Episode 8.5

You have been warned, this has some explicit mentions. :)                                                    R.

                                             

Rae

                “Ok, so you saw a lady with hair snakes? In a cave?” I pursed my lips. “Yes, Sheriff Stilinski. I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.” He sighed, and stood up pacing around his office. “Next thing I know, you’ll all be riding off into the sunset with unicorns.” I looked down, trying not to cry. “Medusa is not real!” He slammed his coffee cup down and then saw the look Stiles was giving him. “I’m sorr-.” He began but I had already busted out. “Dad!” I heard Stiles holler and then he was behind me. I turned, eyes filled with tears, and looked at him. “Stiles, I’m so sorry!” He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, me sobbing, pulling him closer, and wrapping my arms around him. “I’m so sorry!” I cried into his worn out leather jacket. “Why are you sorry? Baby you didn’t do anything! He’s just annoyed. We always have that one perp that they can’t catch.” I shudder, trying to stop crying. Scott came around the corner.

Stiles

                With Rae still clinging to me, I looked at Scott, while smoothing her hair down. He shrugged, holding up Tamara’s jacket. “She’s gone?!” I gasped. Rae looked up, tears streaming down her face still. “Yeah and she left a note. ‘I’m fine. Needed to get out. Just give me some space.’” Another sob escaped Rae’s throat, so I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her. Let’s get you home, you look like you need to soak in the tub.” She didn’t move though. She backed against the wall, and slid down it, curling up once she hit the floor. “Here, carry her.” Scott walked over and picked her up, putting one arm over his shoulder. “Okay.” I got her other side. And we carried her out of there, still sobbing.

Rae

                I stood arms crossed, makeup running down my face. Stiles stood in front of me, holding out a towel. “C’mon Rae. If you don’t get in the shower, I will undress you myself.” His threat didn’t faze me, except when he took a step forwards. “Go ahead. You wouldn’t dare.” He gently pushed me against the wall. “Test me.” He growled, and I bit my lip. “What if I don’t want a shower?” He chuckled. “Rae, you are quiet the girl.” He pulled my shirt up and off, then unbuttoned my jeans. “Getting warmer.” He smiled. I stepped out of my jeans, and tilted my head. “Your turn.” I pointed to his shirt. He looked at me to see if I was kidding, then pulled it off to display a body only to be described as ‘Oof!’ “You sure you wanna keep going?” He asked me, as I took my turn to unbutton his jeans. “Mhm.” He swallowed hard and I could hear his heart beating like crazy. “It’s ok. You’re not the only inexperienced one in here.” He looked at me confused. “You’re still a?” “A virgin? Yes Stiles. I am a virgin. Why is that a shock?” He shrugged and I undid my bra, and pulled off my underwear. Then I climbed into the tub, closed the curtain and turned on the water. “Stiles?” I heard him clear his throat. “Yeah?” “Aren’t you coming?” A slight shuffle. “Uh…” “Stiles, the answer is yes, yes you are.” I stuck my hand out and grabbed his hesitant arm. “You know you want to.”