They'd held hands before, there was a time when they were kids and they would hold hands every moment they could.  When they were playing, or walking, or watching movies, they always held hands.  It came naturally.  Stiles always saw his father holding his mother's hand, he thought it was just a normal thing for people to do, and he thought it was fun with (y/n).

She used to pretend they were a little married couple, of course as a gag, or when she could get him to play 'house' with her.  He'd call her cute names like 'honey' or 'dear' and sometimes he'd go so far as to kiss her on the cheek or forehead.  She would smile widely in all her apron-over-a-disney-princess-costume glory, and call him 'my love' as she'd welcome him home from work.

It seemed so mundane, thinking of those days when they were six or seven, and fantasizing them in a later setting, when they were adults.  (y/n) wondered briefly what'd it be like for Stiles to come home to her after a long day at the police station.  If she would hear his car pull into the drive, and run to meet him at the door, jumping in his arms and kissing him longingly.  Or if she'd already be asleep in bed, and if he'd come to lay with her and warm her up, whispering to her about his day, and how much he loved her.

(y/n's) heart pounded as she tried to suppress a smile from these thoughts.  They were foolish daydreams she often found herself drifting off to.  But she couldn't help it, the idea of being in a committed and loving and domestic relationship with Stiles like that... it got her heart to beat just a few skips faster.

After a couple more short episodes she was laying on him with her head on his shoulder and her open arm thrown across his stomach.  Their hands were still entwined, and his thumb was gently rubbing over top of hers.  It was very comfortable, as it always was.  But there was something else there this time, something romantic, and it was impossible to miss.

It was almost six o'clock now, and most of her attention wasn't even on the show now.  Her favorite episode, the one where the best friend's long time crush finally confesses her love, had already passed, so there wasn't much use in watching the rest.

"Hey," (y/n) shut the laptop, twisting to lay on her side, her head still resting on Stiles' shoulder, and she was still kind of holding him with one arm.  "Should we maybe... talk now?"

"Yeah," Stiles replied about as awkwardly as a person could, nodding his head and licking his lips.  "You're still... you know, okay with this all? You're comfortable?"

"Of course," She answered, and there was nothing but absolute certainty in her voice.  "Are you?"

"Yeah," He agreed, and they both nodded for a moment, not sure what to do next.  "Is there anything you need first? Or something after that I can get now? Or questions?"

"No, except the lights? Maybe?" She asked, and Stiles nodded, getting off the bed, and putting his laptop on his desk before switching off the lights.  (y/n) giggled as he stumbled back to the bed, and she maneuvered herself to sit up on the edge of it.

"All good?" He asked her, standing in front of where she sat, and she nodded.

"You have a condom, right?" She asked, just to be sure.  Stiles nodded, fishing it out of his pocket, and setting it on the nightstand next to his bed.  "Okay," She said, a grin pulling on her features with excitement for what was about to happen.  "Come here then" She prompted.

Stiles wasted no time and stooping down to her level, his nose prodding against hers to find her lips in the dark, and slanted his lips over hers in a kiss.  (y/n) leaned back on the bed, scooting to make room for him as they continued their kiss, and he sat there next to her.  His large hands pulled at her hips so she could be closer, while her own hands rested safely at his shoulders.

Their kiss was slow, meaningful.  There wasn't a reason to rush into anything right now.  Only to become comfortable and familiar with one another.  Stiles tugged at her waist again, silently prompting her to sit across his lap.  She did so, swinging one of her legs over him to straddle over him.  Stiles finally broke apart their lips.

"Is this okay?" He asked her breathlessly, and she nodded, catching her own breath.  He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  "You'll tell me if something isn't?" He asked, not wanting to take something too far that she wasn't okay with.

"Yes," (y/n) grinned, cupping his face in her hands and leaning down to connect their lips again.  Stiles smiled in surprise at her urgency to continue their mini makeout session.  "I might really like kissing you, Stilinski" She whispered, and his arms wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her closer into his chest.

For a few moments, as he held her closely, kissing her with everything he had, and letting the sensation of her slender fingers roaming through his hair take him over, it felt real.  It felt absolutely honest, and his heart swelled with love for the girl planted in his lap.

He got taken away with the feeling, and when she pushed ever so gently against his shoulders, her laid back on the bed, readjusting their bodies again to be laying properly, with (y/n) still straddled over top of him, they went on with their heated but tender kisses.  Stiles was certain that (y/n's) lips were as soft as butterfly wings, barely brushing over his but the taste she left behind was evident that she'd been there.  Something sweet, and completely her own.

"Do you maybe-" (y/n) was cut off by a soft pant as his lips attached to the sweet spot below her ear.  "- take your shirt off?" She asked him, quietly, almost unsurely.  Stiles nodded, pulling at the bottom of his shirt and tugging it up over his head.  (y/n) marveled slightly as she looked down at his exposed skin.  "Jesus Stiles" she leaned off of him completely, causing Stiles to lose contact with his mouth against her neck.

"What?" He asked, and (y/n) gave him a pointed look.

"Why have I never seen you shirtless before?" She asked with a giggle, and Stiles felt his cheeks begin to burn.  Her fingers traced over the dips and hairs, making him shiver slightly under her touch.

"Maybe because you never asked?" He replied sarcastically, and (y/n) giggled, her entire face lighting up at the simple comment.  He couldn't help but smile back at her, and they got lost for a minute as the two looked at each other in delight.

(y/n) could've sat here staring at him for the rest of the night, but they were saving lives here.

She sat up a little straighter on his legs, her hands finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head in one swift motion.  Stiles visibly swallowed, his hands, respectfully at her hips, gripped just a little bit tighter as he struggled to not stare at her body.

She was wearing a pretty bra, all lace and baby pink, something that made her breasts swell, only making it harder for Stiles to control his breathing.  (y/n) blushed and laughed nervously at the way his eyes flickered in admiration over her chest.