"It's beautiful! Don't you think?" I was in awe at my big, new apartment. Courtesy of Damon and Stefan, I don't have to pay for it.

"Yeah, it's great, babe. A little help here?" Stiles groaned, trying to carry in two boxes at once.

I ran over to him and grabbed the box on top and carried it to my room.

"That one goes in the kitchen! Careful though! Those are my new dishes!" I yelled to him.

It was the beginning of June. A bright, sunny day in Baltimore, Maryland. Stiles and I arrived yesterday and my moving truck got here this morning. Stiles has been helping me unpack all morning.

"This place is way nicer than mine," Stiles groaned from the kitchen.

I also convinced the Salvatore brothers to get a place for Stiles in Quantico, Virginia. I knew if he had to stay in a tiny little dorm he would go insane. We got settled in a few weeks ago, but he still has a lot to unpack.

"Hey!" I stuck my head out and got his attention. "Just be thankful you have a nice apartment, that you don't even have to pay for. Thanks to compulsion."

It took us a while but we finally got all the boxes and furniture up. Well, we had the moving guys get the furniture but we got the boxes!

"No more boxes, please," Stiles fell back onto my bed, well, our bed when he's visiting.

"We've got the rest of the month to unpack, we're good for tonight." I layed down on my side beside him and ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I love when you do that," he hummed happily. "I'm gonna miss this when school starts."

"You love when I do a lot of things," I laughed and removed my fingers from his hair.

"Hell yeah I do," he sat up for a split second only to pick me up and sit me on his lap. He slid his hands under my shorts to where they were resting under my butt.

"I like this position," he said with a cheeky grin.

I rolled my eyes and leaned down to kiss him but I winced and sat back up straighter.

"What's wrong? Why'd you wince?" Stiles asked worriedly.

"Guess I'm just not use to being human again. My back just hurts a little from carrying all those boxes," I said rubbing my lower back.

His worried look then changed into a smirk. "Want me to give you a back massage?"

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach," He moved me off his lap and sat up on the bed.

"Why do I have to take off my shirt?" I asked, but still took it off.

"Skin to skin contact, way better that way. Go on, lay down." He clapped his hands together and ordered me to lay down.

I tossed my shirt to the ground and grabbed a pillow, laying my head on it and layed on my stomach.

I couldn't help but flinch when his warm hands touched my lower back. He apologized but didn't move them. I groan as it's painful at first, but then the pain starts to subside. He continues to massage my back, moving his hands towards my shoulder blades.

"This is gonna have to come off," he stuck his fingers under my bra clasp and unclipped it.

"Stiles!" I gasped, but laughed.

"What, babe? It's in my way," he moved the straps down my arms and I sat up so he could remove it completely.

"Sure it is," I giggled.

He runs his fingers over my shoulder blades and a shiver runs through my body. I feel his hands move further down my back pressing harder in some spots, making me moan out gripping the sheets slightly.

His hands keep moving down towards my waist as he leans down, trailing wet kisses against the back of my neck, moving towards my shoulder. He moves my arms so they're resting above my head and runs his fingers down the side of my body.

My heartbeat quickens and I gasp a little as his fingers run softly over the side of my breast. I grip the pillow I'm laying on as he kisses down my spine towards my lower back.

"These are in the way too," he whispered in my ear as he begins to slide my shorts down my legs slowly, revealing my black lace thong, his favorite.

He runs his hands up the back of my legs and thighs slowly while his lips are dragging up alone my back. His fingers drift towards the inside of my thighs as my breathing picks up. I moan out his name as he then pulls off my thong.

I immediately flip over, wanting him now. His eyes are filled with lust as he admiringly looks over my body. He leans down kissing me passionately as I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, kissing him back with the same fiery intensity.

"This. Off. Now." I demanded through our heated kiss, tugging on his shirt.

He does as I ask and throw his shirt off somewhere behind him. He then begins to take his belt off, struggling slightly.

"Fuck, Stiles," I groan impatiently and take his belt off myself. He then takes off his pants and boxers, his hard length hitting his stomach.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back to me forcefully, kissing him passionately. He moans my name as his hands roam up my body.

He pushed me back and spread my legs wide. He places himself at my entrance but my eyes widened and I stop him quickly.

"What? What's wrong?"

I ignore his question and jump off the bed quickly and over to a box, opening it. I dug through quickly and finally found what I was looking for.

"Shit, I forgot we have to use that now," He said eyeing the gold packet in my hand. I toss it to him and he opens up quickly, rolling it on.

I apologized and kissed him. The short stop obviously didn't change his mood because he pushed me back and pushed himself into me without any warning. I gasped and arched my back.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight." He moans out, running his hands up my stomach until he's palming my breasts. I moan out his name as he quickens his pace. My hands wrap around and my nails leave marks all the way down his back.

Stiles pulls my face up towards his, placing a quick kiss to my lips before moving them to my neck. He drags his lips down my neck, hos tongue poking out to leave a few wet kisses before sucking roughly on my neck. He loves leaving hickey's all over my body now since they don't heal right away.

"I'm close," he pants, gripping my hair as he goes in and out of me, faster and faster.

"Mhm, me too," I moan out. "Harder, baby."

He snaps his hips harder against mine as he leans down, his lips ghosting up the side of my neck, and I clench around him as I hear his breathless moans in my ear. I feel a sensation in my lower abdomen getting stronger knowing I'm about to come. My toes start to curl and my back arches as I start panting heavily.

I moan loudly, clenching the sheets as he keeps thrusting his hips against mine. His hips shudder against mine, his thrust becoming sloppier and I can feel him twitch inside of me. He lets out a low growl, thrusting into me a few more times before he finds his own release. He moans my name and falls down on the bed beside me, both of us panting heavily.

"I love you," he says, his voice horse and strained.

"I love you, too." I place my hand on the side of his face gently before kissing his lips softly.

"Join me in the shower?" I asked, getting up off the bed.

"Do you even have to ask?" He jumped up immediately, suddenly not feeling tired anymore.

*** (a/n well that was... interesting... -Kiley) ***

*jumping to Stiles' first day*

"I'm ready! Let's do this!" Stiles exclaimed excitedly as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely at his waist.

"Too loud," I groaned and covered my face with a pillow.

"C'mon! It's my first day! I was hoping you'd be more excited for me," He walked over to my side of the bed and picked up the pillow that was on my head.

"You woke up three hours before you need to be there. It's. Too. Early," I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my head.

"Wake up, please," He said annoyed and ripped the blanket off of me. I instantly felt like I was freezing, considering I was only wearing one of his shirts.

I sat up and glared at him.

"I never wake you up like this," I hissed.

He leaned down and tried to give me a kiss but I only turned my head. I moved off the bed the opposite direction he was in, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around my body. Then I left the bedroom.

"Oh, come on!" I heard him groan.

Three hours. Three freaking hours early. It's 4am. I do NOT wake up this early.

Yes, I should be more happy for Stiles but not until I've had my coffee.

I started some coffee in the coffee pot and while that was brewing I made us pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He'll need a filling breakfast to start his day off right.

Once I was done, I was in a better mood. I set the table and sat down, waiting for Stiles to come to the kitchen. I went through my phone and sipped my coffee quietly.

"Oh, that smells amazing!" Stiles said walking in the kitchen, trying to do his tie. He came up behind me and kissed my cheek and said, "Good morning." Then went and fixed himself a plate.

"Babe, you're gonna get syrup on your clothes," I stood up and took it off his tie. He only has two and he can't get them dirty.

"No, I'm not," He rolled his eyes and shoved food in his mouth. Just as he did that he dripped syrup on the napkin that was laying across his lap.

He stared down at it, then looked at me. "Good call."

I put his tie on another chair and sat down, eating my food.

I finished before him so while he continued to eat I made sure he had everything for his first day. Extra pencil and pen, binder and paper. All his forms that he needs, note cards, water bottle. Just, everything he might need.

"Okay! I'm ready!" Stiles walked over to the front door where I was.

"Not, completely," I grabbed his tie and tied it around his neck, and put his collar back down. I grabbed his ID badge and bag and handed them to him.

"Now, you're ready." I wrapped my arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I'm so proud of you," I kissed him again.

"Thanks, babe. I'll see you when I get home." I let my arms drop as he put his bag over his shoulder. His hand gripped the door knob as he opened it, a huge smile on his face.

"Gosh, I love you," He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. I laughed in the kiss at his sudden randomness to be passionate.

"I love you too, now go," I was practically pushing him out the door now. But he just had to kiss my cheek one more time before he ran out.

**

Stiles burst through the door, almost making me fall off the couch in fear.

"Dammit, Stiles! You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled, my hand resting on my heart where it was beating erratically.

He threw his bag to the ground and ran to the bedroom. I heard something break and a lot of noise before he came back with my laptop and his phone to his ear.

"What's wrong?" I asked and he shushed me.

He typed away on my computer before he cussed under his breath and put his phone down. He paused and looked around and saw my phone sitting beside me. He picked it up and shoved it into my hands.

"Call Derek," he ordered.

"Derek? Why?" I looked at him really confused.

"Just do it."

"Stiles, no one's been able to get a hold of Derek in forever. What's going on?"

"Derek is wanted for mass murder. The FBI has been chasing him down for months. We gotta get a hold of him," he showed me something on my computer. He had logged into his account, or whatever you'd call it, that he received when he got this intern position. It was a video of Derek running through the woods. All we saw was the back of him but you could see his tattoo on his back.

"Oh, shit."

***

It's been a couple months since Stiles found out about Derek. He's been trying to do everything he can to get more information or anything really. Which isn't much because he's just an intern.

I'm in school now. I've become a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) now and I have a job at a nursing home so I'm really busy with classes and work and I haven't seen Stiles in a few weeks.

I cut all my hair off last week so now it's really short. I call it my 'Big Girl' look since I'm in college and have a job. It's up to my shoulders and it hasn't been this short since middle school.

I just got home from a 7 hour shift. I was absolutely exhausted and I have a morning class tomorrow so I know I'll be even more tired if I don't get in bed soon.

I changed out of my scrubs and took a shower. I ate cereal as dinner, nothing new, and finally got to bed. But right as I was about to fall asleep my phone rang.

I groaned and answered it without looking at who called.

"Hello?" I answered tiredly.

"Brianna?"

I sat up in my bed and turned on my lamp. I looked down at the contact but it said 'Unknown ID'. The person sounded familiar but I couldn't wrap my finger around their voice.

"Who's speaking?" I asked.

"Brianna, it's Derek."

"Derek? Oh my gosh, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice," I sighed happily. I had been so worried about him. He's been MIA for so long. For a while I even thought he was dead.

"Listen, I'm gonna send you an address to a hospital. Stiles has been shot, but don't worry, he's totally fine."

"What? He's been shot?! What happened?!" I was practically screaming through the phone now."

"I can't talk any longer. I've got to go." He then hung up the phone. A minute later I got a text with an address attached to it.

I clicked on it and it opened up in my maps. North Carolina? Why the hell are they in North Carolina?

***

So after I was able to get a ticket to a plan ride, I landed in North Carolina, took a cab for about an hour to the hospital Derek sent me to. I definitely spent way too much money but who cares?

"May I help you?" The nurse at the front desk of the emergency room asked me once I approached her.

"Yes, my boyfriend was admitted here a while ago, uh, Stilinski? I was told he was shot, is he okay?" I tapped my foot anxiously as she typed on her computer.

"Bed 3," she pointed to a bed behind me that was hidden by curtains. I thanked her and walked over there. I pulled back one of the curtains, finding Stiles laying in the bed with his foot wrapped up.

"Heeeey, baby," he laughed. Okay, is he drunk or something?

"They gave him some morphine for the pain."

I turned around and saw Derek standing behind me with a smile on his face.

"Oh my gosh," I mumbled and immediately wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me back tightly.

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked him.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Maybe you should worry about him over there," he pointed to Stiles behind me.

"You and I, we're not done here," I told him sternly, then went and stood beside Stiles.

"What the hell did you get yourself into?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I was saving his life!" Stiles yelled, earning a shush from me, while pointing at Derek.

"That's not how it happened." Derek began to explain everything that happened. How Stiles even got the FBI to agree to take and intern with them still blew my mind. But on the other hand, Stiles got shot on the toe, which is kinda hilarious.

"I've got to go. I'm still chasing down this lead, and still kind of running from the FBI, but I'll call you. Don't worry," Derek walked up to me and kissed the side of my forehead.

"You can't tell me not to worry, I do that 24/7," I laughed.

"I'll call you later." Derek left me with a very loopy Stiles.

"You're an idiot," I said to him.

"I'm your idiot though. Boop," he gave me a silly grin and poked my stomach.