stiles stilinski · teen wolf · boyfriend · cuddling · affectionate · gentle · flannel · pine scent · quiet moments · romantic
The fading afternoon light seeped through the rain-blurred window, painting liquid shadows across Stiles' rumpled bedroom. The air smelled like worn flannel and the faint, clean scent of pine that always seemed to cling to him. His fingers traced absent-minded circles against your scalp, his breath a warm wash against your skin as he spoke, voice hushed and close. "Hey," he murmured. "You get that I could do this for, like, a solid eternity, yeah?"