"So, are you and Stiles dating?" Scott asks bluntly, and I'm surprised at how much I want that answer to be yes.
"Stiles hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet…I guess I could ask him to be mine…but I'm an old fashioned girl." Erica's response is playfully teasing.
'Scott wants to butt in on me and Erica…I'll butt in on him and Alison.'
"What about you and Alison, Scott? Or was her wearing your shirt when I picked you up from the animal clinic last night…a fluke?" I look at Scott through the rearview mirror. His eyes glow and intense yellow and like a ripple in the surface of a calm lake when something disturbs it, Scott's face changes into that of his inner beast.
I blink and Scott is back to normal except for the dimly lit yellow eyes.
"Don't pick on Scott, just because you're jealous of Alison, you know you're the only one Scott loves." Erica snickers, as both Scott and I whip around to look at her.
"That's not funny Erica." Scott and I tell her in unison, both of us cast a side eye at one another and pointedly turn to look directly in front of us, my eyes glance in the rearview and I swear it almost looks like Scott is blushing.
'Scott…being gay would kinda make sense…and I can definitely picture Scottson or Derott…' I think and decide that if Scott is gay I'd support him…it has absolutely nothing to do with wanting Allison for myself.
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Melissa short pov
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'I can't believe I came like that from Stiles's massage…or that I let him carry me to bed and strip my clothes off…but God it felt so good feeling his desire for me, his hungry eyes, his hands on my ass…the gentle way he cleaned me up and dressed me.' I say in my head because talking about this out loud would make the things that happened last night all that much worse.
My right forearm covers my eyes while my left slides down from my stomach, and underneath my panties…the panties Stiles dressed me in, 'Stiles who is my son in all but blood and legalise…' My core tingles the phantom sensations of Stiles's hands on my body, I feel myself growing more and more around thinking about my handsome boy and his magic hands.
"Stiles, don't stop." I call out softly as my index, middle and ring fingers begin to rub circles against my rapidly dampening vulva and labia.
"Oh, rub mommy's pussy." I moan as I slip my middle finger inside of myself.
'Oh baby, you fill Mommy so full, you're such a big boy, bigger than Scott's father!" The words just tumble out of me as I remember just how big Stiles felt through his sweatpants.
I come undone within seconds of lightly fingering myself and rubbing my clit.
"What is wrong with me?" I cry out as tears start to run down the sides of my face, "Masturbating to my son's best friend, a boy I've helped raise and before now have thought of as a son."
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"Hey Scott what happened on the field yesterday? after Stiles left I talked to Harley…and she told me you sprained his rotator cuff." Erica suddenly asks and I look in the rearview mirror at Scott.
"Erica…rember how I told you about werewolves?"
"Yeah, but what does…?"
"Scott was bitten by a werewolf the other night when we went to the reserve to try and find the missing half of a dead girl's body…he was in transition until last night when he turned for the first time."
"Oh, your best friend is a werewolf now and you're a Grimm…I'm the only normal person in this car." Erica mutters in a resigned way.
"Babe, you aren't normal…you're perfect just the way you are." I say cheesily and get a small amused chuckle from Erica and an affectionate eye rolling.
Scott makes a gagging sound from the backseat, "Stop it, you're making me sick, and I'm not a werewolf." Scott mutters, which makes Erica giggle.
'Wait, why do I feel embarrassed…this is Dogboy stalker creep talking out his ass.' I think and shrug Scott off, Erica scoots as close to me as she can and leans her head against my shoulder while wrapping her arms around my left arm and pulls it against her pillowy cleavage.
"Denial is the first stage of grief." I murmur while thinking about how Scott's "ordinary, normal" life is over.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Scott asks me, confusion clear in his voice.
'Good thing I don't need both hands to drive.' I hear a very low growl from Scott and when I look up to see him in the rearview mirror, he's glaring at Erica.
'The shit man, I was just kidding about the possibility of him being gay, or maybe it's like when I'd bring a girl I was dating around my dogs for the first few times, they were wary of them and untrusting…aww, Scott's a protective puppy right now that doesn't want to share his best friend with Erica.'
"Scottie my boy, you got bit by a massive red eyed wolf with the bright waxing moon high in the sky, and now you can see, hear and smell things that you shouldn't need or be able to hear, see and smell, you're stronger, faster, and you don't need your inhaler every few hours anymore, face it Scott you're a werewolf." I say to him as we pull into the school parking lot.
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The three of us walk into the school, Scott heads to the cafeteria to get something to eat with a complicated contemplating expression on his face.
While I drag Erica off to an empty classroom, so that I can switch places with my clone and have him go through the school day.
Using the lockpick set I'd inherited from Stiles I open the door to one of the three chemistry labs the school has.
Erica and I enter the lab, and I close the door quietly,
"I didn't know you could pick locks." Erica hums and I can tell me being a bit of a bad boy was arousing to Erica.
"Yeah, should see me with a pair of handcuffs." I joke playfully, while turning to look at Erica who's breathing became heavy, her face is flushed and her eyes are filled with interest.
Resting my hands on Erica's hips I walk her back until her back presses against the wall near the door frame, removing my right hand from Erica's hip I bring it up and brush some hair away from the right side of her neck, and lean in like I'm going to kiss her lips, but I move off course and start placing kisses along her throat, "Oh, Stiles we shouldn't we're at school." Erica's protest is surprisingly innocent if shaky and weak, as my lips start to move up her neck.
"Maybe tonight…I can teach you some tricks for getting out of handcuffs, being a girl some of them will be more feasible for you than me." I ask teasingly while brushing my lips along the ridge of her ear before teasing her earlobe between my teeth.
"Stiles." Erica calls out my name in a pitiful moan and wiggles in place, voice husky and filled with need.
'I really did a number on her…'
"Whoops, look at that time for class." I tease as the first bell of the day rings, which means get your butt to class or detention.
Staring at the chem lab door the door to my loft opens and my clone walks out, "It's not fair you get to do fun things while I have to go to class, it's too bad you can't give me the ability to make my own clone…" Erica complains while looking a little hopeful.
"Sorry, even if it is possible I have no idea how…I'd love me some double Erica time." I apologize and snicker as I have a no filter moment and speak my thoughts out loud.
"Perv." Erica mumbles but kisses me on the lips anyways, "Mhmm, proud to be one too, meet me here for lunch I'll make you something, and again at the end of the day…and we can go chill in the loft." I joke playfully before turning a bit serious, while offering to make Erica lunch.
"Just chill?" Erica asks me and though I can tell that she's a little embarrassed she is putting on a very sensual air.
"Well, we could work on becoming more intimate…you know, for your healing." I murmur and struggle not to smirk at Erica's cute pout.
"You're not trying that again without getting a couple of days of rest." Erica's response is firm with no room for argument, "But…that doesn't mean we can't cuddle…and chill..." Erica continues her response to me teasing, though her eyes promise that cuddling isn't going to be just cuddling.
'Naughty girl.'
"Mmm, can't wait…" I mutter, and quickly kiss Erica one last time before stepping away from her, and through the loft's door, while my clone remained behind with Erica and escorts a happy and slightly self conscious Erica to her homeroom class holding her hand.
After dropping Erica off at the classroom much to the interest of every guy and girl in ninth through twelfth grade that saw them...us together, my clone head to the homeroom he... we're supposed to be in, grabbing a desk at bit quite the back of class but close to it my clone sits down and waits for students to finish trickling in.
Scott walks in with a pensive expression on his face and sits behind my clone in our homeroom class, while Allison sits at the front of the class. "I told Coach I can't play the game on Friday, He's not going to, not let me play without kicking me off of the team."
'This is happening a little early isn't?' I wonder as I'm cleaning a whole chicken, and about to put it in a crockpot, once the chicken is firmly in the crockpot I take a little bit of control over my clone.
"Scott, where did this come from?"
"I-I think you're right…that I'm a werewolf…and I'm worried, I'll hurt someone if I play on Friday." Scott murmurs softly.
"You're making the right choice Scott…I'll figure something out for helping you, get some semblance of control over your new abilities…you probably should consider not going to the party with Allison on Friday especially if you don't play." I say and Scott starts growling at me.
'Scott you're lucky I got Stiles's memories and see you as a little brother now, if I didn't I'd beat your ass for growling at me...'
"Scott you're my best friend...my brother and I love ya, but if you growl at me again I'm going to roll up a phone book and teach you some manners." I grumble threateningly, and Scott's little growling immediately stops.
"S-sorry, I don't know what's happening to me." Scott whimpers in a murmur and sounds like he's about to start crying, "Just think about something that calms you down, when breath through your mouth slow even breaths." I tell Scott as the english teacher walks in he's an older plain looking man I don't remember from the show.
"I hope you all did the reading last night, as there is a pop quiz, today." The English teacher calls out and I let my clone assert control over itself, as I go to the sink to wash the raw chicken residue off of my hands.
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My day seems to fly by, and before I know it, it's lunch time and I'm just putting the finishing touches on, chicken gravy with dumplings, when my clone opens a doorway into the loft for Erica, so we can have lunch together.
"Aren't you going to eat too?" Erica asks my clone just as he was about to shut the door after her, "My body gets it's sustenance from the boss, I only need to eat if he becomes incapacitated." My clone replies for me.
"Oh, would you like to eat with us?" Erica doesn't give up and my clone mentally looks to me for permission, which I grant by splitting my consciousness between both body's, even though it is a bit confusing and stressful to have it split and process the two different sensory inputs from what seems like the same but also differing perspectives.
Carrying the large crock of chicken dumplings to the table as my clone fetches dishes and cutlery.
The three of us sit down to eat and I find myself staring at Erica as she makes, very sensual noises as she eats my cooking, "Okay you can stop flattering me, I know my food's not that good." I grumble and my spoken words come out of both mouths.
"Stiles, most of my meals come from the freezer or boxes...besides restaurants, these two meals you've made me are the closest thing to home cooked meals I've ever had."
Erica tells me and I suddenly feel bad, for even opening my mouth... mouths.
"Well, I guess I could be persuaded into making you at least one home cooked meal a day..." I try to be playful, but seeing Erica's forlong somewhat spaced out expression ruins it.
"Erica?" I call out to the girl.
"Hmm, Stiles would you want to date a girl...like me? Scott asking if we were dating this morning, got me thinking and a few of the girls, that I talk to are really interested in our status, I mean I know we're doing things so that you can fix me...but, what about afterwards...will we just fade out of each other's lives?" Erica starts to cry.
"I really like you Stiles and...even if you can't fix me...I want to keep spending time with you, kissing you...and-and other things too." Erica just breaks down, and I'm out of both chairs hugging her from either side, kissing her head, "Erica... healing you...was mostly to make an opening so I could make you mine." I inform the girl and her crying lessens.
"R-really, but my acne and I don't look like Lydia, I know how big of a crush you have on her."
"Erica, you are you and Lydia is Lydia, you're mine, that's all you need to know that you're beautiful, desirable, and-and...loved..."
"L-love?" Erica asks with so much hopeful disbelief in her voice it is almost painful, 'This girl really needs to work on her self confidence and worth.'
"Come on, do you really need me to say it...I only cook for people I care about...I don't cook for Lydia." I tease and peck Erica's cheeks, before returning to my seats and resume eating my lunch.