thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat:
Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…
And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.
A blush the color of strawberries brightened Stiles’ cheeks. He nodded obediently, grabbing his shirt off of the ground, keeping his eyes locked to the floor as he awkwardly stepped past the bouncer. He silently asked himself how long the guy had been standing there.
He looked over his shoulder once he was past the buffed up man, looking for the red haired girl behind him. He saw her, the sides of his lips turning up into a half-hearted smile.
Summer scrambled out of the booth hastily, face burning. Trying to reorient herself in the crush of the club, her gaze crossed Stiles’, and embarrassment cramped in her middle. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, then dragged up her courage and stepped closer to say it in his ear. “I’m /so/ sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
He chuckled, although he felt suddenly very awkward. They had literally just made out, pretty hardcore if you asked him, and were literally kicked out of their booth and forced to fight the inevitable tension. Or maybe it was just Stiles.
“I-I liked it, actually.” He wanted to slap himself across the face. Could he not stutter for once? His hand was still holding onto his shirt, and he slipped it over his head, hoping his blush wasn’t seen through the flashing lights of the club and slight darkness to the area.
She drew back, gaze sliding down, then back up to his face. “I, uh. Me too. A lot.” It looked like maybe he was blushing as he pulled his shirt back on. “Look, you want to — you want to get some coffee or something, get out of here?”