[Teen Wolf] Scott McCall + “Playing with my hair? I’m going to fall asleep...”
“Playing with my hair? I’m going to fall asleep...”
Scott merely smiled, his fingers still folding through your hair from where your head laid on his thigh. Tonight had turned into somewhat of a luxury- it wasn’t too often that he got a night alone with you. You were never the problem, no, it was just that he seemed to be famous in Beacon Hills, and with that fame came trouble.
So a night in which the two of you could exist together, alone, without fear or danger or even Liam interrupting you, was a blessing, and he would never waste it.
You had decided that you wanted to watch movies with him, and he had done no complaining. Melissa was working late that night and you were alone in the house, with him, so what would he care if you watched a few movies? It was time with you.
He made a fast dinner, frozen pizza, and though it was an easy meal, you enjoyed it nonetheless. He looked absolutely lovely when he cooked, especially when he did it for you.
The night could’ve gone all sorts of places, and it had, but when ten o’ clock came rolling around, you were all settled down on the couch with him. He’d found something on Netflix, something light hearted and funny, but that tried to stay away from cheesy romantics.
In the opening portions of the movie, you’d been leaning against him, curled up and your head resting on his shoulder. But as it went on, and you grew more tired, you readjusted onto your back, legs thrown over the arm of the couch, and your head laying on his thigh.
You had almost drifted off to sleep when you began to feel light movement of your hair, too light to even be called tugging. You opened your eyes with a smile, of course knowing what he was doing.
He only smiled, and kept playing with your hair, and true to your word you fell asleep before the movie was over.
It was the weekend, and you’d already known this was going to turn into an overnight thing, and so your parents knew well that you weren’t coming back home. Whether they knew why or not was another story.
Scott stayed still until he was sure you were dead asleep. Trying to move as little as possible, he grabbed his phone, and took a quick picture, wanting to remember how you looked asleep on him. You were beautiful, and he could stare at you for hours, but he was tired and that position probably wasn’t good for your neck.
He tried, but didn’t manage to get you into his arms without waking you up. You blinked your eyes open to being practically buried in his chest, and quickly you roused enough to know that he was carrying you up and into his bedroom.
Your heart fluttered. He was such a gentleman, and you couldn’t help but liken this treatment to that which royalty receive for their suitors. Scott was a knight in shining armor carrying you to your bedchamber, and your face cracked open in a yawn before you could tell him how he made you feel.
Not until had he set you down in the bed did you manage to break the silence with a soft “I love you”, but once you had his attention was once again all on you. He took your face between his palms and kissed you, slowly, though motivated more through savouring the moment than through fatigue. He wanted to remember the way your perfect lips felt on this perfect night.
You finally had to pull away from him, as you thought he might never let you go.
“It’s time for bed,” you told him, voice just a tad stronger than it was moments ago, “you can kiss me once I’m warm, and under your covers.” That gorgeous smile appeared on his face before the two of you began dressing for bed, and once you had, he took you up on your offer.
Scott McCall is a great guy- pretty much everyone knew it. From his best friend, who could rely on him for anything, to his mother, to that weird dude that was an accused murderer a while back. Everyone knows that Scott McCall is trust worthy and smart, and responsible, and just.
But no one knew his honesty, his kindness, his sweetness better than you.
