**warning: cutie stiles **

Y/N POV

Me and Stiles ran from the doctors, hiding in a supply closet on the school hallway.

Stiles had been breathing heavily, mostly from panic but also from the slight sprint we just did.

"Stiles." I whispered, trying to get him to stop. We'd get caught if they heard us in here.

"I'm trying." He whispered back, his face so close to mine.

Not that I minded but I don't think he thought much of it.

"Well try harder." I snapped, looking down at the bottom of the door. I had yet to see shadows but that doesn't mean they weren't near.

"I- I can't. Nothing's working." He heavily breathed. I suddenly got nervous.

"Panic attack?" I asked, putting my hands on his shoulders.

He quickly nodded, running his hands nervously through his hair.

"Is- is there anything I can do? What helps?" I quickly whispered. He shook his head.

"I've already tried everything... I don't know why they're not working." He whispered, putting his head in his hands.

I began to hear footsteps, echoing down the hallway.

"Now is not the time, Stiles." I quickly whispered, freaking out on the inside.

"You think I'm doing this on purpose?" He snapped, breathing in and out.

I slightly groaned, throwing my head back.

All he has to do is hold is breath, then it's over.

I began to think of ways until I realized I had to do something I'd always wanted to.

Would kissing work?

Worth a shot.

I grabbed his face, pulling his lips to mine. He took a deep breath, and then held it.

I waited until the footsteps subsided, before pulling away.

"What was that?" He asked, staring into my eyes. I got nervous, blurting something out.

"I- was keeping you from breathing. So we wouldn't get caught." I shrugged before slowly opening the door.

"That's- uh really all? That's it?" He stuttered, catching up to me as I was speed walking down the hallway.

"Sure. Maybe. Did you want more?" I asked, still walking towards the exit.

"Well, I mean, did you?" He asked, now walking next to me.

"You could say that." I huffed, opening the doors. He squeezed through behind me, turning me around to him.

"Wait. Did you really?" He asked, staring at me. I felt like I was being interrogated.

  "Why does it matter Stiles? It happened, it's over." I quickly snapped, walking towards his jeep.

  "What matters is that there are multiple different ways to get someone to hold their breath and you chose that one!" He retorted.

"Well, I'm sorry, ok? If you didn't like it that much, you could've just stopped me." I argued, trying to open the passenger door. Locked.

He kept silent.

"Unlock it." I mumbled, tugging the handle more.

"What makes you think I'd want it to stop?" He finally said.

  My head slowly turned towards him. What does he mean?

"Wait, so does that mean you wouldn't have like it if I stopped?" I questioned, my hand slowly dropping from the door as I walked back to him.

"Well, I mean... If that means that I would be ok with it happening and you not stopping it." He stated, avoiding actually saying it.

  My heart fluttered. Was he saying he liked me?

"Does this mean we do it again?" I asked, twiddling my thumbs.

"I guess." He nervously shrugged. He awkwardly stepped closer, putting one hand on the side of my neck and the other on my waist.

  I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, before he groaned.

  "What? Do you not want to?" I suddenly became embarrassed.

  "No, it's just- the neck thing is kinda uncomfortable." He said, almost sounding as embarrassed as I was.

"Oh. Ok." I nodded, putting my hands on his waist instead.

"Yeah, that's better." He mumbled, giving a quick grin.

His face changed again, confused.

"So do I lean left or right? Or do you want to-"

"Stiles. Have you ever kissed a girl?" I asked him. He has no idea what to do.

"Well, every time I did, they kissed me." He sighed, looking down at his shoes. I tilted his face up to mine.

  "Hey." I whispered. "Just follow me."

  I leaned in, touching my lips to his. I softly moved them against his, a small moan coming from him.

  His hands left their awkward places on my body, putting them on each side of my face.

His lips moved against mine, acting as if they'd been doing it for years.

  I pulled him by his waist, closer to me. He kept going, backing me up against the jeep.

My hands held his lower back, pressing him into me. He grinded his hips against mine, pressing me into the jeep even more.

  "Woah." He mumbled as we kissed.

  "Yeah." I smiled, before continuing to kiss him.