#para:stiles

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home sweet home ▪ haunted house

They'd only arrived earlier that day - her and Stiles. Eva's eyes traced the figure of the house as they approached it with a smile on her face, a nervous one albeit but a smile nevertheless. They'd only gotten married before the summer started, spending summer on internships to get themselves some good names on their resumes - which made finding jobs in Los Angeles easier. And now they were here, with their own house, just there waiting for them to start making memories in it.

The saleswoman had given them the tour and was off on her way, leaving Stiles and Eva with the moving van bearing what little boxes they had to move. Eva was picking up one of the boxes when her head began spinning, and shut her eyes tightly as she set it down again. Her hand hovered over her flat stomach as her other moved to hold her head, leaning against the van -- she hadn't told Stiles yet about the baby, and she wasn't even sure she should be telling him. She didn't want to freak him out, they'd only just gotten married, just moved. She wasn't sure if either of them was ready for this.

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like a married couple ▪ Steva

Eva was supposed to come over to the McCall household and help babysit Thea with Stiles whilst Mrs. McCall & the Sheriff went on a date. She rang the doorbell once and frowned as she heard Thea crying from inside the house, and waited for Stiles to open the door.

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Your own worst enemy :: Eva, Stiles, & Derek

Denying the truth will make you your own worst enemy. It will b u r y you.

Stiles: Sleep still wasn't coming easily to Stiles despite the fact that his life had mostly improved. He only got enough to tide him over until the end of the next day, where he'd start over again. It was nearly one in the morning and he was standing over Thea's bed, smiling down at her and poking gently at her belly. Stiles always had extra time with her on the nights where she woke up in the middle of the night, and since he was already awake he didn't mind getting her back to bed. Once her eyelids slowly started to shut and the familiar even breathing that meant she was asleep filled the room, he headed back to his room, yawning as he did. For whatever reason, putting Thea back to bed always made him feel a little bit more tired himself. Pushing open the door to his room, he scrunched his face in confusion as his phone lit up, buzzing noisily against his desk. Picking up the phone, he pressed answer as soon as he saw that it was Eva. "Hey you, what's up?" Stiles asked, grinning to himself and keeping his voice low as he dropped down into his desk chair, spinning in it slightly.

Eva: Eva was holding her breath as the dial tone went on and on, until she finally heard Stiles' voice. For a minute the relieve washed over her, but she knew it wasn't over just yet - and she couldn't do anything but keep her eyes shut tightly to try and ignore the small space she was pressed into, "Stiles?" She whispered, her voice hoarse, "Stiles, I..I don't know where I am." She sobbed, her voice shaking as so did her body, and with her free hand she covered her mouth to refrain from sobbing before she tried to talk again, "I..I woke up..and I..I don't..I don't know.." She went on, breathless, as the fear took over and she struggled not to cry, suppressing her sobs into whimpers.

Stiles: Stiles leaned back into the chair as he waited for her reply, phone pressed to his ear and a goofy grin spread across his face. The sound of her voice, however, caused the smile to quickly fade as he abruptly sat up. "Yeah, it's me -- I'm here." He answered, eyebrows meeting in worry as Eva continued. He sat frozen for a moment, feeling absolutely useless before her sobbing on the other end brought him out of it. "I'll -- I'll find you. Wherever you are." Stiles replied, scrambling up from the chair and fumbling with his free hand to get his shoes on. "Hey, Eva. It's okay, I'm right here just stay on the phone with me." He hoped that could calm her down for the time being. Finally getting both shoes onto his feet, he reached for his wallet on the dresser, stuffing it into his pajama pants. "Can you see anything around you?"

Eva: Eva tried to breathe evenly - her ragged breathing was bringing her on the brinks of a panic attack and that was the last thing she could handle right now. She nodded quickly as if he could see her when he said he'll find her, "Okay.." She whispered when he asked her to stay on the phone with him, and she could hear him scrambling on the other end. She swallowed thickly and opened her eyes, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision. She turned on the speaker before she scrambled with her phone to turn on the flashlight - "No.." She whispered, her breathing quickening again when all she saw was dark. She reached up again, but her arm was barely straightened at all when she touched the material that pressed her down. "I..I can't see anything...It's so small.." She whispered, "It's..it's not a box. It's just..I don't know.." She sobbed silently, closing her eyes again, before she decided to look again, and she took a shaky breath as she opened her eyes and glanced sideways, she could see a silhouette of something in the darkness, "Wait..I..I think I see something.." She whispered as she tried to turn a little in the small space she was in, trying to ignore how small it was as she listened to Stiles' breathing on the other end. It was when she shone the flashlight towards the silhouette that she'd lost all grips on the slight composure she'd had. She screamed, pushing herself away from the mauled, rotting body that lay beside her, her phone tumbling somewhere in the process as the panic and the fear took her over.

Stiles: Briefly glancing around the room, making sure he had anything he might need, he pulled a jacket from off the edge of his bed before leaving his room. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, Stiles shrugged on the jacket as he went down the stairs. He hadn't even stopped to think about waking Scott as he rushed out the door, it wasn't until after that he silently cursed himself for it. "Not a box...okay. Is it just pitch black?" He asked, doing his best to keep his own voice calm for Eva's sake. "It's okay, I'll find you. I'm leaving right now. I'll be right there." The staggered breathing he heard, told him that he needed to be as level headed as possible so he wouldn't send her into a panic attack. Stiles climbed into the car, struggling in the darkness to put the key into the ignition. It didn't help that he was so worked up and worried about her. After a minute of fumbling with the keys, he started the engine just as her scream pierced his ear. "Eva?!" He nearly shouted out of worry, every possible horrible scenario reeling through his mind as he pulled out of the driveway. "Eva! What is it?! What happened? Are you okay?"

Eva: Eventually the screams broke up into weak sobs and hoarse whimpers and she just tried to curl up away from the corpse as much as she possibly could, Stiles' attempts to get her attention lost on her as she gasped. Now she knew. She knew, or she had an idea, of where she was, "There's..there's a body.." She whimpered, "There's a dead body.." She sobbed, "I think..I think..I'm in a grave.." She choked a little on her sobs as she voiced her conjecture - only it didn't make her feel any better, only she was breathing faster, her head getting lighter, and she didn't know where her phone was, where her only light source was, "Stiles, I want to get out, get me out, get me out!" She screamed, her cries trailing off into sobs, a feeble attempt to scream away her fear as she gasped for breath, blinking away her tears.

Stiles: Stepping on the gas pedal and straightening himself out on the road, Stiles pulled away from the driveway. "A-a body?!" He repeated, half shouting at first and pressing down on the brakes abruptly. "I'll -- Eva, I'm gonna get you out. I'll find you." He said, doing his best to keep his voice even as he spoke. Finally moving again, Stiles kept the phone pressed to his ear, using his shoulder as he turned off of his street onto the main road. "I just -- I need Scott. I-I'm gonna call him, okay?" If Eva thought she was in a grave, it only made sense to go towards the graveyard, "Just don't -- don't waste your oxygen and stay awake. Okay? I'll call you right back, answer your phone."  Stiles swerved on the road as he pulled the phone away to end the call with Eva and dial Scott. Fingers tightening around the steering wheel, Stiles pulled himself back into his own lane. "Come on Scotty, I need you. Please answer." He mumbled nervously to himself as he pressed further down on the gas pedal, hanging up and redialing Scott. "Fuck," Stiles slammed his hands against the wheel, ending the call again after getting Scott's voicemail a second time. He didn't have time to keep trying him if he was asleep, and he pulled his eyes off the road, dialing Derek. Hastily pressing the phone back to his ear, he waited for an answer. Halfway through ringing, someone answered and Stiles immediately began talking, not bothering to find out if it was actually Derek or his voicemail. "Derek, I need you. Scott -- he won't answer his phone but it's Eva. She's -- I don't know where! But she said she thinks she's in a grave with a dead body. I -- She doesn't know how she got there and I -- I don't know how to find her. I don't even know how long she's been there! She could suffocate or -- or get hypothermia. I don't -- I don't know where to start."

Derek: Peace was hard to come by in Beacon Hills so when it did come Derek enjoyed it for the little time he knew it'd exist. Sure things were far from perfect but as far as he had known no one was in danger which meant he could actually enjoy his new home with his now fiance. A fact that he couldn't get over. He spent as much time wrapped up in his little bubble doing his best to forget the non-perfect parts like Cora ignoring him or Cassidy not being happy, but for now the rest was enough.

Derek: He was wrapped up in bed with Lydia when his phone began going off, he had half a mind to let it go to voice mail but in the off chance it was actually his sister he rolled over to check the caller I.D. When it revealed that it was Stiles calling a sinking feeling went straight to his stomach as he climbed out of bed grabbing his phone from it's charger all while answering it as he slipped out of the master bedroom into the hallway, "Stiles? Calm down. You're no help to me or Eva if I can't understand you. Where are you right now? Did she say if it was a proper grave? You know with a casket? Or was it just a dug up hole with a body?"

  Eva: Eva was barely breathing properly, sobbing all the while and struggling to maintain her composure - it didn't help that she'd had the slightest edge of claustrophobia, it only made it worse for her right now. She whimpered a little when Stiles told her that he'll get her out - and she trusted him, with her life, she was just too scared to calm down. She pressed her lips together into a thin line, attempting to hold herself back from gasping specially now that Stiles had reminded her that she had a limited supply of air from where she was. "Okay." She whispered, her voice broken and terrified before she closed her eyes and blinked away the tears when he hung up. "Okay..Okay.." She whispered as she moved her hand blindly over the ground, trying to find her phone so she could answer it when Stiles called again.

Stiles: Stiles let out a breath he hadn't even been aware he was holding as Derek replied. The thought of Eva being buried in some grave -- next to an actual dead body somewhere, made it more than impossible to calm down. Still, he knew Derek was right. He was useless if he couldn't keep his cool. Taking a short breath he started again, nodding as if he could actually be seen. "Uh...no. She didn't. She said..." He paused, trying to recall her words. "I don't think there was a casket, I mean it's pretty obvious when you're in them and she couldn't see anything." Stiles swallowed thickly, his eyes glancing up to the street sign of where he was at. "I'm on Third and J st, just past the gas station." He answered finally, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Can you meet me? I need to call her back -- I need to make sure she's okay and not close to losing consciousness. I'll wait for you. Just hurry."

Stiles: With that he pulled the phone away from his ear, fingers fumbling against the screen to dial Eva again. "Pick up...pick up." Stiles mumbled, growing annoyed at the continuous ringing on the other end. Jaw clenching as he again, ruffled his hand through his hair. Quickly glancing at his phone he watched as the call time continued, already knowing the amount of seconds it took before it would transfer to her voice mail. "God, Eva, please pick up."

Eva: Eva already felt a little light headed and the goosebumps rose on her skin when she felt the shivers run up her spine - it was cold, she realized now. So cold. She shivered as her hands searched for the phone, and she flinched when she started ringing. "Come on, come on.." She whispered urgently, before her eyes flickered to where the body was and saw the flashing of the screen where she could was behind it. "Oh god.." She whimpered, and swallowed thickly. She held her breath and moved slowly, with difficulty, but moved, and tried to hold in the sob when she felt the body beneath her before she reached over to pat the ground behind it until she finally grab a hold of her phone, and she moved back quickly, pressing herself into the dirt away from the body and pressed answer, "I'm..I'm here. I'm awake. I'm here." She whispered urgently into the phone, but her voice was less panicked more tired now and she closed her eyes tightly as she held the phone close and glanced around. There had to be something she could use to identify this place, but all she could see was darkness and all she could smell was the tangy smell of the air underground and now the rot that was making itself apparent.

Stiles: Stiles nearly jumped as Eva answered, bolting upright in his seat as he parked on the side of the road to wait for Derek where he said he'd be. "Thank god," He breathed, finally slumping back into his seat, though he couldn't be entirely relieved since his girlfriend was still six feet under the ground. "Scott didn't answer, but Derek's coming I'm just waiting for him. We're going to find you." Stiles said, phone pressed to his face as he kept glancing for any sight of Derek. "How are you?" There was a million other things he had to ask, but the less he asked the less she spoke which meant the more oxygen and energy she spared. He still surveyed his surroundings, but the parking spot he'd chosen was too dark to make out much of the things around him. He took a deep breath in, feeling the anxiety of waiting and not knowing what was going on building up, but he had to stay calm -- especially while on the phone with her.

Derek: He noted Stiles' distraction as he got into the jeep beside him wordlessly for a moment before tapping his shoulder, "Ask her what the ground feels like. It'll give me an idea of how far down she is.

Eva: Eva nodded slowly as if Stiles could see her and breathed out slowly, though her teeth had started chattering. "Okay." She whispered and gulped, then glanced around again - her eyes tracing over the silhouette of the body beside her before she closed her eyes - preferring to just keep her eyes closed, "I'm cold." She started, sniffling a little, "And I'm scared." She whispered, her voice breaking a little, before she started, "But considering..I haven't had a panic attack...or died yet, I guess..I guess I'm good." She laughed weakly, the dark humor her only escape from the situation she was in. She heard Derek speak, and frowned as she glanced around her, before she pressed her hand against the dirt and grasped a handful in her fist, and held it tightly, "It's..It's..like the one in the wood...denser. It's..like um..like..heavied up with water." She sighed heavily and took a deep breath, or tried too, "It...It rained recently Stiles, how is that going to help at all?" She whimpered, still shivering as she glanced around again, and turned on the flashlight, biting her tongue to keep from screaming at the sight of the body before she whimpered a little and moved her phone as much as she possibly could in attempt to see something...anything. Until she did. Eva tried to compressed herself a little, but realized she'd have to stretch over the body - so she did it again, doing her best not to sob, her struggle audible to Stiles on the phone, and she frowned when her hand touched the material she'd seen - it was a pillar. "There's...there's wood." She stuttered, "L-like..-like bars and p-pillars. Basement kind of wood."

Stiles: Stiles wanted to laugh, or chuckle, or even make a sound that was anything slightly reminiscent of any kind of laugh in return. But he couldn't -- not with his stomach on a constant roller coaster ride because he was so nervous and on edge about finding her. "I guess that is good -- Well not I guess, it /is/ good. But don't worry about the rain, it's not a problem." The jeep's door swinging open was a complete surprise to him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat, banging his head against his window. His hand immediately went up to rub at his head, and he glared at Derek for a moment. His mouth opened to complain about him just popping in like that, but Eva had started talking on the other end. Stiles didn't bother with the speakerphone since Derek could still hear her without it. "Basement?" He repeated, though he heard her perfectly fine. He swallowed hard at the explanation, looking slowly to Derek next to him for his reaction hoping he wasn't thinking the same thing.

Derek: His stomach dropped as he shook his head, "Do you think you know where you're going now?" He asked in the hopes of avoiding having to say it himself. All he wanted for once was for everyone to be safe in his life, but it didn't seem as if he was going to get that anytime soon. At least they had a good idea of where they were going.

Eva: Eva tried to pull herself forward, gripping at anything to try and pull herself closer to the pillar - and she let out an audible whimper when she realized she was tugging at the clothes the corpse was wearing. The space was too small for her to be able to even wriggle her way forward and she had to pant tiredly, before she realize how closed off and small the space was finally started getting to her, "I can't...I can't see..anything...more.." She grunt as she pushed herself back to curl away from the body, "Please...Please hurry...Stiles..." She gasped tiredly and closed her eyes, "I..it's getting too hard to breathe.." She whispered, her voice now just shaking but not shivering anymore even though she still felt cold, cold to her bones. "Please hurry, Stiles, I don't...I don't know if I can stay awake any longer.." She whispered between ragged breaths, her head getting lighter, "Please hurry.." She whimpered and sniffled, a small sob leaving her lips.

Stiles: His throat was dry, as he stared at Derek his only response was a short nod. He wasn't even capable of voicing his understanding. Using his shoulder to keep the phone in place, he gripped tightly at the wheel as he sped back into the road and towards the root cellar. There wasn't anywhere else she could be, and if Derek only seemed to agree, then it was more than their best bet. "We're on our way. Just hang in there. You're gonna be fine." Stiles was still trying to keep himself calm for her, his knuckles turning white as he took out the anxiety on the wheel he was gripping. "Just don't talk, save your breath. I promise I won't let anything happen to you. I swear. We're going to get you out of there just stay awake, please." Finally pulling over on the side of the road as close to the cellar as possible, he nearly launched himself out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he ran in the direction of where they needed to go. It was almost pitch black, and he stumbled nearly the entire way there over exposed branches and rocks until they reached the door. His hands gripped at the handle, but it wouldn't budge and he looked up to Derek. "Help me out here." His voice was desperate as he continued yanking at the door with no luck in getting it open.

Derek: Derek could understand the panic Stiles was in, after all if it had been Lydia there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get to her to save her including tear hell apart itself. Even for Eva he'd do the same for the young girl who became like family. He didn't have the heart to leave Stiles behind as they ran towards the cellar. Once Stiles moved aside he used every ounce of strength he had in order to get the door open. "Eva?" He began to call out once his feet where on the ground in the cellar. There wasn't a moment he wasn't more thankful for his abilities to see in the low lighting when he spotted the only possible thing that could be her, "Over here!" he yelled back to Stiles before rushing to her praying they were there in time.

Eva: Eva listened to Stiles' reassurances. She listened to them and willed herself to believe that he knew where she was. That he was on his way. Eva felt her eye lids fall heavily over her eyes, "Okay..Okay.." She whispered breathlessly, tiredly, as she tried to keep her eyes open. She let out a small hum everytime she exhaled heavily to assure Stiles that she was still awake, but other than that she didn't speak. She couldn't really. The air was thin and she was exhausted. Eva had started to drift off when she heard someone call her name - Derek. Her eyes moved around the dirt, "I'm.." She started heavily and swallowed thickly, "Here." She breathed out again, lifting her phone a little - trying to turn on the flashlight and gesture her exact place for them. "I'm here.." She whispered again, her eyes welling as the sobs built up with her chest, and she did her best not to cry. They were here now.

Stiles: Stiles moved away, leaving room for Derek to finally pry open the door. "Eva?!" He shouted, panic evident in his voice as he dropped down to the cellar floor. As soon as he did, almost complete darkness surrounded him. "Eva?" Stiles called again, his hands starting to fumble with his phone in his pocket, hoping to use it as a flashlight. At Derek's exclamation, he blindly rushed over in the direction of his voice, until the bright flash of Eva's phone half blinded him for a second. Dropping to his knees next to her, Stiles pulled Eva into his arms. "I've got you," He whispered, cupping her face in his hands as he did his best to look over her in the almost entirely blacked out cellar. "Can you help me get her out of here?" Stiles asked, whipping his head back in Derek's direction.

Derek: He didn't even have to be asked as Derek leaned down taking her into his arms, "I got you. We're going to get you some fresh air, okay?" He said hoping to give her comfort as he did his best to get them both out while keeping a hold of her. "Stiles do you need my help out?" He called to him once he had Eva out into the fresh air.

Eva: Eva closed her eyes tiredly, however, they fluttered open weakly when she heard Stiles' voice calling for her, and she moved her head a little to see anything. Then she felt someone pull her from underneath the debris she was trapped under, and she felt Stiles familiar hold as he wrapped her into his arms, "Stiles.." She whimpered a little when he cupped her cheek, and coughed. She felt her body shift into Derek's hold before he'd gotten out, and Eva felt her body automatically gasp for the fresh air. She coughed and gasped, her body still shivering, "Let me down.." She whispered quickly when she felt the nausea wash over her body, "I'm going to be sick.." She whispered quickly, her body still shaking as she was finally let down, and she fell to her knees, kneeling over the ground as she gasped and coughed, before she eventually heaved and hurled, the image of the body still carved behind her lids and she could still feel the cramped space she was in.

Stiles: Stiles was reluctant to let Eva go, almost afraid that if he did he'd come close to somehow losing her again. But he let his arms fall away from her as Derek picked her up and carried her out. "Uh," Stiles looked around, his eyes more accustomed to the dark as he squinted at the door where the moonlight was pouring in from. "No," he decided, hurriedly climbing out from the cellar and hoisting himself up from the ground. His eyebrows furrowed together as she fell to the ground. Bending down next to her as she heaved and after he pulled her back into his arms, letting her sit back against him. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked, forehead creased with worry as he looked around. "We should get you back to the car," he noted, rubbing his hands at her arms trying to create friction and warm her as much as he could, "I should have a blanket in the back”

Derek: He took a step backwards allowing for the couple to be together as he stood back awkwardly trying to figure out what was going on. "Do you have any water in the jeep? She might need it."

Eva: Eva couldn't find it in herself to move once she was done, and she was grateful Stiles had pulled her back into his arms and attempted to keep her warm. She didn't talk though, she just shivered violently as she stared ahead, her eyes on the root cellar's door and at the nemeton that was behind it. Her lower lip quivered and her eyes welled up with tears before she closed her eyes and tried to stand up, "Let's go." She whispered, too weak to get her voice any higher than that.

Stiles: Stiles nodded at Derek, "Yeah, I should have some." He looked down at Eva, again not wanting to let her go but stood up with her, letting her use him to stand. Pulling her arm around his neck, he held her up and started back towards the Jeep. "Would you rather I carry you -- or Derek?" He glanced back over to him before looking to Eva again, "Just so we can get there faster."

Derek: He didn't want to hover but he found it difficult not to be right there in case she collapsed or needed him. "Just say the word and I'll carry you, okay? You don't need to use all your strength trying to walk right now."

Eva: Eva couldn't bring herself to speak as she walked, keeping close to Stiles' side, really feeling of everything on the inside which rendered her incapable of reacting to all that happened. She shook her head slowly as she stumbled weakly by Stiles, holding onto him, "I just want to get out of here." She whispered as she glanced over her shoulder once then swallowed thickly before she turned to look ahead, Cora's words coming back now to haunt her, and now they'd started making sense.

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shop till you drop :: steva

Eva's night was a restless - of course after the visit the Oni had paid her. But she was fine and for once she felt that she could relax. Sure, Stiles had attempted to convince her that was Derek had said regarding her being possessed by her dead aunt wasn't true, it was always in the back of her mind. And though she wasn't sure whether the Oni were only after the nogitsune or all evil spirits that possess people, she felt relieved now with the jiko behind her ear, signifying her self. That she was her, and it felt good to know that no one was using her or controlling her for evil ulterior motives.

But now she had a more dangerous and a lot more serious mission at hand: she needed to help Stiles buy something for tonight's dinner with her parents. His nerves were getting to him, and she'd hoped that once he was wearing something better than his sole stained dress shirt he'd feel more confident. So she finished all that she had to finish as soon as she got home from school before she started getting ready, waiting for Stiles to pick her up once she was  done.

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stay the night :: Steva

If this is what we’ve got, then what we’ve got is gold We’re shining bright and I want you, I want you to know The moon is on it’s way, our friends all say goodbye There’s nowhere else to go, I hope that you’ll stay the night

Eva: Eva stared at Stiles agape - before she shook her head in disbelief, “Three? Like…the afternoon? I..” She started and tried to understand all of this, “I thought it was seven in the morning. I thought..I was heading to school.” She whispered before she looked up at Stiles and closed her eyes, “I..I had so much to do I must have lost track.” And then she remembered her assignments and groaned, covering her face, “I didn’t even finish the two papers I’m supposed to email this evening.” She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at it a little.

Stiles: “Yeah, it’s not three in the morning.” He said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he tilted his head. His tongue pressed against his cheek, lips turning down into a slight frown. “How can you just lose track of so much time?” As she covered her face, Stiles shook his head and pursed his lips. “It’s alright, I can help you on it. We can go work on them now so they’ll be done in time.” He decided, giving her a small reassuring smile.

Eva: Eva shook her head quickly, “I don’t know how could I lose track of so much time, Stiles..” She answered hurriedly in a hushed tone, before her eyes flickered up to his and she tried to reciprocate the smile before she nodded slowly, “You’re right..let’s..let’s go..” She pursed her lips and laced her fingers through his, looking up at him, smiling hesitantly before she looked down again in thought.

Stiles: His lips pressed into a line at Eva’s words. “Maybe you’re just — I don’t know. Overwhelmed. I mean you’ve got school and that whole accident thing happened.” Stiles offered as their fingers wove together, he squeezed her hand lightly and leaned over to quickly place a kiss on top of her head. “Plus we get an excuse to spend time together since I missed you.”

Eva: Eva smiled briefly and at him and leaned into his side as he pressed a kiss on top of her head, “So soon?” She chuckled as she looked up at him, almost starting to say they’ve been together a day ago, but then she remembered that was actually friday, and shook her head, remaining silent. She wrapped her arm around his as they walked on the way to the McCall residence since that was where Stiles stayed at, and it was a few blocks further than Stiles’ house but she didn’t mind. She looked up at Stiles, “Will anyone be home?” She asked and tilted her head.

Stiles: “Well I know I saw you this morning, but that was only for a few minutes.” He grinned slightly, shifting and putting his arm around her as she moved closer to him. “Besides is it a crime for me to want to be around you? It has been a couple days.” At her question, he lifted his wrist, checking the time. “No, I don’t think so,” he answered, glancing down at her, “Melissa’s got work, Scott’s been busy working with Deaton and Isaac’s always with Allison and I think my dad’s taking Thea somewhere. So it’ll be just us.”

Eva: Eva nodded slowly, deciding not to comment as he said they’d seen each other this morning - and she smiled a bit, “No, no it’s not.” She said and then lifted a brow at him, “Well..sounds perfect.” Eva mumbled before she moved her eyes back to the sidewalk as they walked, then looked up when she saw the familiar McCall house, before she moved some behind Stiles to let him lead the way.

Stiles: “As much as I like this whole family thing we’re doing. It’s a lot easier to focus when there’s no one else around.” Stiles added, shifting his arm again as they walked up the steps onto the porch so he could reach into his pocket. He pulled out his keys, looking for the right one as they stood at the door. Once he found the right one, he unlocked the door and opened it, stepping aside so Eva could go in first.

Eva: Eva looked up at Stiles and pursed her lips, “I wouldn’t know what that’s like…the whole family thing, I mean, my parents are always working and its just me…but I’m sure you’ll figure out something. You’re not slacking on your medication, are you?” She asked and lifted an inquisitive brow at him before she smiled at him sweetly, “And they say chivalry is dead.” She shook her head once as she walked in and glanced round, peeking a little into the rooms from where she stood, “It looks cozy.” She smiled and turned back to Stiles.

Stiles: “Oh yeah. You could always come over though.” Stiles offered, frowning slightly before shrugging. “No, I can’t even imagine how hard it’d be to concentrate on things if I didn’t. There’s always something happening.” He smiled to himself as she stepped inside, following closely after her and turning to close and lock the door. “That’s what you said about my house and I don’t really think that was even cozy.” He took his hand into hers again and started walking up towards his room, “Come on,” he grinned pulling her along with him up the stairs.

Eva: Eva looked back at Stiles and smiled at his offer before she nodded to herself, then nodded gain firmly, “Good.” She said then looked forward again. She laughed a little as she turned back to Stiles, “Oh come on. You don’t just get a feeling that you’re home as soon as you walk in through the door? That’s..cozy. It’s nice.” She turned back to him and smiled as he took her hand, before she followed him upstairs to his room. She walked in and glanced around, before laughing, “I like your other room better. It’s messier.” She teased as she lookedover the shoulder at him and wriggled her brows, “We need to mess it up first.”

Stiles: Stiles pursed his lips considering it before slowly giving in and nodding. “Okay, yeah I guess it’s a little cozy. My house not so much, but here — definitely.” As they walked into his room, he tossed his backpack into its usual corner. When he looked back up to her, his eyebrows raised in surprise slightly and looked around. “And how exactly to you plan on messing my room up enough for your liking?” He asked, fighting back a smile.

Eva: Eva glanced around the room before she pursed her lips and turned back to Stiles, biting her lip thoughtfully, “Well…” She started as she put down her back pack and got out a notebook she didn’t need, “It’s definitely going to be a mission, considering how neat this room looks.” She tore out a a page and balled it before she aimed it at Stiles head and threw it, grinning when it hit him square in the forehead, “One point for me.” She laughed before she quickly stepped away from him to take cover behind the other side of the bed, and started balling up more paper.

Stiles: Stiles watched Eva, eyebrows still raised. “Yeah, well you can blame Melissa for it. She somehow keeps this entire house clean.” He chuckled lightly, eyebrows coming together as he opened his mouth about to ask what she was doing. Once she hit him with the paper ball, his jaw hung slack and he shook his head. “Oh so that’s how it’s gonna be?” He asked, quickly grabbing a notebook from his desk and taking cover behind the chair. Crumpling several papers in to decent sized balls, he leaned his head out and lobbed one over in her direction, hoping it’d hit her somehow.

Eva: Eva laughed as she peeked over the bed and watched as he lobbed a paper her way, before she ducked out of it, “Missed me!” She announced triumphantly before she got up quickly and picked up a pillow to hold it up as a shield as she made her way towards him, throwing a couple more papers, then she she reached for the hanger behind the door to wave one of his shirts tauntingly in the air, grinning over the pillow.

Stiles: “That’s not even fair you have way more coverage over there!” Stiles called, peeking over the edge again and grinning as she got up. He used to opportunity to throw as many as he could to any part of her body not shielded by the pillow. Running out of ammunition, he quickly turned to ball up several more pieces of paper before turning his attention back to her. His shirt caught his attention and he laughed before throwing one paper straight to her head as soon as she showed her face.

Eva: Eva ducked underneath the pillow after the paper had hit her head and she flung the shirt at his head, before she picked up another one and threw the pillow at him before she made a run for it back to where she was taking cover - the onslaught of paper Stiles was throwing at her striking her an idea, and she toppled onto the ground intentionally on her bandaged arm, letting out a small cry of fraud pain as she pushed herself up with her good arm, wincing a little, “My arm..” She sighed heavily, chewing on the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

Stiles: Stiles grinned triumphantly, but didn’t take the time to celebrate more than that. Continuing his attack as she retreated back for cover, he flung paper after paper at Eva until he saw her fall. Immediately, he dropped what he was holding and scrambled to get up and make his way over to her side. “Are you okay?” He asked hurriedly, face filled with concern as he leaned down over her.

Eva: Eva felt Stiles hover over her and she felt bad for a fleeting moment that she had to trick him like that, but she turned to look up at him and pursed her lips before she pecked his lips quickly and scrambled off the floor to grab the pillow and aim a good strike at him, “Sucka!” She called out triumphantly and laughed as she moved back quickly to take cover.

Stiles: His eyebrows raised in surprise when he lips met his and he looked at her in confusion for a moment. The pillow smacking against his face answered all of his questions and he gaped at her, shaking his head in disbelief that he had actually fallen for it. “I thought you were actually hurt! You’re so gonna get it now,” he declared, head swiveling in search of something to throw. His gaze landed on the laundry basket filled with clean clothes not far from him. As quickly as he could, he gathered all the folded socks from the basket and turned towards Eva. “Your ass is mine, Evangeline.” Stiles smirked as he slowly moved to the side of the room she was on and threw a few socks at her.

Eva: Eva laughed, “You’re too kind for your own good!” She called out and quickly moved up to stand on his bed, jumping out of the way of the socks he started throwing before she stilled when he used her full name, “Oh you did not just..” She shook her head and charged at him, “Alright, you asked for it!” She laughed as she pounced on him, hoping he didn’t fall back, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to lock her feet at the small of his back, her arms wrapping around his neck before she stared down at him, a wide grin over her face, and she shook her head slowly as she resorted to her last tactic, and she pressed her lips down against his.

Stiles: “Yeah, I did. What’re you gonna do about it?” Stiles asked, the smirk on his face growing as he raised his eyebrows, challenging her. He stumbled back, his feet nearly tripping over themselves as she jumped on him, arms wrapping around her to hold her still as he struggled to maintain his balance. He couldn’t help but smile against her lips before returning the kiss. His hold on her tightening as he stepped forward, gently letting her down on his bed as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers.

Eva: Eva held onto him tightly until he laid her down on the bed, and her eyes flickered open as he pressed his forehead to hers, before she reached forward to take his lip between her teeth, tugging at it as her hands moved down along his shirt clad chest, “Kiss me.” She whispered as her eyes flickered up to his and she smiled broadly as she ran her tongue over his lip, her legs unlocking but remaining spread so that he could settle between them to close the space between their bodies.

Stiles: Stiles shivered slightly as Eva took his lip between her teeth, his hands slowly moving to her sides as he nodded at her words. Her telling him to kiss him alone was more than enough, but then she had to go and run her tongue against his lip and he pressed his lips back to hers fervently. His fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt and running along her bare skin as he pressed his body down onto Eva’s.

Eva: Eva smiled when she saw him nod and she let her eyes flutter shut as he pressed his lips down onto hers, and she moaned softly at the feel of his fingers slipping underneath her shirt, before she arced her body up into his, grinding her hips against his own as her hands traveled down to grasp the hem of his shirt between her hands and pull it over his head - breaking the kiss. Instead of putting her lips back to his she let her lips travel along his jaw, leaving small, open mouthed kisses and nips along his skin as she her lips moved to his neck, and she tugged at his hair some, before she let her hands travel down his bare chest, her eyes too taking him in before the moved up to his and she let an amazed smile grace her lips, before she pressed her lips up to his again.

Stiles: Stiles pulled her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue slowly running over it before he pulled away dragging his teeth along her lip as she pulled up on his shirt. His hands moved from her long enough to help her remove it, slipping his arms out of the sleeves. He’d expected her mouth to meet his again, but she started trailing kisses along his jaw and he let out a sigh before adjusting his head to allow her to continue. His hands were back under her shirt, moving along her sides slowly lifting the fabric up as their mouths meshed together again. This time he parted his lips, brushing his tongue out over her lips as he pressed his hips against hers as much as possible.

Eva: Eva smiled to herself when she heard the sigh leave his lips, and she was determined to hear him moan this time though - barely even sated by the small noise he’d made, and she let his lips press back against hers, “Damn it, Stiles..” She breathed out heavily as his hands moved underneath her shirt, and she moved her arms over her head so he could pull it away, and she parted her lips as well so her tongue could meet Stiles’ halfway, her hips rotating some against his - the jeans barrier making the friction difficult to enjoy.

Stiles: As soon as she moved he arms, his fingers gripped at the fabric, pulling it up slowly. His tongue met hers, leaving him reluctant to break the kiss but he wanted her shirt out of the way even more. Finally he pulled it over her head, lazily tossing it away, not caring where it landed. Stiles held himself up over her, letting himself take in the sight of her under him, half naked before he kissed her again hungrily. One hand snaking between them up to her neck, bringing her mouth closer to his as the other roamed down Eva’s side. Fingers dipping under the waistline of her shorts as he continued grinding himself against her.

Eva: Eva kept her arms held up until Stiles had finally lifted her shirt over her head - and she remembered she was wearing one of her lace almost see through bras - and from the look she saw in his eyes she knew he loved her choice of clothing. She blushed briefly, before she eventually felt his lips back on hers, and she closed her eyes again - her partial nakedness forgotten as she felt his hand move down underneath the waistline of her shorts, and she moaned breathlessly against his lips, letting her head fall back, “Stiles, please..” She whispered, her eyes still shut, her head clouded with the steam of the action they’d engaged in, and her hands finally roamed down till they found his pants, and she quickly fumbled with the button and the zipper, her hands hasty, until they finally managed to undo the hastens on his jeans, and she pushed at them gently, arcing her hips up against his to encourage him to take off her shorts.

Stiles: As her head moved back, Stiles took the opportunity to trail kisses down her jaw. His head was light from the lack of oxygen, and he panted slightly as he continued down the underside of her jaw, eventually finding himself sucking lightly at her neck. He lifted himself up, allowing her the room she needed to unbutton his jeans. Flicking his tongue out over her skin as he moved his hands to help her with his pants, pushing them down further and kicking them off. Stiles’ fingers moved to work on getting her shorts undone, fumbling with it slightly before they clasp came apart. Pushing himself up lightly, he stood up, pulling her shorts down as he did and slipping them off her before moving back down on top of her. Pressing himself to her body, not caring about the obvious tightening in his shorts as he brought his lips to hers.

Eva: Eva was breathless, her head pressed back against the mattress as his lips moved along her jaw, and she managed to do was moan his name softly through her teeth as she attempted to muffle it. She lifted her head some to watch as he moved out of his pants, and she pushed her hips off the mattress to help him pull away her shorts from her, leaving her in her underwear and bra. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers going through his hairs as she pressed her hips up against his, the growing bulge pressing against her clad center only making the heat between her legs increase, and that’s when it hit her, what they were doing. Just like that her heart had began hammering against her chest faster that it already was going, and she pulled away, her hands sliding from the back of his head to hold his face gently, letting her forehead press against his as she struggled to speak, “Stiles..” She started and swallowed thickly before she eventually opened her eyes and looked up at him, “I’ve never done this before.” She whispered, adding emphasis on this, before she pursed her lips and bit on the inside of her cheek.

Stiles: Stiles continued gyrating himself against her, the heat between them only driving him further. His hands exploring her bare skin as his lips molded to hers. He was too caught up in the moment and when she pulled his face into her hands, his eyes opened slowly, hands becoming still as he met her gaze. Swallowing hard, he nodded in understanding — He hadn’t even done this before. His entire body seemed to be tingling, but he pulled himself away from her, hoping that he’d be less focused on their bodies if he lessened the contact between them. “Neither have I. Should we — we should probably stop then, shouldn’t we?” he asked, breathing heavily against her lips, eyes searching hers for an answer.

Eva: Eva was grateful when he pulled his body from hers some - because while the lust was still there and it was almost painful not satiate it, it was better that they didn’t remain at such close proximity when they were so riled up- specially with their lack of clothing. Her eyes held his, really surprised when he too affirmed that he was a virgin as well, and she felt his heavy breathing against hers before she swallowed thickly and nodded, “We really should.” She whispered, before she started to pull herself from underneath him to curl her legs underneath her and sit up, looking at him, before she looked down at herself and a small, breathless laugh left her lips, “Wow..” She whispered, then her eyes flickered up to his, and a at the realization of her bareness, her skin deepened into a deep crimson over her cheeks and over her chest, “I..really…want to.” She started, stuttering a little, “And..I do want it to be you, I do. But..now..” She whispered and shook her head as she looked up at him, “Do you get it?”

Stiles: Stiles nodded slowly, working to even out his breathing and clear his head as he pushed himself off of her completely. He let out a short, breathy laugh and smiled slightly, running his hands through his hair as he sat down on the bed and awkwardly shifting to accommodate his hard on. “I guess we got a little carried away,” he mumbled, still grinning but now shy at his sudden awareness of the state of undress he was in. As she spoke, he watched her silently, still in slight awe over what had just happened. “Of course I get it.” He nodded, “I want to — like I really want to. But we should probably wait anyway.” He realized after speaking that she had just admitted to wanting to lose it to him and he couldn’t help but grin idiotically before leaning over and pressing another kiss to her lips.

Eva: Eva looked up at Stiles abd realized that he too had his face tainted into a soft shade of crimson, and it just struck her that he was willing to let his first time be her - just as much as she wanted her first time to be him and it just made her heart beat fast, this feeling she wasn’t familiar with making her stomach do cartwheels. She closed her eyes as he pressed a kiss to her lips again and open her eyes before she reached for his hand and entwined her fingers through his, “You..you’re amazing.” She shook her hrad once, cause he was, he really was. Eva ran her thumb over his skin before pulled away and got up, starting to put on her shorts and turned a searching gaze through the room, before she laughed a little, “We’re a disaster.” She shook her head as she searched through the shirts, the sheets, and the paper on the floor for her shirt, her face still a deep crimson because she didn’t know what Stiles thought of /her/.

Stiles: Stiles smiled against her lips and glanced down at their hands as she pulled away. He ran his thumb lightly along the back of her hand. His mouth turned up into a smile as he looked between her and their intertwined fingers. He was always a little amazed by how Eva’s hand seemed to fit so easily within his and how it could still feel like such a new sensation each time even though it happened so often. His head shook lightly, “No, I really don’t think I am… But you are.” As she got up searching the room, he raised his eyebrows, laughing outright and nodding. “Yeah a little bit, but I really can’t complain.” Stiles decided to finally get up, leaning down to pick up his jeans at the floor and pulling them on. Buttoning his pants, he noticed Eva still rifling through the mess of his room. From the corner of his eye, he noticed it between the night stand and his bed and he moved to pick it up and hold it out for her. “Looking for this?”

Eva: Eva smiled as she watched his eyes focus on their intertwined fingers, before she lifted her gaze up to his again and shook her head slowly before stood up to start putting on her clothes, her eyes searching for her shirt. She looked up and got up quickly as she skipped a step towards him, “Thanks!” She said hurriedly as she hurried to pull the shirt over her body and pursed her lips, before she glanced around and took a deep breath, “So…” She clasped her hands behind her back and smiled sweetly, swaying her torso from side to side innocently, “You’re gonna help me with my paper?” She asked and lifted a brow, “Maybe when we’re done…we can get get distracted a little more.”

Stiles: As she took the shirt from his hand, he grinned. It quickly faded as he remembered he still didn’t have his shirt on and he scrambled to retrieve it from the floor. Stiles pulled the shirt on over his head, turning to face Eva as she spoke. “Right I was supposed to help you,” he chuckled and both of his eyebrows raised at her as she finished. “I do love when we get carried away,” he mused, a smile on his lips as he walked up to her and loosely wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his lips to hers, smiling as he pulled away, “So we should get to work on that paper now.”

Eva: Eva smiled up at Stiles as his arms moved around her loosely, and she tilted her head as he pressed another gentle kiss to her lips and she closed her eyes, “God, I-” But she stopped mid-sentence when she realized what she was about to blurt out and her eyes flickered up to his, before she blinked once and tried to laugh it off, continuing, “don’t..know what I would have done without you…” She said with a small smile before she kissed him again and pulled away, turning to his desk to pick his laptop - having an internal momentary freak out, before she took a deep breath and turned back to Stiles, climbing onto the bad and leaning back against the headboard, resting the laptop in her lap, “Alright, let’s do this.”

Stiles: Stiles’ head tilted sideways as she spoke, wondering why she had stopped but he laughed finally as she finished her sentence. He grinned as she leaned in for one more kiss before sighing contentedly to himself, watching her grab his laptop. “You’d probably be at home, not distracted and doing your paper already.” He said playfully, running his hands through his hair once — since he was sure it had to have been somewhat of a mess. “Alright, alright. Time to actually do work,” he grinned momentarily before climbing into bed next to Eva and settling himself into a comfortable position and nodded.

Eva: Eva sighed, relieved, when he didn’t catch on her little drift, before she laughed and shook her head her head once, “It’s okay, I can manage it when I’m half focused.” Eva told him with a broad smile before she glanced sideways at him, before she scooted closer to settle between his legs and lean her back into his chest and she set the laptop on her lap, busying herself into her research, curled up close to Stiles as she read through her research, “This is complicated.” She huffed, then she glanced up at Stiles, and pouted, “Next time make sure I finish the paper with you.”

Stiles: "Maybe if we’re both half focused it’ll be like one completely focused person." He nodded slightly, grinning. Stiles was surprised when Eva moved to sit between his legs, eyebrows raised his eyebrows but adjusted himself to allow her space to lean back against him. Once she had settled in her leaned down resting his head gently on hers. His face partially buried in hair — which was always soft and smelled sweet, but he could never describe it if he tried — peering over her head and watching her as she did her research. When she spoke again, he smiled some at Eva, pulling his face from her hair as she looked up at him. "Papers are never uncomplicated," he chuckled looking down at her, "I haven’t been much help apart from distracting you and being your back rest though." Eva: Eva laughed a little because she knows she heard Stiles say that before, and the idea was a lot more intriguing now that they were dating - that they completed each other, and her thoughts drifted back to her slip up, and the thinking about it freaked her out a little, before she breathed out and shook her head slowly to focus - and she didn’t dare move when she felt his head rest against hers. She smiled to herself before she got to work, having read all of this before she only needed to type up what she had in her mind and a add a few notes. She looked up at Stiles and smiled, shaking her head, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.” Eva pressed a small kiss to his jaw, before she turned back to the laptop - yawning in the middle of the process, before she was soon done, faster than expected. She emailed the paper quickly and smiled as she set the laptop aside, then turned a little so she could lie on her side and leaned onto Stiles’ chest, her head against his shoulder, before she closed her eyes, remaining silent, rather enjoying the moment, “This is nice.” She sighed softly. Stiles: A grin spread over his face at her comment, realizing they had these phrases they somehow ended up repeating to each other throughout the course of them knowing each other. Each time it was said, there was different meanings and emotions behind it. While she worked Stiles was content to stay silent, which didn’t happen often but it was easier to do with Eva. Letting her type away while he rested his head back against hers, fingertips idly brushing against her thigh to keep him occupied. Once she had finished his lips spread into a wide grin and Stiles leaned back, relaxing against his headboard as she curled up to him. “It is,” he hummed into the top of her head again before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We should do homework together more often.” He said quietly, his voice just above a whisper as he brushed his thumb lightly over her cheek and closing his eyes, face buried again in her hair. Eva: Eva just loved being here, just being here with Stiles even when they did nothing. She could just be close to him and that would make her day, because it just felt good around him - the unfamiliar butterflies in her stomach, the tingling whenever their skin came in contact, how she always stops breathing sometimes when she realizes how much of an amazing person he was. She smiled when he kissed her forehead,”We should..” She sighed softly. Eva kept her eyes closed, curled up against Stiles’ torso - and it was a matter of seconds before she’d realized her safe haven in his arms and fell asleep, a giddy smile onto her face as the words that burned on the tip of her tongue all day echoed within her head. Stiles: Stiles’ eyes remained closed, thumb still grazing over her delicate skin. He barely even heard her reply, his attention elsewhere. His mind preoccupied by the way she lay curled up against his body, the slow, even rise and fall of her torso he felt with each breath she took. Lifting his head up and peering down at her, not at all surprised to find her fast asleep. In fact, seeing Eva asleep on his chest, left him feeling incredibly tired himself. Careful not to wake her, he slowly moved his hand from her face, finding her hand and interlacing his fingers with hers. The entire room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, which was slowly lulling him to sleep and he lay his head back against the headboard. He’d be content staying here this way forever — falling asleep with the girl who completely surpassed anything he could have dreamed of in his arms. Eventually, Stiles drifted to sleep, fingers locked with Eva’s hand and a small smile on his face.

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let's play house :: steva

Eva walked up the porch steps of the Stilinski house and rag the bell once, before turning to stare at the scenery in front of the house, the typical quiet neighborhood as she waited for Stiles to open the door.

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[confrontations] :: Stiles&Eva

--Eva had had to go home again, eventually, but she sneaked in through the back door and ran upstairs despite her parent's calling. She locked the door and sank to the ground, taking in a deep breath, before she frowned when she heard it the buzzing, and looked up - sighing once when she realized she had to swing by Stiles' house tomorrow.

Holding the phone in her hands the next morning, after a long, sleepless, researchful night, Eva walked up to the porch stairs and took a deep breath as she looked down, before she rang the doorbell once and stepped away, her eyes trained on her feet, the tiredness taking a toll on her.

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total eclipse of the heart :: Stiles&Eva

It's Valentine's day, what could possibly go wrong?

Stiles: Stiles had spent much longer than usual getting ready. Normally, he'd be showered and out the door within twenty minutes. Picking out a shirt to wear, he'd thrown most of the shirts he'd deemed unwearable onto the ground and his room now looked like a nuclear explosion of plaid shirts. Finally he had chosen something simple, a navy long sleeve and khaki pants. Fixing himself every chance he got in front of a mirror the entire way to her house, even in his car to make sure he looked presentable -- even if all they were doing was hanging out. At her doorstep he smoothed out any wrinkles he had, holding an entire box of Lucky Charms and ringing the doorbell.

Eva: Eva heard the door bell and called out as she emptied the pasta to filter the water from it, "I'm coming!" She called out as she left the bowl in the sink then wiped her hands on her apron and headed to the door. She opened it and grinned, "Hey you! Come in." She smiled as she stepped aside to let him step in, and she clapped her hands once, "You got the Lucky Charms!" She laughed as she closed the door and then took a deep breath. "Alright, brief tour, living room, kitchen, dining room, dad's office, upstairs, my room first then my parent's then the bathroom then the guest bedroom. Now you, are coming to the kitchen with me." She said and smiled broadly as she led the way to the kitchen to start up the pot she'd be making the mac and cheese in, trying not to stare or gaze at him too much, or wonder how she looked to him as well.

Stiles: Stiles' head snapped up as the door swung open. "Hey," he said stepping past her and grinning. He nodded once, "Well you did say you were up to the challenge, so I couldn't forget." While she spoke, telling him about where each room was, he didn't really pay attention. He watched her as she talked, a small smile playing on his lips until he realized she'd stopped talking and started walking away. He leaned against the countertop, sure his face still looked flushed from staring at her earlier. "Do you need any help? I'm not sure how to help but I can do...things," he said shrugging.

Eva: Eva could feel his eyes trained on her, but she tried not to blush under his gaze. She took a deep breath before she turned to look back at him, "Well," She started and shrugged, "I'm just about to make the mac and cheese. The pasta's boiled. You could start making the cheese while the mac cools down and I'll get the drinks, how about that?" She asked and smiled briefly at him as she leaned against the counter to stretch onto her toes and retrieve two plates, then she rinsed and dried them and set them aside, then she glanced sideways at Stiles, smiling to herself before she shook her head and faced forward again, taking a deep breath, "Is it ready?" She asked as she picked up the hot mac bowl from the sink.

Stiles: Stiles let out a short laugh, pushing his body up off the counter he was leaning on and nodded, "I can try to do that." On his way to the stove, he picked up the empty box and read the ingredients listed on the back with the instructions. Not bothering to ask her where any of the stuff was, he opened the fridge, pulling out what he needed and put them in the pot on the stove. As he stirred the mixture, he realized he found himself often glancing back over his shoulder at her. "You can't rush perfection," he chuckled, shutting off the stove and turning around to face her. "Yeah, I think. I don't really make it I just eat it."

Eva: Eva glanced back at him as he got what he needed from the fridge, and smiled to herself, "You know your way around a kitchen, Stilinski." She teased, basically because all the ingredients he needed were basics. She glanced at the mixture over his shoulder and nodded once, "Looks good." She said as she hauled up the heavy bowl of steaming, boiled pasta and started to slowly pour it into the pot, "There, just stir that." She mumbled before she emptied the last of it and set the bowl back as she looked up at him and smiled, "Well now you know how to make it." She told him with a grin, "Let me stir it and you go make the lucky charms." She bumped her hip against his playfully to gesture for him to get out of the way.

Stiles: Rolling his eyes, he shook his head, "Because it's so hard to figure out where someone puts their milk and butter." Turning back to the pot he watched as she poured the macaroni in the bowl, laughing as she knocked him with her side and took a step over. "Alright, I'd probably ruin that if I stirred it anyway." Stiles picked up the lucky charms box he'd left against the counter and two bowls, setting them down at the table before grabbing the milk. Filling the bowls nearly to the top with cereal and then pouring as much milk as he could into them before overflowing. He looked back up and smiled proudly at his work, "There. Two super Stiles bowls."

Eva: Eva snickered at him once before she grabbed the wooden spoon and started stirring the mac and cheese. "It's just stirring, Stiles. Everyone can do it." She nodded once, "You need to have more confidence." She said before she picked up the pot and started pouring the pasta in both plates she had set out. She glanced back at Stiles and laughed, "Oh God, I may have spoken too soon." She said, snickering once as she picked up the plates, "Alright, we put everything on the coffee table then we can watch our movie, yeah?" She told him and gestured with her head for him to follow her, then she set everything on the coffee table where the forks and spoons were already as well as the drinks beside the bowl of chocolate, "So, the Notebook?" She asked one last time to make sure as she went to start the movie.

Stiles: His eyebrows raised and he shook his head, "Well you already said you were up to the challenge, now you have to go through with it." Stiles nodded, pickup up both bowls and very carefully walking over to the coffee table, trying to keep himself from spilling anything. Slowly, he placed the bowls down at the table, silently cheering for himself for not making a mess. As a reward, he quickly pulled one of the marshmallows from the bowl he decided was his, popping it into his mouth. "Yeah, but you better not tell anyone that I'm watching it," He narrowed his eyes at her before grinning and sitting on the couch.

Eva: Eva laughed, "I guess you're right." She mumbled as she went to plop down onto the couch beside him. "Hey" She slapped his hand once, "No sweets before you're done with your mac and cheese." She told him seriously and grinned, "You'll ruin your appetite." She informed him as she sat back and crossed her legs, setting her plate on her lap before starting the movie with the remote control, "I told you. Your secret is safe with me." She glanced sideways at him, winked once and turned back to the movie that was starting, absently already taking a forkful of the mac and cheese, "Oh crap, hot." She laughed as she covered her mouth, not really knowing what to do before she winded up blowing into her hand then swallowing it down, "Oh God." She coughed once and reached for her drink, "I'm sorry. I'll shut up." She cleared her throat once as she glanced sideways at Stiles, giving him an innocent face, and then turning back to the TV

Stiles: He turned to her as she swatted his hand, "I like having my sweets before," he said before slowly reaching his hand back to his bowl. Picking up a red balloon marshmallow, he made sure she saw him putting it in his mouth and smirked. "What are you gonna do about it," he challenged, raising his eyebrows at her. As she started the movie, he put a spoon into his cereal bowl, mixing its contents as best he could. Stiles' attention returned to Eva at her exclamation. Laughing, he looked at her, not sure if he should keep laughing or be concerned. "No, it's fine. You okay?" he asked, corners of his lips turned up, "This is why you should have sweets before. You don't burn your mouth."

Eva: Eva eyed him and shook her head once as she started with her mac and cheese. "Mhm." She mumbled as she pressed a hand to her mouth, and sipped some more on her drink before she took a deep breath and glanced sideways at him, "I'm fine." She lifted a brow as she stared at him before shaking her head, "Fine, smartass." She laughed as she reached for her bowl of Lucky Charms to start eating away. Some time into the movie, she exhaled as she set the bowl aside, "God, you eat this every day?" She asked, exasperated, as she poked his stomach once, "Where does it all go?" She kept her voice down before she sank down into the couch and tilted her head onto his arm as they watched.

Stiles: "If you say so," his eyes went back to the television. Stiles leaned over, picking up his bowl of cereal and sat back slowly against the couch dropping a few pieces on his shirt. He grimaced and ignored it, starting to eat until he'd eaten a quarter of it. Putting the bowl down, he picked up his fork and ate some of the macaroni. Leaning back, returning his attention to the film, he laughed quietly at her poking and shrugged. "Almost every day. I don't really know, I was kind of blessed with the ability to eat everything." His face flushed as she put her head against him, glad to be facing the screen so she couldn't see. He continued watching the movie, occasionally glancing at her. Slowly shifting his arm, he moved it around her shoulders as they sat. Stiles looked at her nervously and ran his tongue out over his lower lip.

Eva: Eva remained there settled at his side, and she shifted a little when he lifted his arm to wrap it around her. The gesture got her mind thinking as her heart did cartwheels all the while. She sank into the couch and leaned him, pursing her lips, her attention completely divided between Stiles' arm around her, and the fact that she could feel his breath on top of her head. She took a deep breath and sat up a little so she could look up at him, "So.." She started when her eyes caught the pieces of Lucky Charms on his shirt, "Your dad kind of talked to me." She started as she picked the pieces up and then sat up to set them in one of the empty plates, and as she did, she chickened out, "Do you want a chocolate?" She asked quickly as she reached for the bowl and picked out two to give him one and start unwrapping the other.

Stiles: The tips of his fingers brushed against her shoulder as he found himself staring. His mind racing and his body refusing to move until she moved. His quickly reverted his eyes back up to the screen, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible and hoping she wasn't aware of him looking at her. "I - he did?," he said, becoming more unsure of his decision to take his dad's advice as he nodded taking the chocolate she was handing him. "What'd he say?" He asked playing with the candy in his free hand, not unwrapping it yet.

Eva: Eva looked up at Stiles and nodded once, before she shrugged, "It was nothing really." She started quickly, hoping her decision to break the silence wasn’t a mistake. She took a deep breath as she unwrapped the chocolate, keeping her eyes down, fixed on it, as she took a bite and shrugged once, "Um, he kind of...you know..asked me stuff." She mumbled then looked up at Stiles again, shoving the rest of the chocolate into her mouth hastily so she wouldn't say anything more and shrugged it off again, and hoping Stiles would drop it.

Stiles: As she spoke, he used his free hand and his teeth to remove the wrapper from the chocolate, not wanting to move his other hand. He bit into the chocolate, looking at her just as she turned up at him. "Yeah, he -- asked me some stuff too. He didn't give you a hard time or anything, did he?" His voice trailed off at the end as he'd noticed that she had gotten chocolate on her lips. Stiles shifted, "You've got...uh chocolate." He said, moving his hand up to her face. His thumb about to brush it off her lip, he hesitated. Eyes meeting hers as the sound of his own heartbeat filled his ears. Stiles leaned in closer to her, his nose grazing hers just before he pressed his lips against hers. Pulling his arm off away from her shoulders, his hand found her waist as the other cupped her face.

Eva: Eva shook her head once, "No, no, he didn't. He's actually really cool." Eva nodded once as she looked up at Stiles. She frowned a little then looked down as if she could see where she got the chocolate, "Oh..uh.." She started as she almost reached out, but didn't, because he did. Eva took a shaky breath as she felt his breath on his lips, and his nose grazed hers. At that moment her heart was racing so fast she could barely hear anything, and she didn't pull away. Her shoulders relaxed as she felt his lips against hers, and her eyes fluttered shut as she slowly returned the kiss, her own hand moving to rest along his cheek and jawline. She momentarily broke it off to take a breath and she laughed a little, not daring to pull away. Her eyes fluttering open and a broad smile spread on her lips, before she closed the distance between them again, this time giving more into the kiss as her other arm loosely draped around his neck, twirling the hairs at the back of his head.

Stiles: His lips stayed pressed to Eva's, eyes shut as his mouth moved with hers until she pulled back. He smiled, slightly dizzy at the lack of air and looked up to her eyes slowly. Stiles would have returned her smile if it weren't for her lips crashing against his again. His hand at her face slid to the back of her neck, bringing her closer against him. At her waist, his fingers slipped just under the hem of her shirt, brushing her skin as he shifted slightly and pressed her back against the couch. Pulling her lower lip in between his teeth, letting his tongue run once over her lip as he pulled away. "I think I got it," he said finally removing himself from her lips, but not pulling away entirely.

Eva: Eva could have sworn she'd forgotten how to breathe, but she couldn't care less, not really. She moved closer when Stiles' hand pulled her closer, her own hands now entangling within his hair at the back of his head. Goosebumps spread all over her body when his fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, and she leaned back into the couch. Eva eventually exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding when he pulled at her lower lip, and she shivered once, as her eyes flickered up to his. Eva was pretty much speechless, but she couldn't help but grin at him broadly, "You're actually...really..reall​y good at this." Eva mumbled as she looked up him, her fingers playing at the collar of his shirt before she looked up at him again. However, before she could even speak, she heard someone clearing their throat and she just jumped, quickly pushing Stiles off as she shot up to her feet, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and tugging at it as if the effort would pull Stiles up on his feet faster, "Mom! You said you'd be home by eleven." Eva said, exasperated, as her face flushed a deep crimson. "And you said it wasn't a date." her mother answered and Eva's mouth hung in shock. "Up to your room." Eva almost started complaining, before her mother continued, "Both of you." She finished, "And keep the door open." Eva stared at her mother, before she looked back at Stiles and grabbed his hand, taking her chance while she still had it, and she ran towards the stairs, laughing as they got to the top before she leaned up on her toes to press her lips to his again, "I'll show you my room." She whispered oh so playfully, her attitude towards Stiles now completely shifted, and she couldn't go back.

Stiles: "I think I've just wanted to do that for a really long time," he breathed, brushing his thumb against her cheek. Her sudden movements had him jumping back off of her, looking around until his eyes fell on the woman standing in the room. Scrambling to his feet at Eva's pulling, he awkwardly watched the exchange between the two. His mouth hung slightly open at her mother's final words, looking between Eva and her, not sure if she was serious. Stiles followed as she pulled him along, head turning back to her mom and smiling. "Hi, I'm Stiles. Nice to meet you," he called as he followed Eva up the stairs, still smiling to himself. At the top of the stairs, he met her lips, grinning as she pulled away. He intertwined their fingers as he followed her into the room, completely content with the change in dynamic between them. As soon as they entered her room, he only found himself able to focus on her. Letting go of her hand, Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her to face him. "Show me later," he said leaning down and pressing his lips eagerly to hers again.

Eva: Eva laughed when she heard Stiles call to introduce himself to her mother, and she remembered that she didn't exactly do that, but later is good, for now. She pulled away and lifted her brows excitedly as she laced her fingers through his and opened the door to let him into the room - that was messy in a somewhat neat way. Eva almost started speaking, but Stiles had tugged her back and she looked up at him, a smile spreading across her face as she giggled, "Okay." She agreed and closed her eyes, her arms wrapping around his neck to hold herself close to him, as close as possible, as she stepped backwards - and she toppled backwards to fall onto the bed, pulling Stiles on top of her, "Oh god." She laughed as she squirmed underneath to get more space to breathe so she could resume the eager kiss they were both exchanging - so much time they spent together that this proximity between them didn't feel at all weird or awkward, it felt right. One arm remained rested around his neck as her other hand rested against his chest as she weaved her head to get better access to his lips, this time she was the one bit onto his upper lip.

Stiles: They stumbled down onto the bed; he let out a small laugh, adjusting himself on top of her. Propping himself up on his elbow above her, he took the time to breathe just before she pulled his lip into her mouth. He shivered slightly at the sensation of her teeth on his lip before kissing her more ardently; he moved his palm against her waist and slid it up her back underneath the shirt, gripping at her soft skin. He moved away, breaking the kiss and placing small, closely spaced kisses along her jawline down to her neck before he pressed his lips back to hers. Mouth parting hers, he slipped his tongue between her lips, finding hers. He pressed her back down against the mattress, continuing to move his tongue between their mouths.

Eva: Eva smiled against his lips as the kiss got more intense by the second, literally. Eva drew in a sharp breath as she felt Stiles' hand move underneath her shirt, and her hand moving downwards too to emulate his same gestures, tracing along the waistline of his pants and moving up along his side, over his skin. "God, Stiles.." Eva breathed out as his lips peppered her neck and jawline, and she quickly moved her head up again to meet his lips. Eventually, she caved; parting her lips to let his tongue in and she did so as well. Eva's hand gripped at his hair tightly, her own tongue doing exploring of its own, before she broke away to exhale and take another deep breath, "You're really good at this..." She noted breathlessly as she finally pressed her forehead against his, breathing heavily between her content laughter, and she opened her eyes to look up at him as well, "I was wanting to do this for a really long time too." She admitted, still winded, and nodded as she pecked his lips and gazed up into his chocolate brown eyes.

Stiles: The way she said his name had sent him into overdrive almost. Head spinning slightly, relishing in how her tongue felt against his. The hand he had at her side, sliding to move up slightly as she tugged on his hair. His breathing was heavy when they finally parted, a small laugh escaping his lips as he smiled. "You're not bad yourself," he replied, briefly nuzzling his nose against her cheek before grinning against her lips. Stiles opened his mouth, but stopped as he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. Rolling himself off of her enough to reach it, he dismissed the call, not bothering to look at is as he reached over and placed it on her bedside table. He looked back over his shoulder to the door, looking slowly around the room before returning his attention back to her. "Thank god you have a cool mom," he mumbled, moving his lips along her neck, kissing at a soft spot under her jaw back up to her lips. The gears in his head had started turning, and he froze pulling away from her and slowly turning back to the door. Pushing himself up abruptly he squinted at a picture frame on the dresser, trying to make out the figures in the photograph. "Eva..." Stiles started, getting up out of the bed and staring at the picture. "This is her," he practically shouted, grabbing at the frame, "How the hell -- That's Jennifer!"

Eva: Eva grinned, and pursed her lips into a soft smile. She pecked his lips once, but pulled away as he did to pull out his phone and watched him as he set it on the bedside table. "I know." She laughed, and then let her head fall back as Stiles' lips moved along her neck, and she let out a soft hum when he pressed kisses under her jaw, tilting her head up again to meet his lips, only to frown when she felt his whole body tense above her, "Stiles?" She asked as she pushed herself up and watched as he picked up the picture from the dresser, "What? What is it?" She crawled off the bed and went to stand in front of him. At his outburst she jumped back and looked up at him, "Jennifer?" Eva inquired, and she remembered who Jennifer was, and felt a pang of betrayal in her chest, "That's my aunt, Julia." She informed him in a matter-of-fact tone, and shook her head once. But for some reason her heart was beating fast and she stared up at him, confused.

Stiles: His head shook, "No, this is Jennifer." Stiles looked down again at the photo in his hand and ran his hands through his hair before putting the frame back down. "Oh my god. Oh my god." He looked between Eva and the picture. "Your aunt is Jennifer. I'm sorry -- I don't. I'm a thousand percent certain that I'd remember the woman who kidnapped my father and Scott’s mom and Allison's dad -- She fucked us all over. And she's your aunt." His tone was harsh and slightly unwarranted considering she was completely innocent in all of it. Biting back the anger rising in him, he took a deep breath as soon as he saw the look on her face, rubbing at his forehead in frustration. "That's it! That's why you have the dreams. It's her."

Eva: Eva stared at him, completely and utterly shocked at the words that left his mouth - at the same time her brain took off thinking, trying to make sense of what Stiles was saying except nothing made sense. "She's dead!" Eva exclaimed and shook her head quickly, before she stepped back when she saw the condescending look in his eyes and heard the tone of his voice. "That doesn't make any sense." Eva shook her head and stared at him, "My aunt has been dead for almost ten years." Eva said slowly and swallowed thickly. "She's dead."

Stiles: The atmosphere around them had changed entirely. "No, she's not. -- Well she was -- to you, but she wasn't really. She came back as Jennifer...and now she's...dead again." His eyebrows furrowed together, knowing nothing he said would make sense without the other details Eva wasn't aware of. Then he realized how horrible he had handled this, looking down as she reiterated that she was deceased. "Eva," he started, stepping towards her, "I can explain it to you. Just let me, okay? I'll -- Maybe if we figure it out your dreams will stop." He gestured to the picture once more and continued, "It has to be because of her."

Eva: Eva frowned as she shook her head slowly as Stiles spoke, her hand moving up to cover her face momentarily. She quickly stepped back when he stepped towards her again, "Explain what, Stiles?!" She inquired, unable of masking the hurt in her tone, "What? What do you want to say? That I'm what, haunted? Or that somehow my aunt was alive all this time? And even if she was, why wouldn't she find her family, why would she go after you? Why would she go after anyone, how!" Eva exclaimed, "She is dead!" Eva said one last time when Stiles wouldn't stop saying it was because of her, and she wasn't sure if it just didn't make sense to her or she just didn't want to believe it. "I think you need to leave." Eva's eyes snapped towards her room's door where her mother stood, and she stared at her momentarily before she looked down and crossed her arms over her chest, stepping away from Stiles and looking away, the betrayal washing over her entire body like acid, and the tears leaving her eyes faster than she could control them.

Stiles: The anger in her voice caused him to freeze, no longer trying to close the distance between them since it seemed like a bad idea. Mouth hung open, he listened to her, spluttering to say something in his own defense every time she paused but couldn't find the words to say before she'd continue again. Her final exclamation left him silent, completely at a loss for words. Certain nothing he could say do at this point would matter. He didn't have enough time, he didn't know what to say and she wouldn't even listen if he tried. Stiles nodded, feeling a sharp pang of guilt coursing through his body as she ordered him out. He swallowed hard, almost taking another step towards her before retracting his foot. "I'll...just go then," he said feebly, turning towards the door. As he approached the door, something about the way her mother looked at him as she stepped aside for him to pass. Once he was out of sight from the doorway, he paused and turned to her. "You know, don't you?" His eyes narrowed at her and she shook her head. "She needs to know," he said finally before shoving his hands into his pockets and walking down the stairs and out the door to his car.