Today was the day.

If it were up to me, I would sit in my room wrapped in a blanket under all my covers just waiting for Agent McCall's phone call. But apparently, today wasn't up to me at all. Stiles came into my room before the sun was in the sky and practically stripped my bed of sheets. He claimed we had a big day ahead of us, and that I needed to get dressed in comfortable but warm hiking gear. He then proceeded to leave the lights on, and head downstairs to fix what he called, and I quote, "A feast worthy of explorers."

Sighing, I changed out of my pajamas, all the while magically making my bed instead of leaving the sheets in a pile at the foot of it. Tugging on some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, I moved to the bathroom and brushed out my hair. I was ready in about five minutes, topping off my outfit with a beanie.

"I don't understand," Stiles began as I walked into the kitchen, "Have you ever been hiking?"

I tiredly slid into one of the barstools, "Nope, I've always wanted to. But, I lived in a city."

"Okay so then why do you have the top of the line hiking backpack sitting in your coat closet?" He held up my Osprey and I shrugged.

"I've always wanted to go hiking, and I know we're pretty close to some great parks. I just never really got around to it, actually."

He shook his head, "A crime. It's a crime against yourself, really."

"Sorry I've had things to do here," I moved over to the Keurig on my counter, placing a travel mug underneath it and selecting a roast.

"Well, after today, you will no longer be a virgin," I peered up at Stiles, eyes slightly wide. His face was frozen in shock, the only signs of life being the red replacing his pale demeanor. "A hiking virgin! A hiking... yeah... a... I'm gonna - I'm gonna...." I smiled and turned back to the coffee machine, ignoring the color in my cheeks that surely matched his.

"So where exactly are we going," I asked him, "And is it going to be hot?"

"It's a bit of a surprise, but I promise you're gonna love it."

I grabbed a lid for my mug, "Shall we then?"

Stiles nodded, grabbing both of the backpacks that rested on another counter. He breezed past me to the coat closet, holding out a black jacket for me to take.

I scrunched my eyebrows, "Should I be worried that you seem so comfortable in my house?"

"Nah," He replied, "Although now might be the time to tell you I've had a house key for ages." I paused after reaching out to grab the jacket, the fabric sliding around between my fingers. He sheepishly grinned, "I love you."

"You're being especially jumpy today," I noted, "And tripping over your words more. Is there something you want to tell me?"

His eyes widened before scratching his temple: his tell. "Uh - nope. No, just eager to get on the road."

"Right," I shrugged it off, "So I take it where we're going is a little cold."

"Yep, so you might want to put your jacket on."

"Well, we're still in Beacon Hills, and it's July. I think I'm going to wait on the jacket." I pulled the jacket out of his hands along with my backpack and marched out to the jeep waiting to take us to our secret destination.

"You make a fair point, Child." We climbed into our respective seats, and Stiles pulled out a Mets cap as he glanced at the sun peeking out between the houses in the neighborhood. I smiled at the worn edges of the cap, and let myself forget about what was going on with today as we drove down the nearly empty streets.

*****

After three hours, two stops for gas, a thunderstorm, and a turn around later (it was my first hike, I wasn't going to leave my camera at home), we drove to seemingly just a pull off on the road before Stiles put the jeep in park.

"If this is where you murder me, I wouldn't try it. I've got a lot on you."

"This is it," Stiles ignored me, staring at the enormous tree trunks with fondness that I couldn't quite place. "This is where our day begins."

"Is there even a trail?" I questioned, eyeing the thick foliage with skepticism and slight fear.

"Nah, but we don't really need a trail," Stiles mentioned and I looked back at him.

"This coming from the guy who got lost on the way to Los Angeles even though there were signs on the highway the entire way there?" I scoffed, and Stiles shook his head, still gazing at the trees.

"Trust me, I've hiked here hundreds of times," He mentioned, grabbing his stuff and getting out of the car. I was quick to follow behind him, hopping out into the admittedly cooler air.

"You've been here before?"

He nodded, adjusting his baseball cap, "Yeah. My mom, she used to take me here whenever she wanted to get away from everything. She'd take me up here whenever I had a bad week at school, whenever her bosses commended her on her work. Basically, we looked for any excuse to come up here. We also came up here a lot after she died, so I know this place pretty well," I realized he wasn't staring at the trees with just fondness, it was also nostalgia.

"She told me once I should bring the person I care about most to see what we see here."

"Aw damn, should I go and get Scott?" I joked, and Stiles let out a laugh before nudging me.

"Way to ruin the moment, June."

"You're who I care about most too, you know," I muttered quietly, slipping my hand into his and squeezing. "And I know what you mean about this. Ginny's old apartment building had access to the rooftop, and she built this little garden up there with fairy lights and room to dance. She said when I met someone, I should bring them up there and dance the night away, tell them I love them in that slice of heaven."

We both stood silent for a few moments more, reflecting on our bittersweet pasts. Stiles seemed to remember something before stiffening and staring at me in concern before he visibly relaxed. He gestured before him into the thicket of redwoods that were dying to be explored.

"Shall we?"

*****

"Take a picture, Stiles, it'll last longer," I spoke between bites of food. I was currently perched on a tree branch eating a sandwich from the lunch Stiles had packed me. The boy in question was on a lower tree branch, and from the corner of my peripheral, I could see him watching me while I ate my food.

"Oh - I wasn't - I - yeah okay," Stiles proceeded to stuff his face with food and swallow quickly. I was in the middle of drinking out of my water bottle when Stiles suddenly stood up. He put his backpack on and clumsily climbed up to my tree branch. He sat down opposite of me and watched me finish my lunch. He grabbed at my camera and cheekily snapped a picture of me. I rolled my eyes and put away the rest of my lunch.

We had hiked for about two hours before we had gotten to this point. A lot of tripping over tree roots (mostly me), stopping to stare at some salamanders (mostly Stiles), and hiding under tree branches when it started to rain was what our hike consisted of. We shared many laughs, many pictures, and many kisses. It was a perfect day. Our spot had a canopy of leaves hanging over our heads, sending water droplets out around us. Everything was green and lush, and the water sinking into the ground made all kinds of woodsy smells fill my senses and truly take me away.

Stiles scoot closer to me until our knees were touching. He grabbed at my hands and intertwined our fingers, resting our elbows on our legs. He leaned closer to me, and continued to stare into my eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him quietly, my whisper almost not heard over the sounds of the forest.

"You," He answered, eyes softening to love and a stare I've noticed he saves for me. Color filled my cheeks, and I leaned closer to him ever-so-slightly.

"What about me?"

"I just - I really think my mom would've liked to meet you," I flushed, "And that I wouldn't have wanted to bring anybody else but you here."

I could feel his breath on my face, and I grinned, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else than here with you."

"Really? Because it seemed like you were content with staying in your bed today."

I nudged my knee into his, "Now who's ruining the moment, Stilinski?"

He smirked, and my stomach fluttered, "I'm really glad you came up here with me today, June."

My smiled back, "I'm really glad I came up here with you today, Stiles." My lips finally met his, and his hands rested on my knees while I slid my hands around his neck. We were tragically cut short by a large bird flying by, scaring the bejesus out of Stiles, nearly sending him out of the tree.

*****

Ginny had left a few hours ago, visiting some old friends from college who had moved to Los Angeles. She would be gone for the weekend, and I was honestly terrified. She hadn't gone out much since she came back from the hospital, and was insistent on this girls weekend. I was hesitant, ready to falsely claim I needed her for something for the weekend, but a larger part of me wanted her to forget about today as much as I did.

I was planning on spending the night over at Lydia's on Saturday, she claimed she had something to explain to Kira, Malia, and I about senior year traditions. But for tonight, I was alone. So as soon as Stiles rolled in at around eight that night, I climbed out of the jeep after kissing him good night.

He liked to make sure I got into my house alright, even though he lived right across the street. I paused in my trek to the front door. Quickly, I spun around and paced back to the jeep that still sat in my driveway. Stiles' eyes scrunched together in confusion.

"Do you want to spend the night and watch a movie with me?" And that was how we ended up in my bedroom, a duffel bag in the corner of my room, and a computer between us playing arguably one of the best movies in existence.

"I changed my mind, I wanna go back."

"After the fuss you made about getting left behind?"

"Yeah but that was when I thought I was the crewman that stays on the ship, and something is up there, and it kills me. But now I'm thinking I'm the guy who gets killed by some monster five minutes after we land on the planet." It's at this point that I bury my smile into Stiles' shirt, trying to muffle my giggles.

"You're not gonna die on the planet, Guy."

"I'm not? Then what's my last name?" Stiles let out a chuckle.

"It's uh - uh - I don't know."

"Nobody knows. Do you know why? Because my character isn't important enough for a last name, because I'm gonna die a few minutes in."

"Guy, you have a last name."

"DO I?" Stiles and I were cracking up. "DO I? For all you know I'm 'Crewman Number Six.' Mommy... mommy..." I was interrupted from the genius of Sam Rockwell when I felt my phone vibrate. I only glanced at the name when I froze. I didn't bother to read it before I was off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I half-heartedly told Stiles I'd be right back, and to keep playing Galaxy Quest.

I stared in my mirror for a solid minute before I began pacing back and forth. I had completely forgot that this text was even coming my way. Trying my best to not burn a hole in the bathroom floor, I paced back and forth, slipping into my thoughts, both negative and anxiety-inducing. What seemed to wake me up was the sound of Stiles' laughter at the movie on my laptop.

What I really needed, was to woman up. Just get it out of the way, and for better or worse, read what was coming my way. With shaking fingers, I unlocked the phone and read what Scott's dad had sent to me.

Stiles asking if I was alright was what prompted me to leave the bathroom. Placing my phone at my side, I re-entered my bedroom, slightly tense. I looked over at Stiles, and his eyes fell on me. He quickly paused the movie, and shifted to face me.

"June, are you okay?"

"What was today for, Stiles?" I countered quietly.

"What do you mean, I thought we just were doing something fun." He scratched his temple again, and I flinched in frustration.

"Don't be coy, you're way smarter than you give yourself credit for. Today was all purposeful, don't try to play it off as something less than that. What was today?"

Stiles blew out a breath of air before deflating in posture, "I just - I know you know what today was."

"Today was the part of the trial where Ethan would be declared guilty or innocent," I answered robotically.

"Yeah, that. You might not tell anybody, but I see it. He still affects you," I stared down at my feet, slightly ashamed he could see what I tried to hide.

"Not anymore, really," I shrugged.

He scrunched his eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

I held up my phone, "I just got a text from Agent McCall. He's been updating me on the trial, and he texted me the verdict."

Stiles sat up as straight as possible, "And?"

I smiled, "Guilty on all counts." His body sagged in relief. "He can't hurt anyone anymore for at least another lifetime."

Stiles looked on in what appeared to be guilt, "I just wanted you to have a day where you didn't have to think about him. Where he really couldn't haunt you."

I rolled my eyes, smiling in disbelief, "You are just - you're too much."

"What?" He was getting defensive.

"You're unbelievably good to me. I honestly have no idea what I did to deserve you, Stiles Stilinski."

"Believe me, I ask myself the exact same question about you on like a daily basis."

I stared at him, feeling the tension grow, "I love you."

He advanced, "I love you," was muttered confidently before slamming his lips onto mine. He kissed with vigor, and I kissed back with matching fervor. His large hands gripped onto my waist, and we started walking back to the bed, lips not disconnecting once, and intensity not leaving.

My knees buckled when they met the frame, and we collapsed back onto the slightly messy bed. My hands left Stiles and blindly felt around to shut the laptop and move it under my pillows. I was quick to grip back onto my boyfriend and kiss him some more.

His lips left mine, and I whined slightly in protest. But before I could even breathe, he was on my neck, lips tracing up and down, exploring my skin like we explored the redwoods earlier that day. His lips found a particularly invigorating patch of exposed skin, and he began to investigate further. The hitches in my breathing seemed to lead Stiles in the right direction.

His calloused hands were under my shirt, laying out flat against the expanse of my stomach. As we spiraled further into the moment, his hands creeped upwards, itching to reach a place I desperately wanted him to find. In order to expedite the process and prevent shirt snagging, I opted to remove the piece of clothing altogether.

Loving eyes gazed down at my nearly exposed chest, and back into my eyes. I tugged at the ends of his shirt, and Stiles got the memo. He was speedy in taking off his shirt, and I pulled him by the back of his neck and connected our lips once more.

Several minutes and multiple articles of clothing on my part removed later, I had surely left a hickey on Stiles before moving my hands down his stomach and reaching for his belt. I started unbuckling it when he stopped me, parting from my lips.

"Wait, June. I don't - I don't have a - a-"

"A condom?" I asked, and he nodded. I reached over to my nightstand drawer, searching around until my fingers floated over the metallic packaging. Grasping it, I flashed it in front of Stiles' face, "Got it covered, pun intended."

Stiles smiled, and I kissed him again, trying to get back to where we previously left off. He played along for a bit, kissing me back. It wasn't long until he broke away again, nervously glancing down at me.

"June, there's - I just - I want you to know-"

"You're a virgin," I smacked my hand up to my forehead, "I totally forgot. I'm so sorry." I sat up, facing him, and trying not to smile at the flush on his cheeks.

"Am I that open of a book?"

"No, no," I reassured, "I just pick up on a lot of things. And you get all bashful when I talk about sex, so I figured."

"I just don't want you to think that you're getting someone - experienced - I don't know."

"Stiles, do you not want to do this?" I asked him earnestly.

"No! No, I definitely do, I just... I don't know," He shrugged, placing a hand through his hair, "This actually so embarrassing."

"Not at all, Stiles. It's sex, and you haven't done it before."

"Thank you for reminding me."

"I'm just saying, are you sure you want to do this? You only lose it once, and you should be sure. Absolutely, one hundred percent sure that you want to do it."

He sighed, then shook his head, as if waking up from a daydream, "No. No I want to do this. I want to do this with you."

I quirked an eyebrow, "Are you positive?"

"Are you trying to back out on me now, June?"

I grinned, leaning over to him, "Not a chance, Stilinski."

He placed his lips back on mine, and together, we fell back on the bed. We spent the rest of the night getting properly acquainted with each other, at Stiles' leisure. I'll admit, being with the boy I loved, it made me feel like I was experiencing this for the first time all over again with him, and I couldn't help but think that was what it was supposed to feel like all along.

Shall we get started, then? Xx.