Fics like Bedtime Stories

"It's — growing pains. This is me getting stronger. I have evidence. I won a spar. The score is 60-1 or something but I won one. So. There." "... I suppose some congratulations are in order?" Peter says, half-mocking drawl. Stiles flips him off. Makes pathetic noises when all of his muscles protest at once. A fingertip grazes his and — "Wow," Stiles breathes, dazed, as his pain begins drifting away on a cotton candy cloud of childish-shiver ecstasy. "Don't stop. Do not ever stop." "That's quite a request. And quite a unique position to be requesting it from." Stiles lifts his head up - with miraculous ease - and glares at the middle-finger currently cosying up to Peter's black-veined pointer. He feels dangerously close to pouting. He doesn't want to lose the werewolf-mojo, but Peter is kind of right. Peter heaves a sigh before Stiles can come up with something probably stupid and says, "Would you like a massage, Stiles?" [And maybe this is where their love story started, or maybe it started with breaking and entering and a few pranks, or maybe it started when they first locked eyes on one another. However it started — here's how it goes.]

Fics like Bedtime Stories

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