why they lost their minds and fought the wars

[malia]

Really, she doesn’t need to ask if he wants it. She can feel how much he wants it. But his words have tried to paint a different picture, and she’s having a hard time wrapping her mind around the juxtaposition. But before she can really get caught up in overthinking it all, which isn’t really her thing, she can feel his hand as it comes to rest against her thigh. It’s warm and soft as it slides up her leg, easily sliding her dress up far enough so he can feel bare skin. And it’s clear that as he closes his eyes and arches his neck to give her better access to the skin there, that his resistance has gone out the window. Whatever might have been holding him back seems to be gone.

They can’t do what she wants. She feels fine, completely healed. In fact, outside of being tired and sore sometimes from Ava nursing, her body feels better than it did before she’d had the baby. But she also knows Stiles. And she knows what the doctor said. And she knows that he’s going to take that as the gospel truth, whether she thinks she’s healed and fine or not. She had no intention of pushing either of them beyond where they were ready to go.

His skin is sweet against her tongue as she continues to move her lips against him, sucking gently at that spot right below his ear lobe and nodding with a mumbled “mmhmm” as he tells her to let him know if she hears anything. All she can hear at the moment is the humming of her body, the pounding of his heart, the rustling of the leaves, perhaps a squirrel in a tree a few feet away. But she promises him she’ll try to listen just in case anybody should stumble upon their little rendezvous spot.

She moves her hand further up his shirt, feeling the familiar warmth of his skin as she lets her fingers circle his nipple. She wants to go fast, to make him cry out in pleasure in a way that she hasn’t heard for a while, but she also wants this to last. She wants to go slow until both of them are completely desperate, more so than they are now. She shifts her hips against him, feeling how much he wants this. Before he can change his mind, she pulls back, moving far enough back so she can quickly move her hands to his zipper and pull it down. His breathing is heavy as he watches her, but he doesn’t try to stop her as she unbuckles his belt and urgent him to lift his hips so she can pull his pants down just far enough to free him of his boxers. She leans down to kiss him again before she takes him into her hand and begins to stroke him softly, slowly, wanting to feel every single inch of him.

[stiles]

He really should be more worried about an innocent hiker stumbling upon them here in the middle of the preserve. But it’s been almost five weeks now since he’s done much more than kiss her goodnight. It’s like his body hums constantly when he’s around her anymore. Like a mosquito he can’t swat away. But Nat had said six weeks, and it was the rare kind of rule Stiles was unwilling to break. So he spent most of his time around her trying to persuade himself that he didn’t want her that much. That he wouldn’t turn to dust, stone, or a puddle like the Wicked Witch of the West if he couldn’t touch her soon. That he wasn’t half hard at just the thought of the warmth of her bare skin.

Tonight, though, her mhmm is a firm, steady vibration against his neck. It sends a shiver down his spine that makes him ache for her all over again. He slides his hand beneath her dress from her thigh to her backside. Her underwear is soft beneath his hand, and he cups her ass with his palm, squeezing it gently before pulling her tighter against his body. Her hips press against his own, and he groans like he’s some dumb teenager again. He’s throbbing in his jeans, seemingly one half-hearted thrust away from coming, but it’s that friction that his body is desperate for. Against his better judgment, he pulls her closer as her hand moves up from his waist to his chest. Fuck, he groans as her finger circles his nipple, his hips half-jerking with a mind of their own.

He doesn’t expect her to pull back when she does. One second, she’s sucking on that spot below his ear hard enough to leave a mark he’ll whine about later, and the next, she’s gone. His fingers curl into her backside as he stares up at her, confused for half a second before her hands are at his waistband. She scrambles to undress him with that same wild need that makes him jerk his hips again when her hand presses a little more firmly against his zipper. He lifts his hips immediately, making it easier for her to pull his jeans down just far enough to pull his dick free from his boxers. “Shit, Mal,” he curses as soon as her hand wraps around him, soft and warm and slow. His brain turns to mush as her lips cover his again, her hand moving slowly down his length before following the same path back. The third time she does it, her thumb brushes gently over the tip, and he convulses against her. When her teeth graze his lip, he thinks he might really lose it, and it’s only then that he realizes he doesn’t want that - at least, not yet.

He slides his hand out of her underwear again, and then out from beneath her dress. When he wraps his arm around her waist, her hand tightens around him in surprise, and he groans against her mouth. Still, it’s not enough to deter him as he gently forces her onto her back. Her grip relaxes, but her hand stays around his cock, a talent he hadn’t known she possessed. She stares up at him with wide, bright blue eyes, but he ignores the question that lingers there as he presses one hand to the blanket beside her shoulder, and moves the other back under her dress to the waistband of her panties. It had only been a couple weeks since she had gotten him off in the shower. As much as he looked forward to this repeat performance, it felt important that he touch her, too. Now.

He hooks a finger into her waistband, letting it linger there as he holds her gaze. “Can I touch you?”

[malia]

She’s not planning on it happening, but she doesn’t fight it when he begins to take control. She doesn’t mind it. In fact, she likes it. It’s been a long time since he’s felt comfortable enough with her to take some kind of intimate control. Since she’d given birth, it was almost like there was a part of him that was afraid he was going to hurt her, or break her. That she had all of the sudden turned into this fragile creature that he maybe shouldn’t touch. But she doesn’t let go of his cock, firm in her grasp with his arousal as he settles her on her back and hovers over her. His cheeks are flushed and his body is humming and she curses the fact that he’s so set on listening to the doctor about waiting. She wants to feel him inside of her, and she knows that’s not going to happen. But she sees everything in technicolor and her heart is racing as he moves his hand back up and under her dress. She feels him hook his fingers into her panties and she bites her lower lip in anticipation.

She lets go of him finally, letting her hands slowly slide up his chest and to his cheeks. She gently brushes her fingers against his skin, memorizing him for the thousandth time. She nods her head slowly, not wanting seem too overly desperate for his touch even though she kind of is. She lets her thumbs run along his lips before she moves her hands to rest above her head as he pushes her skirt the rest of the way up with his other hand. She lifts her hips slightly as he begins to pull her panties down, and she whimpers slightly practically betting him to pull them off the rest of the way. She is desperate for his touch. She lets her legs fall apart slightly once they’re free of her underwear and he leans down to press his lips against hers again as he strokes her thigh. He’s teasing her, putting off the inevitable.

She is hot and wet and aching for his touch, and he finally slowly makes his way to her center.

[stiles]

There’s a split second when he regrets his decision. Malia’s hand falls away from his erection, and he has to fight the urge to catch her wrist and pull her hand back to his body. But it’s a single second before he tugs down one side of her underwear, then moves his hand to her other hip to shimmy the other side down. It had been way too long since he had touched her like this. But there had been his own fears about adding to her discomfort, and his anxiety about navigating her feelings about her body. Just thinking about initiating something like this had felt overwhelming - and not in a good way.

Now, it just feels organic as she holds his face in her hands, running her thumb across his bottom lip. He’s hard and throbbing, but he feels like he needs to watch her give in to her own desire far more than he needs his own release. He hooks one of her legs around him, letting his hand linger on her thigh. He doesn’t mean to tease her, for once. Instead, he runs his thumb back and forth against her soft skin because this moment feels more important than the ones that came before it. He hates the idea of her feeling trapped in her own body. Hates it enough that it’ll keep him up at night if he thinks about it enough. He just wants her to love this body as much as he does, and maybe this is the way.

He leans into kiss her again, sucking gently at her bottom lip as he finally brings his hand to her warm center. He strokes her gently at first, almost timidly as she lets out a soft moan that vibrates against his mouth. He moves his finger against her just as gently a second time, feeling the way her leg tightens around him, pulling him closer. His cock throbs, trapped between their bodies, and it’s all he can do to keep his concentration on her. He pulls his mouth away from hers but keeps his forehead pressed against hers as he traces his finger in a circle. Malia makes a sound that’s half-whine-half-moan in response. “Does this feel okay?” he asks her, and she nods frantically. He traces that same circle against her, pauses for a second, then does it again before settling into a slow rhythm. “Like this?”

[malia]

If there was anything else in the world, any sound, smell, touch, sight…it’s all gone. All she can focus on, and all she can take in is him. It’s been so long since he’s touched her like this and to say that she missed it was an understatement. She craved him, and just because they had a baby now, it didn’t make her want him any less. But she knew Stiles, and even if she felt perfectly fine, she knew that they would wait until the doctor gave them the go ahead to be together again. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t touch, couldn’t be intimate just like this.

She sighs as he runs his hand along her thigh, feeling every single grove of his finger tips as he does. She’s already aching for him to touch her, and he must know that because he doesn’t waste much time before moving his hand to her center. She’s already wet and swollen and as soon as he strokes her she lets out a moan, tightening her grip around his waist with her leg. She can feel him throbbing against her and she bites her bottom lip, trying to will herself not to curse because she just wants to feel him inside of her so badly. She wraps her arms around him, one of her hands moving to the hair at the nape of his neck as her fingers attempt to tangle in the too short strands. Her other hand moves to his firm backside, squeezing slightly as he continues to move his fingers ever so slowly against her. He doesn’t really need to ask her if it feels okay, she knows he knows that. But she also loves that he does it anyways and she can’t contain her desperation as she nods, biting her bottom lip as he begins to rub a slow circle against her.

She arches her back, closing her eyes and letting her nails dig slightly into the skin at the base of his neck. She needs more, but she doesn’t want to beg. “Faster,” she instructs him anyways, ignoring her hesitation to seem to eager. He listens, picking up his pace and leaning down to press his lips against her neck before he lets his fingers gently dip inside of her. He must realize in that moment just how much she needs him because he curses under his breath before moving his lips to hers and kissing her hard. He doesn’t waste any time before moving his fingers back to that same spot, circling her, pressing against her in a way that makes her cry out as softly as she can. He knows just how to touch her, and she’s wanted him so much, she knows that she won’t be able to last very long before letting go. She doesn’t want to. She wants that release, and she wants it from him, more than anything in the world at that moment.

[stiles]

Malia’s body responds immediately to his touch. Her nipples are hard beneath the thin fabric of her sundress, and he can feel the way they press against his chest when she arches her back. His hand presses a little harder against her, and his cock becomes more firmly trapped between their bodies. And for half a second, he thinks he might come right then before he forces himself to focus on her. Her voice is breathy but insistent in his ear, and he’s never wanted anything more than he wants to fulfill her request in that moment. He’s spent almost six full weeks terrified of hurting her, and now, it takes one gasped request for that fear to fade into thin air.

He moves his hand faster as his lips move back to her neck, and her thighs tighten around him in response. So much of his time was spent obsessing over this moment So much of his anxiety, both positive and negative, had stemmed from knowing there would have to be a first time they were intimate like this again. And so much of his mental energy had been exhausted that way, he had forgotten to think about how incredible it would feel to be with her again. In this moment, he forgets to obsess over every little thing because he’s too caught up in the way she moans against his ear, the way she arches her back in pleasure, the way she tells him exactly what she wants. He slides his finger gently inside her and is immediately aware of just how turned on her body is in this moment. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, his own body throbbing in response, before bringing his lips back to hers.

Stiles knows she’s close. The tension in her body, stretched taut like a rubber band beneath him, is impossible to ignore. Her thighs tighten around him again, her back arches a little higher, she makes another breathless sound when she pulls free from his kiss. In the back of his mind, he thinks maybe he should remind her to be quieter - who knows who or what’s on the other side of the tree break? - but instead, he moves his hand a little faster, he presses a little harder, and then he relishes in that moment when she comes undone beneath him, crying out as she reaches that peak. He slows his hand but doesn’t stop, savoring those tiny spasms that move through her body intermittently following that release. Her thighs relax, falling away from him, and her nails release their hold on his neck before he finally stops. He presses one more, softer, gentler kiss to her lips before pulling back and tucking her hair behind her ear. “You okay?”

[malia]

It’s like they hadn’t missed a beat. Their bodies just work together. He knows her better than anybody ever has. Maybe even better than she knows herself and that’s saying a lot. He doesn’t hesitate before fulfilling her request. She loves the feeling of his lips against hers, but she can’t breath. She needs air in her lungs as he pushes deeper, his fingers gliding against her. He strokes her with her own wetness all the while pressing his palm against her in a way that makes her think she’s going to come completely undone beneath his touch. “Stiles,” she purrs as he moves faster. She can feel his cock against her belly, and she grins as she arches her back, thinking of all of the things she’d like to do to him when he’s finished. But right now, she can’t hold the thought. All she can focus on is the way it feels to have even a part of him inside of her again. She feels her body quivering, unable to hold on any longer as she cries out with her climax. She moans as her body contracts, her heart racing, her hands reaching for his cheeks so she can pull him back in for a desperate kiss as she rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

It had been so long and it felt so good. HE felt so good.

She smiles at his question, her hands smoothly running along his shirt covered chest as she leans up to sneak another quick kiss. “Mmhmm,” she mumbles lazily, high on the feeling of pleasure still coursing through her body. “Better than okay.”

Without wasting any time, her hands make their way to his waist, deftly working on unbuckling his belt and immediately moving to his zipper. She can feel how he strains against his pants, begging for her to return the favor without having to say any words at all. He seems uncomfortable, but she moves her lips to his as she slides her hand underneath the waistband of his shorts so she can fully take his length into her grasp. He’s hot and throbbing and she needs to do this for him more than she think she’s ever needed to do anything in her life.

[stiles]

Her smile is soft and slow, rising as she hums her satisfaction. And it feels good. Stiles has missed feeling the way her body responds to his touch like this, even if it’s just been over four weeks. He’d like to relish in that feeling. Maybe hold it over her a little - teasing her, not in a control kind of way. But his body throbs for her in a way that makes it hard for him to even think clearly. His thoughts are all half finished, lost somewhere along the way when her body just barely brushes his. He had set his own need aside to focus on her, but now he feels like he’s seconds away from losing his mind. He’s sure of it.

He shifts beneath her without thinking. Really, the only part of him making decisions now is his cock, seeking out more friction than just the way her abdomen brushes against him every so often. But Malia notices. Before he can even try to half-heartedly tell her he’ll be fine, her mouth is over his again. He moans into her mouth as her hand comes back to his erection, stroking him gently. His hips thrust against her palm immediately. There’s no decision to do it - his body just responds to her. Because if there’s anything his body knows, it’s her. The way she sucks at his bottom lip, the way her hand curls into his shoulder as she braces herself, the way her thumb brushes softly over the tip of his cock. His body knows her next move before his brain does, rearranging itself when she pulls her lips away from his and pulls her hair over her shoulder, staring up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

Stiles groans at just the thought of her warm mouth against his hot skin. And then he thinks better of it. “Mal,” he laughs nervously, raising himself up on his elbows. “We’re in the middle of the fucking preserve.” But her gaze is hard and serious as she watches him, and he never tells her no or don’t do this. Because something about being in the middle of the preserve makes him feel like he might come if she just touches him one more time. It’s so far outside his comfort zone, it’s just enough to drive him absolutely mad. Malia takes his length back into her hand as he drops back down to the blanket, sucking in his breath when she strokes him one, two, three times before bringing her lips to kiss the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Mal,” he breathes just before she takes him into her mouth, and he loses what little was left of his mind.

[malia]

She knows this makes him uncomfortable, them being here, in the open for anybody to see. Sure, they’re secluded, tucked away in a little world of their own, but anybody could stumble upon them at any time. She doesn’t give it much thought. The woods are her home as much as their home is her home. But she knows Stiles, and she knows that these kinds of things are out of his comfort zone. but she wants him, she wants to feel him in her mouth, wants to taste him as he comes. She misses him. So she just rolls her eyes at him as he weakly protests, resting on his elbows as he looks at her. And she lets her body and her desire take over, her body still humming from her own orgasm, as she moves her hand back to his cock. He’s so hard, it almost shocks her, and she smiles as she teasingly strokes him several more times before she pushes his shirt up and kisses her way down his stomach to his hips, lingering there and letting her thumb stroke the tip of his cock for one final tease.

She finally reaches her destination, pressing her soft lips to his already salty tip, licking at the small droplet of clear liquid that’s already gathered there in anticipation of what’s to come. She smiles as she hears him curse, all the invitation she needs to take him into her mouth. She pulls him in deep, resisting the urge to gag as he fills her throat. She moves her hands to his hips, stroking his skin softly as she lets her tongue swirl around him several times before she moves back down. He fills her throat completely, and she knows that he is already far beyond the point of foreplay. He needs his own release, and she’s bound and determined to make him feel better than he has in a long time.

She’s gotten good at this over the years. And better because she knows his body so well. She lets her claws scratch against his sides as she begins to move her head, taking him in and pulling back. Letting her teeth graze his sensitive skin and her tongue move along him on the back back up. It isn’t long before he’s rhythmically thrusting his hips against her, his hands coming to her hair. His fingers tangle in the long strands and he pulls slightly as she moves faster. Faster still. Until she hears him moan loudly, exploding in her mouth and spilling himself. She hums against him as she continues to move, swallowing what she can and not releasing him from her mouth until his finally ridden out his release completely. She slowly kisses her way back up his stomach and his chest until she makes her way back to his lips, hoping that he can taste the remnants of himself on her tongue.

[stiles]

He’s not sure how Malia has this kind of power over him, but he forgets about everything else. Like the fact that they’re out there in the preserve, not too far off the beaten path. Or the fact that her cousin lives within what’s probably were-hearing distance from this spot. Instead, the rest of the world melts away as she takes him into her mouth. The feeling of her lips and her tongue and her teeth against him is the only thing that registers as he groans a little too loudly. His hand comes to rest on the back of her head, and he probably pulls a little too hard when he slides his fingers into her hair, finding purchase. His hips move of their own volition as he feels that tension grow, his body now desperate for that release. And when he does come, he moans her name again, pulling again at her hair, forgetting all about just how out-in-the-open they are.

His heart races as she slows down, taking her time before she finally pulls her mouth away from his hot skin. His eyes stay closed as she kisses her way up his body. When he opens his eyes again, it’s to her brilliant blue eyes and bright smile right before she leans down to kiss him. Her lips taste like him, and he groans into her mouth. His hand presses against the back of her head as he tongue moves against hers, still desperate to somehow get her closer still until he has to pull away to catch his breath. “You’re incredible,” he half gasps and then laughs. Out of awe, out of mirth, out of happiness that seems to fill every part of him right now. It still shocks him that this is the same girl he thought he loved back at 17, the one he thought would forever be the one who got away. It still hasn’t totally sunk in that this is his life now, with her in his bed every night while their baby - their baby - sleeps across the room. And part of him hopes it never does.

He moves his hand to her chin, pulling her in for another kiss. It has that same hungry feel to it, but it’s still slower and softer as he traces her mouth with his tongue. Malia is the one to pull away first, sitting back up beside him as she stretches her long arms over her head. It’s only then that he notices the matching dark circles on the front of her dress, spreading down to just above her waist. It catches him off guard at first, until his brain catches up and reminds him that she’s nursing, and this is their new reality. “Hey, you’re leaking,” he says gently as he follows suit and sits up. Her eyes immediately flicker down, and Stiles finds himself holding his breath, hoping that he hasn’t managed to offend her in some way this time. Malia’s hand comes up to cup her breast gently, almost like she’s checking to make sure the fabric really is wet, but her face is free of emotion when she looks back at him. So he decides to press his luck. “It’s super sexy,” he tells her with a crooked smile, “but if you’re uncomfortable, there’s clothes in the Jeep.” Long before parenthood, he’d fallen into the habit of having extra clothes on hand, mostly for a quick change after the messiest of pack business. Who knew it’d be yet another thing that prepared them for having a baby?

[malia]

She looks down when she hears his statement. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. Now that she thinks about it, maybe she had started to feel her dress growing sticky and moist, but she’d been so focused on her pleasure, on giving him his pleasure, that she hadn’t really let it register. But now it does, and fully. She reaches for her breast, squeezing it gently and grimacing. They’re full and growing slightly sore. This is the longest she’s gone without pumping or nursing for a bit and the excitement of what they’d just done is making the sensitivity all the more noticeable. She rolls her eyes when he tells her it’s sexy, and she knows he’s lying, but it doesn’t bother her. He lays there, watching her. He has a satisfied look on his face, his cheeks flushed and his arm thrown lazily behind his head as his cock hangs out of his pants, still slightly swollen and hard from his release. There’s something incredibly sexy about it, but she’s too focused on her dress now to do anything about it.

She shifts and reaches down, pulling her dress up and over her head, her bra quickly following suit. She couldn’t leave it on, not when it was soaked through like it was. Then it wouldn’t really matter if she put fresh clothes on or not. She’s aware that she’s almost fully naked, sitting there in the middle of the preserve, but she could honestly care less. She pushes herself up from the ground and wanders back to the car, rooting through the trunk for the spare clothes that she knows he keeps there just in case of an emergency or an unexpected shift. She finds a familiar old t-shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts and she pulls the shirt over her head, stumbling into the shorts on her way back to the blanket.

She curls her legs under her and watches as he tucks himself back into his shorts, trying to put himself back together even though she wishes they could have just laced there naked for a while. It would have been too tempting to take it further, even she’s aware of that. “My boobs are sore,” she tells him honestly. “If we don’t eat and get back to Ava soon, I’m going to have to pump.” She rests her hand on his chest, pulling him in for another kiss. It’s slow and lazy and she doesn’t make any clear move toward the food that he’d gone out of his way to get for them. Even though she is hungry.

[stiles]

Her soaked dress is a good reminder of just how different life is now. Even without Ava there, they’re not the same people they were four weeks ago or nine months ago. But this version of him can’t seem to get enough of this version of her. Stiles’s eyes stay glued to her as she pulls her dress over her head, then reaches around with one hand to unclasp her bra. He should be admonishing her as she undresses in the middle of the preserve and then balls her dress up in one hand, letting it dangle at her side as she walks back to the Jeep. He should be concerned about just how naked she is out here in the open where anyone can see. Instead, it takes all of his self control to not go after her, to not loop an arm around her waist and drag her back down to the blanket with him. His hand wraps around his cock again, stroking it lazily as he watches her bare backside wander away. His body is still overly sensitive after his own orgasm, but his length still twitches against his palm in a way that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. He’s never felt anything as intensely as his desire for her right now.

Somehow, though, he manages to behave himself. She emerges from around the Jeep in a pair of cutoffs that thankfully still fit and a shirt that might’ve been his or Scott’s back in high school. And he takes that as his cue to finally put himself back together, sitting up as he rezips his fly. Malia’s voice is very matter-of-fact as she settles back on the blanket. Her boobs are swollen and sore, she’ll need to pump soon if they’re not back home with the baby. It feels less urgent when her hand curls into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer to kiss him again, but he still mumbles against her lips, “Did you bring your pump?” Her lips brush against his as she shakes her emphatically, like a small child would. And even though they’re her boobs and her pump and her milk supply, Stiles kicks himself while simultaneously making a mental note to remember for her next time.

After all, life is different now.

“Then, I guess we should eat,” he says, firmly planting his hands on her thighs to extract himself.

It’s only once they’re eating that he realizes this is the first time they’ve actually eaten together in… well, probably four weeks. Sure, they’re usually in the same room for dinner, but Malia is nursing the baby while Stiles eats quickly across the table, ready to scoop Ava the moment she’s done so Malia can eat. Or he’s walking her around the kitchen, trying to get her to sleep while Malia gets her first baby-free moment of the day. They went from almost always being just the two of them to never being just the two of them, and it’s only now that he realizes how nice it is to just be with her - even if Ava does make up 75% of their conversation while they eat. It’s still nice to split a bottle of wine with her as they eat at the same time. Her foot brushes against his shin every so often, like even the small space between them is too much. One of his hands lands on her thigh again as she savors dessert, then kisses the chocolate stain away from the corner of her mouth. And it feels good.

The sun is beginning to set and the air carries a chill by the time he sighs, pushing himself back up to sit. “You doing okay?” he asks when she follows suit and winces as she arches her back, a reminder that she’s sore. “Should we get going?”

[malia]

It’s a perfect afternoon.

So perfect she wishes that it didn’t have to end. She loves Ava, and she misses her baby, and she’s very sore, but this time with Stiles feels like it was so long overdue. The quiet, being outside with him, loving him, sharing a meal and laughing. She’d missed him. She wouldn’t trade having Ava for anything, but she did miss these moments with him.

The food is delicious, and the dessert is incredible, and the way he kisses the chocolate from her lips is even better than that. But before they can get carried away again, he suggests that they go ahead and go and she knows if she doesn’t get up to go with him now, they’re both going to be covered in milk or her breasts are going to just explode. She nods in response to his question, standing up and helping him gather up all of their things. It doesn’t take them long to clean up their small little oasis, gathering everything back into the car and climbing in.

Once they pull away, she all of the sudden feels desperate to get back with Ava. Stiles must feel the same way because he doesn’t say much all the way home, seeming to drive a little faster than he had on the way there. She doesn’t bother to unload anything from the car, not even waiting for him as she makes her way to the door and rushes in finds Noah sitting on the couch with Ava fussing slightly in his arms. She smiles, relieved to see the baby, and relieved to see Noah. Without even offering a proper greeting like she knows she should, she just jumps straight to the point.

“How is she? Was everything okay?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before she moves in to scoop up the baby, breathing her in, scenting her and kissing her tiny head. She’s hungry and her angry cries immediately make Malia’s breasts ache with a need to feed her. They’ve had a talk about her nursing in front of people before, but the thoughts seem to completely empty from her brain as she moves to sit down in her chair, curling her legs underneath her and pulling her shirt up. She cups her breast, bringing Ava to her nipple and sighing with relief as the baby begins to suckle, relieving some of that pressure finally.