Part 4

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y/n) and Stiles had been friends ever since they were kids. Her mom was best friends with Claudia Stilinski, and although they lived in different towns when they were kids, they saw each other just about every weekend. But in the middle of sophomore year, her parents decided to move to Beacon Hills, and her and Stiles saw a lot more of each other. Their bond grew into something stronger, and they became inseparable. They did everything together.

(y/n) couldn't help her small laugh at the irony. Because after tomorrow, they will have truly done everything together.

There was no denying her underlying feelings for him, she'd grown accustomed to them, and accepted them as they were. How could she not fall for him? He was perfect in every way. Intelligent, funny, kind, not to mention how attractive he'd grown up to be. His sharp jawline, whiskey eyes, messy locks of hair, and moles and freckles she could count for hours.

Maybe this plan of theirs would be a good way to work out her feelings without having to confess.

"What're you thinking about?" Stiles asked, nudging his shoulder against hers, ignoring the Marvel film playing on the tv when he realized she'd zoned out. (y/n) looked over at him and smiled, shuffling closer and laying her head against his shoulder. This wasn't new, but it was much more intimate now. Stiles smiled in response wrapping his arm around her shoulders and rubbing her arm. "Tomorrow?" He asked with a suggestive tone. (y/n) bumped him in the ribs with her elbow.

"No jokes, until after, then maybe," She said. "I just... am trying to get used to the idea, is all"

"So you are thinking about it?" Stiles asked, and she nodded against him. "Are you worried?"

"I don't think so," She sighed. "Just of... after," She told him slowly. "Like, will we be okay? You and I?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" Stiles asked, looking down at her, and she leaned off of him, but stayed close.

"You do realize we're having sex with each other, right?" She said, and he nodded. "Like, getting naked, and having sex with each other"

"Yeah, I got that," Stiles chuckled. "You think that'll mess up our friendship?" (y/n) shrugged.

"I dunno, what if it does?"

"Here, give me your hand," He said, holding his hand out, palm up. She gave him a look, but set her hand in his, letting him intertwine their fingers. "Is this ruining our friendship?" She shook her head.

"No" She whispered back.

Stiles smiled slightly as he leaned forward, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the space between them and kissing her sweetly. His free hand cupping around her cheek softly.

"And did that ruin our friendship?" He asked, to which she shook her head no. She couldn't find herself to say anything, a little breathless from his one kiss, her head swirling with infatuation. It wasn't even their first kiss together. "Then think of it this way, sex is just another physical act that we'll do together"

"You're right" (y/n) nodded, turning back to the tv, and keeping that in mind. She was just a little bit excited though.

"Hold on, you're gonna sleep with him?" Lydia asked, trying not to giggle at (y/n's) words. The girl nodded, while the banshee closed her laptop to devote all of her attention to (y/n).

They were sat in the library, and (y/n) thought she'd mention it to Lydia, since she was the most experienced person she knew. But the banshee seemed a bit too enthusiastic about the idea.

"Perfect, it's about damn time something sparked between you two," Lydia grinned, "The tension was already too much to bear"

"Wait, what?" (y/n) didn't understand why Lydia was so relieved by the news. "What tension? Stiles and I don't have tension, well, now we do, but before we didn't-"

"Sweetheart," Lydia set her hand over (y/n's), giving her a signature bitch please stare. "You sure did. I've never seen two people so entranced with each other"

"Entranced?" (y/n) repeated quietly.

"I mean, you're beyond eye fucking... you look at each other like you're at the altar" Lydia laughed to herself, while (y/n) blushed bashfully.

"We do?" She asked, and Lydia nodded.

"Oh yeah, we were wondering when a move would be made. Maybe this... arrangement you have with each other will start something, yeah?"

It was like a thousand butterflies were released in (y/n's) tummy.

Stiles was clenching and releasing his fists over and over, and the anxiety coming off him in waves hit Scott like a punch to the gut.

"You can't actually be this nervous," The werewolf said. "It's (y/n), you guys are super comfortable with each other"

"I mean yeah, of course we are," Stiles replied. "I trust her with everything, this is just... I can't believe we're gonna..."

"Like you haven't thought about it" Scott rolled his eyes as he smiled mischievously.

"Dude," Stiles whacked his friend on the arm. "Not cool"

"What?" Scott asked, feigning innocence. "You've had a crush on her since forever, and this is as perfect as perfect moments to confess come" He chuckled a bit, and Stiles couldn't argue with that logic.

"This is strictly platonic. Professional, even" Stiles said instead, leaning against the hood of his jeep. He was waiting for (y/n) to come out of the school so they could go to his place for the evening, but she was running later than usual, so Scott took the time to talk him out of his nerves.

"No such thing" Scott shook his head.

"As what?"

"Platonic sex? It doesn't exist," He stated. "Haven't you seen Friends With Benefits? That movie proved it, two people who are friends can't casually hook up without one of them falling for the other, if not both. And in this case, it's both"

"You think (y/n) is into me?" Stiles asked with a bitter laugh. "I hate to break it to you, but it's painfully clear that she only sees me as a friend"

"If that were true, would she even bring up this genius idea of screwing each other?"

"Don't call it that" Stiles mumbled.

"I don't know what you're so worried about," Scott said. "I mean, yeah, it's kind of awkward at first cause it's new, but you'll know exactly what to do in the right moment"

"That's not really what I'm- Scott what if she regrets it?"

"She won't," Scott smiled knowingly. "She's ready too, even if you both think you aren't"

"And what if I... what if I do something wrong? Or... I hurt her?" He asked the last part in barely a whisper, and that's how Scott knew what was really bothering him.

"She'll say something, look, it will be weird, and it will be awkward, that's just what comes with the package," Scott said simply. "But it's you and (y/n), there's no two people more comfortable and into each other than you two"

Stiles smiled a little bit at that, and finally caught (y/n) exiting the building, quickly making her way to the boys.

"You were each other's first kiss, right?" Scott asked, and Stiles nodded, smiling again at the memory.

"Yeah... summer before freshman year," He said fondly. "We didn't want to go to high school without having been kissed"

Scott smiled at (y/n) as she neared them, giving her a wave.

"Hey (y/n/n)" He greeted.

"Scott," She smiled back. "Stiles"

"Ready to get going?" Stiles asked her, and she nodded her head. Scott could hear both of their heartbeats speeding up.

"I'll see you two tomorrow" He called, heading to his bike. Stiles and (y/n) looked at each other with nervous and giddy smiles before getting in the car.

"So, since we have the whole night, I say we just hold off, until later," Stiles thought aloud. "We could watch something, and talk and stuff"

"Yeah, that sounds good," (y/n) said with a sigh, relieved they weren't going to jump into anything. She followed him up the stairs, kicking off her shoes at the door, and leaving them with her bag like she always did. "What're we watching tonight?" She asked, falling onto his bed as he grabbed his laptop to pick something out on Netflix.

"You pick, I'm gonna put on pajamas now" Stiles said, and (y/n) giggled.

"It's not even four o'clock" She told him as she dug out sweatpants and a tee shirt. Stiles playfully glared back at her.

"All the time is pajama time if you're sleepy enough, (y/n)" He told her, heading out of the room. (y/n) giggled as she searched for her favorite show on his Netflix account.

"Well don't get too tired!" She called loudly so he'd hear from the other room. "I'm gonna need you up and at 'em you know"

Stiles practically choked as he changed, stumbling as he put his leg into his sweatpants and almost falling down, but he caught himself on the sink counter.

When he came back, (y/n) had already started her show on the first episode, and he fell to sit next to her on the bed, sprawled out with their backs on his headboard, the laptop sitting between them.

"Really?" Stiles asked. "Again?"

"What? It's my favorite" She mumbled back, completely focused on the screen.

"Yeah yeah," He mumbled back, but watched the show for probably the fourth time. It really was her favorite. "I don't know why you still love it so much, you know what happens, you've read all the fanfiction, you probably have all the lines memorized" Stiles said, and (y/n) chuckled, because it was true.

"I like the storyline" She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"No, you just think he's cute," Stiles said, gesturing to the main character's best friend. (y/n) smiled big, not able to hide that he was still correct. "I knew it"

"I mean, I started the show for him," She explained herself. "But I stayed for the story. He's just a nice bonus" Stiles snorted a laugh at that, his head shaking slightly.

They watched nearly the whole episode before he spoke up again, nervously this time.

"Should we... hold hands?" He asked, offering his hand with his palm facing up. (y/n) looked at it before up to him.

"Do you want to?" She asked.

"I mean- I just figured it's step one of intimacy" He said, and (y/n) smiled more softly, a slightly blush on her cheeks as she slipped her hand in his, going back to the show again.

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