If you want to stop at any time, tell me. No matter what."

"Okay," she barely whispered audibly, trying to sustain an even breath again as she wrapped her arms around his neck again, hiding her face in his neck.

"Hey, hey," he cooed quietly, cupping her head so it would leave his neck. He knew she was trying to hide her nervousness but she didn't have to, "I got you, okay? I love you."

Odessa caressed the nape of his neck, one of her favorite things to do and one of the ways she calmed herself down, "I love you, too."

Keeping their eyes locked, Odessa wrapped her legs around his waist as she watched him like himself up to her entrance. She felt his tip against her and she tried not to hold her breath. She relaxed as much as she could just as he slid himself in.

The pain was there. They say there is a certain pain that comes with losing your virginity and it was there. But keeping her eyes on Stiles as he slowly slid himself in, that pain didn't seem as bad as everyone made it out to be. The pain always seemed to fade with him.

Stilling inside her, Stiles placed small kisses to her cheek then one to her lips, "is this okay? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered after a moment, trying her best to make herself comfortable, wincing out a small, "you can move, just go slowly, please."

He nodded against her skin before slowly thrusting his hips out before thrusting them back in, going further than he did the last time. A moan filled with both pleasure and pain escaped her lips as she held onto him. With every movement of his hips, the more enjoyable it became. In time, all Odessa felt was him. Every time Stiles moved in and out of her, he pressed small kisses to her lips, whispering, "I love you," after each touch of their lips.

Soon, they both started to feel pressure build, sweat lining their foreheads. Feeling Odessa clench around him, Stiles quickened his pace a bit, adding a bit more pressure in his thrusts, causing them both to moan into each other's ears. The pace and pressure only built when Odessa whimpered a small, "fuck," into his neck, which drove him over the edge.

After a few more thrusts, the couple groaned as they both reached their highs. Odessa felt her legs tremble at the sensation as Stiles' thrusts became sloppy until he stopped altogether inside of her. As she rode out her high, her boyfriend filled up the condom as they came down together. Breathing in each other—taking each other in.

The rest of the day and night was spent together. They helped each other with aftercare and showered together. They spent their time together whispering sweet nothings and I love you's. When it grew darker, Odessa Stone fell into a peaceful sleep against her boyfriend's chest clad in nothing but a clean pair of underwear and his t-shirt. Nothing could ruin the moment. It was perfect. They were perfect.

They finally got their perfect bliss.

However, no bliss lasts forever. After all, it was still their senior year in Beacon Hills, right? Who knows? Maybe this bliss would all fade into a memory.

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season 5 is now complete.
i'm emotional </3
sigh, now onto season 6
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