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TITLE: Coyote Pretty

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Teen Wolf

SHIP: Stiles / Malia

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: S3, EP20

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS: S3, EP20. Malia and Stiles develop their attraction further after the events at Eiken House.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before-hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Chapter 1

Stiles sat on the edge of his bed, the book for the homework reading he had intended to do unopened at his side and watched as Malia played with her newfound ability to control part of her transformation, making her claws appear and disappear. The sight should be terrifying, but he found it adorably cute. He was starting to have to admit to himself that the girl that had so spectacularly joined their little group fascinated him and more. She could be irksome at times, but it just seemed to add to her charm. Scott had said his goodbyes and left, but still she remained and he had no inclination to have her leave as well.

She somehow managed to have a cute, delighted little smile on her lips even as her teeth pinned the lower one with concentration while her large, expressive brown eyes shone with delighted joy. He could vividly remember how soft and warm her lips were and the way they had trembled when she had taken her first kiss from his lips. He sometimes felt a little guilty about that, wishing he had somehow done it better even though she had been the one to initiate it.

He shifted in his seat as his dick started to stiffen at the memory of their little interlude on the sofa in the basement of Eiken House which that kiss had sparked. Her taste and scent seemed to once again fill his mouth and nostrils. The feel and heat of her lithe, curvy body under his as they had made out and let their hands roamed in exploration, moving from the innocent to the erotic. Her skin had been very smooth and warm despite her protestation of always being cold. Her breasts were a perfect handful her nipples responsive to his touch, growing under the ministrations of his thumbs even through the material of her brassier.

They had stayed mostly clothed and the steam from the shower early had been scintillatingly concealing, so he still wondered what they looked like, exactly, and what colour they were. He had loved the little sounds she'd made as they had kissed and dry humped.

"You're staring." Malia stated in her direct, almost accusatory manner, which was somehow annoying and endearing at the same time. It took him a moment to understand what she meant and shake himself to actually stop. He also shifted and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide the embarrassing bulge in the front of his jeans.

"Errrrrr… Am I? Sorry… Didn't mean to." He replied and would have struck himself on the forehead if he didn't know it would make him look even more foolish than he had just sounded.

"Do you like the way I look? Do you think I'm pretty? " She enquired, tilting her head to the side causing her wealth of dark, honey-caramel tresses to cascade around one side of her face while her eyes narrowed at him in scrutiny. He drew breath to answer and then hesitated because of how emphatically he wanted to reply in the positive. He watched her nose twitch and her nostrils flare as she sniffed before the quality of the smile on her lips changed and her eyes left his face sliding lower.

"Oh crap." He groaned inwardly as he realized he couldn't hide his arousal from her heightened senses.

"Were you thinking about what we did at Eiken House?" She asked another question without waiting for him to answer her first ones.

"Errrrrr… Maybe." He admitted as noncommittally as he could, a little taken back that she could so accurately peg what he was thinking about, when she seemed to actually pause for an answer this time while chastising himself to not start every sentence to her with "Errrrr".

"I do too, sometimes. I”t was nice. I liked it. She admitted freely, tilting her head slowly in the opposite direction and he could have sworn she shifted to rub her legs together before she stepped closer. With, a shrug of her shoulders, she let her denim jacket drop to the floor.

Stiles found himself starring again as he could see her nipples make two distinct peeks in the light camisole top she wore underneath. His ever-practical, teenage male brain immediately calculated a 96 percent probability that she wasn't wearing a bra. He suppressed a groan as his still stiffening dick twitched against the confines of his shorts and jeans as his eyes slid down to the slow, seductive sway of her hips. He couldn't stifle it again as she straddled his legs and slowly lowered herself onto his lap with a quite, breathy little sigh of her own.

His hands moved on their own account and came to rest on the upper curve of her hips, his thumbs finding and stroking the inch of bare skin between the hem of her top and the waistband of her jeans as her breath washed over his lips as hers hovered mere inches away from them and they stared into each other's eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked even though he had a perfectly good idea of what she wanted and quite surprised at how steady his voice was considering how fast his heart was racing and that all his blood seemed to be rushing south to make his erection strain his pants and press against her welcome heat.

“Like I told you at Eiken House, I still want to try more things, Stiles." She informed him softly and slowly rocked her hips to grind against the now achingly hard erection in his pants before her face started toward his. He met her halfway and they moaned in unison as their heads tilted and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Her arms encircled him and her hands clutched at his back and shoulder while his hands slid around and down to cup her shapely, denim-clad behind and pulled her tighter against him as they slowly writhed while their tongues and lips explored, licked, sucked, tangoed and wrestled.

They kissed hard and hungry until they were both breathing hard and still she gave a little dissatisfied whine when he drew back, panting in need of air. His dick throbbed against the delicious heat and pressure of her weight on his lap and he could feel the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest as he continued to hold her tight against him. He relaxed his grip only when she disentangled her arms from around him and he prepared himself for the loss of her getting off his lap.

But, after worrying at her full, now kiss-swollen lower lip for a moment, all she did was raise her arms up above her head and look at him expectantly. It took him a moment to realize what she wanted and taking a deep breath, he grasped the hem of her top and slowly drew it up and off over her head. Stiles meant to keep his eyes on her face as her dark mane settled back around it in soft waves and she lowered her arms, but his curiosity got the better of him. Her nipples were brown, and about the size and diameter of the first join of his little finger perched on top of slightly paler inch wide areola.

"They're brown and perfect." He stated softly with awe, and out loud without meaning to and he shifted his eyes back to hers in concern for his lack of propriety.

"Did I just say that out loud?" He queried and she nodded while an amused and pleased smile played on her lips and lit up her eyes.

"Well, they are." He confirmed in a much louder voice deciding to just go with it, and her smile widened.

"Thank you. Now lift your arms." She instructed and he frowned even as his arms lifted without his conscious command.

Malia reached forward and with swift sure movements freed the hem of his tee from his jeans and pulled it up and off over his head and then tossed it aside. Her actions made him realize that he was still holding her top and he dropped it to the bed next to him before he leaned forward and captured her lips once more. He liked the way that the warm pillows of her breasts flattened against his chest and the hard points of her nipples rubbed against him as they ground against each other. Her back was a smooth, silky expanse of skin and shifting muscles underneath his hands.

He was the one to make a sound of displeasure when she wound her fingers into his hair and none too gently pulled his head back and his lips from hers. But, before he could voice his protest, she guided his head lower and his lips to the pulse point at the side of her neck and he understood what she wanted. He let his tongue swirl, his teeth nip and scrape, and his lips suck as he worked his way downward in slow exploration while they continued to rock and grind against each other. Her scent was clean and sweet, honey and vanilla with something undefinable that tantalized and excited, as his nose brushed across her smooth skin.

Her back arched and she let out a long shuddering breath when he nuzzled and then flicked his tongue along the shadowy valley of her cleavage. He deferred to the guidance of her fingers flexing in his hair to let his lips slide to the stiff nipple on her left breast.

"Oh!" She gasped softly and her hand flexed to pull his face closer as he sucked the turgid tip into his mouth and nipped lightly at it before letting his tongue flick and roll it. He had to fight her grip a little in order to switch to her right breast, but he managed it. Her hand relaxed and she made the soft, breathy little noises of delight that had haunted his dreams since Eiken House as he explored the firm globes of her breasts with one of his hands and paid alternating attention to her swollen nipples with his mouth.

His dick was in delicious torture, throbbing, twitching, drooling and so hard it hurt a little as she rocked and rolled her hips to grind against it and he groaned against or around her sweet flesh. With, regret and some effort, he relinquished her breast and worked his way back up to her lips. He grabbed her ass and dropped back, drawing her with him in order to scoot back and move then onto the bed proper. They wriggled and squirmed, giggling and groaning, partially to get onto the bed and partially to just keep rubbing up against each other. By some synchronised instinct their need allowed them to shuck off their shoes as they went.

They came to rest on their side and he sucked in a sharp breath when she snaked her hand down between then and caressed the length of his straining erection through the denim of his jeans. With, dexterous fingers she deftly unbuckled his belt, undid his jeans and lowered his zipper. He sighed at the release of pressure and then moaned as it was promptly, and delightfully replaced by exploring pressure from Malia's warm hand digging into his shorts.

Stiles knew where they were heading and really wanted them to go there, but a traitorous little voice at the back of his mind warned that Malia was really new at this and that rushing things might ruin their relationship. And that shocked him a little he wanted a relationship with her… He wanted her to be his girlfriend.

"Are we really doing this?" He asked, surprised at how steady his voice was, on a slow heavy exhalation as she slowly stroked him and his dick throbbed again her wonderful grip and the pleasurable friction that it created while his hands rested on the button of her jeans.

"You… You don't want to?" She asked with a hesitant tremor in her voice, and her hand stilled and for the first time he could see trepidation in her big, expressive brown eyes.

"God, No… Damn… I mean yes… I really want to be with you like that… Like this… There's no doubt about that. No doubt at all.” and his dick twitched in her hand as if to make the point for him. "It's… It's just… I… I really like you and this is a big deal and… And, I don't want to ruin… I don't know what your expectations are here, Malia." He found himself trying to explain in fits and starts, perfectly aware that he was possibly talking himself out of the greatest experience of his young life, but determined to make sure he wasn't taking advantage of her. Her eyes went soft and affectionate before they dropped away from his for a moment. When they returned to his all signs of trepidation was gone and were once again replaced with heated desire.

"I really like you too, Stiles and… And, it… it doesn't have to be anything more than here and now… I want this and I want it to be with you." She stated clearly as her hand started to move with renewed purpose.

He started to open his mouth to vehemently explain that he was all for them exploring a relationship, which still kind of shocked and pleased him, but her soft lips and probing tongue silenced him.

"No more talking, Stiles." She purred after nipping his lower lip and squeezing him quite firmly as she broke their kiss.

"No more talking." He confirmed and her back arched, with a breath sound of approval, to press the flesh of her breast into his eager mouth as he swooped down to capture and suck at one of her taut nipples. He fumbled blindly at the buttons of her jeans with limited success and with both reluctance and eagerness started to work his way lower. He loved the way her muscles shuddered slightly and her breath hitched, under his sucking lips and swirling tongue as he worked his way over her ribs and then the gentle curve of her smooth belly.

He groaned when he shifted out of her reach and the material of his shorts felt infinitely rougher than her hand against his sensitive shaft. She squirmed when he took a few moments to explore the indent of her bellybutton before moving on to the task of undoing her pants. After, a brief pause, he had the brilliant presence of mind to remove his own trousers before returning to the task of removing hers.

The buttons finally co-operated and she was quick to lift her behind in order for him to pull the garment down off her hips and ass, and then drag it down her shapely legs. He let his hands explore the sumptuous curves of her legs as he worked his way back up to her hips and the waistband of her panties. She nodded as his hands paused and he smiled up at her. She bit her lower lip as he let his fingertip glide back and forth along the skin under the waistband of her underwear. She lifted her behind again and he finally peeled her panties down off her hips.

His nose was drawn by the tantalising scent that wafted off her as he slid her undergarment down her thighs and his lips followed. Her hips jerked and she gasped his name softly as he planted a kiss on the triangle of fine down that were her pubes and again when he moved them lower to find the dewy petals of her sex. He wasn’t sure what he was doing or what he had expected, but instinct or the years of internet porn seemed to kick in as he explored her. His hands moved of their own accord to work her panties the rest of the way down her legs as his attention became riveted on her sex.

She tasted exotic and delicious, it wasn’t any flavour he could quite define, lots of hints and traces, but something all its own, but he knew he liked it. The spicy aroma of her arousal, had him breathing deep. Her body reacted to the journey of his tongue, tensing and relaxing, jerking and shuddering, and flooding as he explored her. The way her breathing changed and the breathy, moaning, mewling sounds she made and the way she haltingly said his name, all encouraged him to be bolder. He lapped and sucked and he drank her down with relish, his own arousal growing with the pleasure he was giving her. He was flabbergasted when he heard her say stop and her fingers wound into his hair to draw his face up and off her. He fought her grip for a moment, not quite able to process what she wanted.

He had to blink a few time to focus and his eyes widened at the flushed, predatory look on Malia’s face, surprised her eyes weren’t glowing blue as her hands shifted to cup his cheeks and pull him back up along her body. Once he was moving without her urging, her hand slid down to his hips and the waistband of his shorts to stretch and tug them off. Balancing on his forearm, he worked his shorts the rest of the way off and then they were both naked with him between her legs and hovering over her.

“I… I need to get a condom. They’re in my desk draw.” He informed her as he managed to break the mesmerising effect of the way she was looking up at him and finally, truly admitting to himself that they were actually going to go all the way.

“I’m on the pill, Stiles.” She countered and he blinked and swallowed heavily as she reached between them and gently grasped his cock to guide him lower and forward.

“I should…” He began, feeling that he should be taking more charge, but his words became a moan as liquid heat and selling flesh caressed the he’d of his dick as she slid him through her folds and seated him at her entrance. Despite her boldness, he could see his own nervousness reflected in her large, expressive eyes.

“Malia. we don’t…” He again started, not wanting it to be mistake for either of them, even though he trembled with the desire to drive his hips forward into the inviting, slick heat of her sex and the fulfilment of a long time dream with someone he really wanted to share it with.

“Kiss me.” She demanded quietly even as she released him and her hand slid around him to cup his ass. He complied immediately, lowering his face to have his lips meet hers as they rose. His sigh echoed hers and vibrated their lips against each other as the shift pressed him just a little into her.

Stiles lifted his lips from hers as her fingers flexed and his hips followed their unspoken command and he thrust slowly forward. Malia’s breath hitched on a gasp as she tensed beneath him, her hips rising to accept him, while his own gusted from his lips and nose as steamy pressure and delicious friction surrounded his rock hard, throbbing member by slow degrees.

His eyes met and held hers as he filled her and she enveloped him at a slow, measured pace dictated by the grip and pull of her fingers on his behind. Little electric shocks of pleasure made his spine twitch as he focused on her and waited for the awkward moment of reaching the barrier of her virginity, but it never came. He took and released a deep breath as his crotch pressed tight to hers and with a heavy exhalation she relaxed under him. He was relieved at not having to cause her that pain, yet at the same time it bothered him, but only briefly. The snug embrace of her centre flexed and twisted along his length as she adjust to him and he could not quite stop his hips from rocking in response.

He wanted to ask her if she was okay, but the brightness of her eyes and the smile that curved her beautiful, kiss-swollen lips even while she pinned the lower one behind her teeth, told him all he need to know. He was surprised at how relatively calm and in control of himself he was considering the momentous event that had just taken place.

“God, you are incredible, amazing and beautiful.” He complimented her, not censoring the thought that hammered at his mind as he looked down at her. And, it would have amused him if it did not endear her to him so much that despite the intimacy of him being inside her that he could still see her blush through the flush of her arousal.

“You are.” He emphasised before he moved his hand to cradle the top of her head as one of her hands slid up his back to his neck. He didn’t need her urging to lower his head and kiss her again. The firm pillows of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples pressed into his chest as they breathed deeply in unison.

“Thank you.” She said shyly before she opened her legs a little further as she wrapped them around his and slowly rocked her hips to let him know she was ready for more. He nipped at her lower lip and she flicked her tongue across his as he raised his head and tentatively took control of the rocking of his hips to create slow, shallow thrusts. It took some experimenting as he lengthened his strokes and a few false starts and adjustments, but soon, they found the synced, rock and roll- push and pull- pump and grind rhythm of young lovers. She moaned deep in her throat, her head pressing back into the pillow and her hands clutched at him as they moved together with increasing fervour.

He nuzzled, sucked and licked at the exposed column of her neck, her silky hair tickling the skin of his cheek while he let his hand caress the side curve of her behind on its way to finding and massaging the the back of her thigh as as they moved together in a horizontal dance as old as time, yet as new as the first day of spring. Each journey to her core and the retreat from it through the slick, hot, embrace of her snug channel sent exquisite lashes of sexual energy whipping out along his nerves and pooling in his balls.

His balls soon began to boil, tight with the need for release as surge after surge of delightful, fiery pleasure arched out from their connection of sex, flesh meeting flesh and friction of skin on skin. Yet, he found a modicum of control, a way to stall the inevitable by immersing himself in her. The scent of sex that surrounded them and mingled with the vanilla of her body lotion and the honey of her shampoo. The silk of her skin against his, its taste on his lips and tongue. Her lips and tongue when they met for brief, hungry kisses. The bite of her fingers as they tested his muscles or dragged along his skin. The flex and relax of her muscles in tandem with his. The breathy timber of her voice as she moaned, gasped, groaned or hissed or delivered encouragements or dire admonishments were he to stop.

All of these things allowed him to deal with his own ragged breathing, racing heart, the urge to move faster and the biological urge to release himself in her. His senses were more alive than they had ever been and a strange, small, detached little part of his mind wondered what it must be like for her with her already heightened ones. That same little voice also honestly reminded him that, yes, in part, he was trying his hardest to give Malia the experience she deserved, but he simply did not want it to end yet… Or ever. He was having the most amazing experience of his young life. All these thoughts skipped across his consciousness, whispers behind the roar of one single one: “I’m having sex!!”

Time became meaningless. All there was, was her, her taste, her scent, her sounds and the feel of her, all in wonderful context with his and what they were sharing. Nature is a cruel and unrelenting task master and more than a match for the will of a teenage male. Inevitably, he was panting and grunting, air seeming to be in short supply, sweat stung his eyes and his blood pounded in his ears before his body began to shake with the strain of exertion, the overload of stimulation and the contradiction of wanting to continue, yet also find completion.

“St… Stiles… it’s… So… So good… I’m… I… Just… Let… Let go… I… Just… Just…” Malia urged breathlessly. He heard the words, but his brain seemed unable to process them until she let out a mewling cry and her body tensed and shuddered arching up against his. And, with that, it became a moot point.

Her sex tightened, twisted and rippled around him and biology overcame will. He couldn’t quite bite back the cry that bubbled up his throat as his back too arched and his hips pumped frantically as his climax exploded from him in heavy spurts and through him in an electric lightning storm of release. Pleasure close to pain surged through him in powerful pulses as he emptied himself into Malia and he soared on those waves, joyous and exultant in those perfect moments. His world went white and blurry while his muscles twitched as they tensed and relaxed under the onslaught of sensation.

His climax ran its course and in relinquishing its control of his body, took its power and his strength with it. With a deep grunt, he barely managed to catch his weight as he started to slump onto her. He hissed and she moaned as, using the last reserves of his strength he withdrew from her as he rolled off her and onto his back beside her. His dick twitched in the relatively cool air which accented the loss of the steamy heat of her snug embrace. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing as he stared up at his ceiling, trying to process the enormity of what had just transpired.

He still half-expected to wake up, alone and with sticky shorts, but finally dismissed the doubt. His imagination just wasn’t that good as he replayed each moment of what they had done. The warm weight of her resting against him, the feel of the soft down of her pubes and the moist result of what they had done, the undefinable, yet unmistakable perfume of warm skin, sex and exertion that surround them and the way his entire body still thrummed with the sensations he had experienced combined to convince him it was all real.

“Come here.” He told her softly as soon as he could find the breath to form the words, the touch of her shoulder against his way too little contact. She lifted her head onto his shoulder and he let his hand slide down her back to curl his arm around her as she pressed against his side and partly draped herself over him with a quiet sigh. With a grunt, some effort and a little help from her, Stiles managed to gather and wrap some of the covers around them, acutely aware of Malia’s feminine curves as she snuggled against him.

“You okay?” He asked in gentle concern as their breathing returned to normal and the silence stretched out. She giggled and he found himself frowning at the top of her head, but let out a soft sigh as she pressed her lips to his skin in a warm kiss.

“Stiles, to say I am okay would be like calling an atom bomb a firecracker… I’m… great, wonderful, fantastic… That… That was just… Just amazing… I wasn’t expecting… Is… Is it always like this?” She answered him and queried with bubbling excitement.

“I… it was amazing… You’re amazing and… And, I couldn’t say. This… This was a first for me too, but I really hope so.” He admitted freely as he hugged her even closer to him and he felt her lips curve into a smile against his skin.

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