"You really are a dick Jackson." I say angrily at the shirtless Jackson.

"Y/n you're overreacting." Jackson says pissed off.

"Shut up Jackson I wear heels bigger than your dick." I say venom dripping from my voice.

*Below is Jackson's reaction*

You see Mr Whittemore here has manipulated my emotions. I don't show much emotion and I have trained myself not to due to the trauma of my past but Jackson here knows my only ex was frigid so he decided to 'arouse' me to prove a point because I was having a down day and was saying no one would love me. This is how he repays me. Nowt happened to me but I knew what he was doing, flirting and being his stupid charming handsome self. He's only doing it to wind me up.

"You haven't seen it so you wouldn't know Y/n." Jackson laughs.

"This isn't funny. You're not going to jump on me so I'm not seeing it." I say furious crossing my arms.

"I won't jump on you, unless you ask me." Jackson says into my ear.

I push him away, "Give over." I say bitterly.

Jackson struts to the other side of the room frustratingly.

"You forget I'm a werewolf babe I can sense everything you feel." Jackson says.

"You're a jackass..." I put my head in my hands.

"You know I have feelings for you." Jackson says honestly.

"W-"

"Oh fuck it."

Jackson struts over to me and quick as a whip he places his hand on my neck then his eyes flashes amber. Then he kisses me, hard. He pulls me close then pins me against the walls with my hands above my face. His muscular arms snake around my waist and run up and down my back. Jackson moves them hips and guides me to join him as we ever so slightly grind. Jackson kisses me harder as he let's my arms go and clutches my face whilst he rakes his strong hands through my hair. Then his hands goes down my sides and slides back up. We make out for a while, only breaking for a second to breathe. Jackson being the werewolf has more endurance than me.

*GIFS below is the kiss I'm describing*
**Apart from ignore who he is kissing in them**
***Jackson in my imagine is topless***

"Jackson..." I gasp.

He pulls away but not before leaving his lips lingering on mine. Jackson leaves his forehead lingering on mine, both of us breathing heavy with our breath mixing together.

"I love the way I make you feel." Jackson says huskily.

"I-I love it-t too." I stutter.

"Listen Y/n I-" Jackson starts.

My phone rings out just as Jackson could have admitted other things. He says he has feelings for me. I mean I always hoped but I'd never thought it happen especially like this on an emotional hideout with him admitting it. Always thought his ego could possibly stop him.

"Y-yes hello?" My voice shakes.

Jackson walks away raking his strong hand through his hair.

"Y/n you guys got to get back now. Scott's hurt. We need Jackson to fight." Derek says urgently.

Jackson rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to behind my ear. He then starts peppering kisses down my neck, each getting longer and harder.

"Jackson I'm talking to Derek." I say to him as I'm frozen in place.

"I know." Kisses and slightly sucks my collar bone, "We're in the middle of something." Jackson says loudly to Derek.

"Jackson-" I moan involuntarily, "I need to concentrate." I gasp.

"I'm happy you two are doing whatever but Jackson needs to come back-"

"What about me?" I question interrupting Derek.

Jackson starts to really kiss to cause hickeys.

"Stay there." Derek says simply.

"No I'm coming home too. You guys need my help and I can't stay here, it's too painful without Jackson here too. Plus they might find me alone here. Goodbye." I end the call.

Jackson stops, "You mean that Y/n?" He asks so vulnerable.

"Of course." I breathe heavy.

Stupid Jackson and his hickey-making mouth and them abs and... I'm going on a tangent here but still, them abs...

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Flights and flying for me is hell. I don't mind heights its more the flying part and that we can crash. Me and Jackson have started to hold hands wherever we go and we feel really coupley. I mean now I look back we really did seem like a couple, that was hooking up. Speaking of that much to Jackson's annoyance I booked us a same day flight so we should arrive back in America tomorrow afternoon. Jackson's and mine's hormones may have gotten what we wanted because the sexual tension was unbearable so that's what we did all day. I was a virgin till Jackson over here Mr five times in a row. Needless to say I'm very achy but I had a lot, a lot, of fun.

"It's okay Y/n." Jackson says reassuringly as I squeeze his hand all tense.

"Easy for you to say you're not afraid of flying." I say tensely.

"I have a distraction technique in mind." He smirks mysteriously.

This 'technique' was making out with me whilst we took off with reassurance in between kisses. To be fair to Jackson, it worked. This guy definitely knows me the best. We are best friends after all. The flight seems much shorter on the way back. Me and Jackson talked and talked. We also watched two of the Harry Potter films and I fell asleep on Jackson.

"We're landing." I say hardly hearing anything because my ear popped.

As soon as we touch the ground my ears popped back to normal.

"You did it!" Jackson smiles.

We hug but it's a different kind of hug than before we left for England. We're pulling each other closer in proximity even though there's no room left. Jackson may seem quite cocky and confident but he is very sweet, protective and insecure.

We get into the departure lounge and there waiting is Stiles and Lydia. I personally ship them but currently Stiles is with Malia. I love Mal but I don't think they will last and I think that Stiles and Mal knows that too.

I drop my bags and run to Lydia who embraces me in a crushing hug. Meanwhile Stiles shakes Jackson's hand. Jackson was never a hugger nor much into contact unless he was in a relationship. Jackson shaking your hand with a smile is a huge deal and everyone knows it. I did miss Lydia though and Mal. After all, I haven't seen them in nearly a month. Afterwards I give Stiles a big hug whilst Jackson and Lydia exchange pleasantries. They did not have a nice breakup two years ago. They both knew they were going out because of popularity and status. However, they are still good friends but like I said Jackson isn't a hugger.

"Hey I missed you." Lydia squeals as Stiles takes my bags.

The lads walk ahead talking whilst me and Lydia chat too.

"I miss you too. And the pack. I missed home."

Even though I'm English, grew up there it isn't my home. I have no ties there other than bittersweet memories and my family's grave.

America is my home.

Beacon Hills is my home.

Jackson is my home.

Part five is the last I promise unless you guys and girls want more? Let me know in the comments.