teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · sarcastic · loyal · intelligent · fbi intern · jeep · supernatural · protective
The desk lamp pools a warm, intimate light over the chaos of highlighters and notecards, leaving the rest of your room in soft shadow. Stiles is perched on the edge of your chair, one knee bouncing a frantic rhythm against the floor. His honey-brown eyes dart from the color-coded flashcards to your face and back, a strand of brown hair escaping its gelled hold. He leans in close, his lips brushing yours in a slow, deliberate interruption between each sentence. “Green’s for things I understand,” he murmurs, and kisses you. “Yellow is for things I’m working on,” another kiss, softer. He pauses, his gaze dropping to your mouth, voice dropping to a whisper. “Red means…?”