[ As she'd said, she was over that night, crawling in through his window, kicking off her boots and crawling into bed with him, curling up around him from behind. She slept better this way. It was warmer, she was relaxed, it was just... better. Her father and she's relationship was still rocky, even after her stay at Eichen House. The explanation they'd given him was weak, at best, but he'd accepted it, and her, back into his life. Now that thread was tenuous and they barely spoke. It isn't easy going back into a life you left almost a decade ago, and it's even harder to bring someone back that you thought had died, that you'd mourned over and moved on from (for the most part; mr Tate was nothing if not a little obsessive himself).
The point was, Stiles' house almost felt more like a home to her than the actual home she lived in did, and that was why she was over there as many nights a week as she was. He's asleep by the time she manages to get out and get there, and she's soon following him into slumber the minute she's curled up under his blankets with him. Morning comes, and she's still curled up at his side, face pressed into his neck, legs twined with his, although one of her over the knee socks has scrunched it's way down to her ankle, and her shirt is hiked up and wrinkled. She's in the soft grey space between sleeping and awake when the light hits her, and she lays still, testing to see if he's awoken yet, too. ]
stiles and malia go lingerie shopping
The point was, Stiles' house almost felt more like a home to her than the actual home she lived in did, and that was why she was over there as many nights a week as she was. He's asleep by the time she manages to get out and get there, and she's soon following him into slumber the minute she's curled up under his blankets with him. Morning comes, and she's still curled up at his side, face pressed into his neck, legs twined with his, although one of her over the knee socks has scrunched it's way down to her ankle, and her shirt is hiked up and wrinkled. She's in the soft grey space between sleeping and awake when the light hits her, and she lays still, testing to see if he's awoken yet, too. ]