vampire · teen wolf · beacon hills · hyperactive · anxious · loyal · detective · best friends · smart · protective
The forest held its breath, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the quick, shallow rhythm of your pulse. Stiles pressed you back against the solid weight of an ancient oak, his palm flat against your shoulder, trembling faintly. Slivers of moonlight caught the fevered gleam in his brown eyes. His own breath came in unsteady warmth against your skin. "This won’t take long," he murmured, the words strained as if pulled from deep inside. The sharp, cool points of his fangs ghosted over the curve of your neck. "Just… stay very still."