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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Erica_Reyes/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Erica_Reyes, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Loss_of_Virginity, Emotional_Hurt/Comfort
  Series:
      Part 3 of my_mating_games_ficlets_and_drabbles
  Collections:
      Mating_Games:_The_Teen_Wolf_Pornation_Weekly_Challenges_Revealed
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-06 Words: 1151
****** Open Arms ******
by marguerite_26
Summary
     Her parents take her back, thinking she’d just run away over the
     stress of normal teenager stuff combined with the illness she no
     longer suffers from. It’s good for her, Stiles thinks. She’s more
     grounded now that she is sleeping in her own bed at night. The time
     away has changed her like she’s found some middle ground between
     scared child and femme fatale, like the real Erica is finally taking
     shape.
Notes
     This was my entry for week 2 of mating games, Challenge: TFLN.
     Thank you to eleadore for beta reading the entry, and ingberry for
     beta reading the extended version after voting closed.
See the end of the work for more notes
When Erica comes back, it’s not exactly to open arms. It’s been a year of
endless territory battles for Derek’s dwindling pack. Stiles figures
forgiveness doesn’t come so easily when the wounds are still healing from the
latest attack.
Erica’s lip quivers and she says she’ll help if they’ll take her back.
No one answers.
Erica walks away, probably off to go tell her parents some lies -- at least
that’s what Stiles would be doing in her place.
---
Stiles starts to see her at school and shoots her a quiet smile when they make
eye contact. She eats up the attention greedily. He moves seats to be beside
her and the way her face lights up makes his heart ache.
---
Her parents take her back, thinking she’d just run away over the stress of
normal teenager stuff combined with the illness she no longer suffers from.
It’s good for her, Stiles thinks. She’s more grounded now that she is sleeping
in her own bed at night. The time away has changed her like she’s found some
middle ground between scared child and femme fatale, like the real Erica is
finally taking shape.
She stops wearing leather everything and blood-red lipstick to school, stops
looking like she’s ready to serve you your own liver for lunch. But the push up
bras stay, as does the swagger in her step, even though it sometimes it looks a
bit forced.
---
She tells them she went south, that she didn’t stop running at the border. She
spent a year in Mexico, sleeping with one eye open and landing herself in more
than one territorial dispute. It doesn’t make anyone feel better to know she
suffered while she was away.
They’d all suffered plenty too. Stiles learns that pack bonds don’t break
easily, but when they snap, they’re not easy to glue back together.
---
It’s not like no one is talking about it; there’s plenty of screaming to be
overheard if you’re standing behind the right door.
“You told me to run and I ran.” Erica’s voice is wrecked from the shouting and
the sobs. “You aren’t allowed to hate me for that.”
“I don’t hate you,” Boyd says. It’s hard to believe him, though, when the words
sting with bitterness.
After Boyd walks away, Stiles is there to pick up the pieces and drive her
home.
---
They strike up this weird sort of friendship after that, both of them on the
fringe of what is really happening. Isaac comes to school with bruises that
aren’t healing and Scott shrugs and tells Stiles he’ll explain later.
Stiles is left out to keep him safe; Erica is kept out because no one trusts
her. They bond over greasy food and bitch about it until it hurts less.
---
Stiles drives her to get her license. He looks politely in the other direction
when the instructor says she passed. She’s still Erica, and she might break his
nose for catching her teary-eyed over something so mundane as this.
He takes her out for milkshakes afterwards because that’s what Scott did for
him, and Erica doesn’t have anyone else.
It’s so normal it should be weird. She once hit him over the head with a piece
of his car and shoved his unconscious body into a dumpster. She never
apologizes but he’s pretty sure she won’t do it again. So there’s that.
---
Sad fact: I'm doing that thing where I'm bored so I give myself Princess Leia
hair and drink alcohol.
Stiles smiles at the text and replies,
Return of the Jedi braids or classic New Hope?
Going to start a marathon. Come here and find out?
The question mark takes him by surprise. Post-bite, Erica would have made it a
command. He’s not sure what to do with this new version, but with Star Wars and
alcohol on offer, he’s already putting on his shoes.
If his mind flashes to Erica in a metal bikini, well he’s only human.
---
They’re on Erica’s bed with the movie playing in the background, but neither of
them are paying attention any longer. Her parents are out for the night and the
vodka she stole from their liquor cabinet was significantly depleted in the
first thirty minutes of his arrival.
Sometime around, “Luke, I am your father,” Erica kisses him.
Their clothes starts hitting the floor not long after.
Her breast feel incredible in his palm, soft and heavy. Goosebumps prickle up
on her cleavage as he fumbles with the clasp of her lacy bra. Stiles gapes at
the first set of naked tits he’s seen in real life; Erica turns away, a blush
creeping up her neck and staining her chest.
“This okay?” Stiles shivers, trying to calm himself enough to actually do the
right thing here. Stiles knows Erica had a crush on him once and knows she’s
vulnerable at the moment. He hopes this isn’t taking advantage because he’s not
an asshole like that. The ache of the dick is warring with his need to not fuck
up this fragile new friendship they’re starting.
Erica smiles and kisses him. When she pulls back, she whispers into his ear, “I
just don’t want to be a virgin anymore.”
“Oh, God.” Stiles blurts out, half-laughing. “Me neither. Shit. Tell me you
have condoms. I never thought --”
Erica snorts, like Stiles’ incompetence was everything she needed to get her
confidence back, and she reaches for her night stand.
They strip themselves the rest of the way, sneaking peeks, kissing and giggling
through their nerves. It’s undeniably awesome though, and Stiles is grateful
it’s Erica he’s with -- she makes him feel like he’s pretty fantastic -- and
not Lydia, who he knows would be scaring him soft right now.
He fumbles to get the condom on and it’s nothing like when he’s practiced
because Erica is watching, curious and unashamed now that it’s his body on
display.
“Nice cock, Batman.”
He laughs, head thrown back and carefree. He hadn’t thought he’d laugh this
much. He’d thought sex would be all sweat and swearing, scratching nails and
jiggling tits. Instead, it’s gentle rolls of their hips and whispered
encouragements; Erica’s breath in his ear and the smell of her hair as he tries
to go slow.
She’s warm and tight around him, squeezing his cock inside her while her arms
and legs wrap around him. He presses his eyes closed and tries to find some
sort of rhythm but in the end it’s frantic and wild. They’re sweaty and over-
hot but Erica’s not letting go.
He doesn’t last long; he’ll do better next time. God, he hopes there will be a
next time because Erica is pretty amazing, they are pretty amazing together,
even if it feels more like survival than love.
She holds him until they both stop trembling.
“I’m glad it was you,” she says, whisper soft.
He kisses her wet cheeks. “Me, too.”
End Notes
     Text used: Sad fact: I'm doing that thing where I'm bored so I give
     myself Princess Leia hair and drink alcohol.
      
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