When I wake up in the morning, the sun is creeping across the floor of Stiles' room. I turn my head, slightly confused as to how I got here when I notice Stiles' arm flung over my waist and his face buried into the crook of my neck. I stop moving, not wanting to wake him up just quite yet. He looks so peaceful sleeping like this and part of me feels very content to just lay here with him like this in a sense of absolute peace. But another part of me, a quiet whisper in the back of my mind, worries that the allure is already starting to effect him.

Growing up, my mother always told me that the life of a mermaid is a lonely one. While the aspect of capturing the affections of men is incredibly easy, much of it is due to the allure. Mermaids need a constant level of physical affection to maintain control, and so we were gifted with natural good looks, the basics like blemish free skin, long eyelashes, eyes with vibrant colors, desirable figures regardless of how little we try to maintain them. Along with our looks, we're gifted with an allure. The allure increased the levels of lust and sexual drive of the men we use it on. More experienced mermaids are able to use their allure on a whim, simply needing to make eye contact. Those inexperienced, like myself, generally need a starting form of physical contact like a kiss. But the allure itself is simply manifested in physical attraction and lust with the side effect of infatuation with absolutely no true emotion behind it. Very few can manage to see past the allure to actually see the mermaid for who she truly is.

Stiles shifts next to me, pulling me tightly against him, and placing a soft kiss against my cheek. "What time is it?" He mumbles into my hair, his voice deep and rough with sleep, and the sound of it sends a shiver down my spine as I glance up at the clock on his bed side table.

"It's like 6:30"

He grumbles in response and nuzzles in closer to my neck, pressing his lips softly to the sensitive skin there.

"Stilinski," I mumble breathlessly, "what are you doing?"

"Making the morning so much more bearable." He murmurs against my neck and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning out loud at the sensation.

"Don't use my words against me!" I say, trying to shift away from him but he holds on to me tightly, his hand gripping against the bare skin of my hip where my camisole had risen up slightly.

"So what's the plan for today?" He asks, running one of his hands softly through my hair while the other is rubbing lazy circles on my hip.

I bite my lip to contain my purr of appreciation and look up at him. "What do you mean? We have school, why do we need a plan for school?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"Well we're supposed to act like we're in a relationship aren't we? What if people don't buy it, what are we supposed to say?" He asks, chewing on his lip as his eyebrows furrow together and I chuckle while rolling my eyes at him.

"Stiles, this is for you. You asked me to teach you how to be in a relationship, who the fuck cares if anyone else believes it. When have we ever really cared what they think anyways. Besides, most people think we're fucking anyways." I tell him nonchalantly as I stretch out and press myself against him slightly.

I can feel his heart rate jump and I smirked him. "They think we're w-what? W-why would they think that. Like who would ever think you'd look my way." He stutters and I frown slightly at his lack of confidence.

I roll over on top of him, my knees on either side of him, and look down at him. He stares up at my wide eyes, his messy brown hair even messier than usual, his soft lips pulled down in a slight frown and a light twinning of pink dusted across his cheeks. I take his hands in mine, intertwining his fingers with mine.

"I looked your way last night, didn't I? Or did you forget the part where I had my lips pressed against your body..." I whisper softly as I lean towards him, my lips just barely apart from his.

"That's different," he whispers, looking unconvinced, "You just did that to help me."

"Oh, Stiles," I murmur against his lips and he inhales sharply, "It didn't take much to convince me."

I get up off of him, heading over to a little mirror on his desk that he keeps there for me on the nights I stay over so I can do my makeup in the morning. "Now go take a shower, I want to grab a coffee before school."

Stiles grumbles something incoherently from the bed before throwing the blankets off of himself dramatically and stopping out of the room to the bathroom. I settle down in his desk chair and begin applying some of my makeup. While I definitely didn't need to apply any, one of the perks of being a mermaid was I always managed to look pretty nice naturally, I still really enjoyed putting on makeup. I found it therapeutic and just enjoyed it as a hobby, but I certainly didn't feel the need to put it on every day.

I swipe on some foundation and put a slight smokey eye before putting on some eyeliner, flicking it out into a wing, and a couple of swipes of mascara. I put my makeup back in its little box and slide it and the mirror back into a far corner of his desk so that it's not in the way before heading over to my drawer of clothes.

I riffle through the drawer, not quite sure what I wanted to wear yet today, a couple of potential outfits filtering through my minds. If I was feeling a little edgier I could wear my skinny jeans with a tank top and my leather jacket, or a simple lace button down top top with a skirt. I glance out the window, admiring how nice the weather is, and choosing the latter option. I change into the outfit quickly before running a brush through my hair quickly and glancing at the clock again. It's 7:05 now and if Stiles, doesn't hurry up we're not going to have time to grab food before class.

I grab my phone from where it's charging on the floor and flop down on his unmade bed, lying on my stomach with my legs angled up and my ankles crossed. I scroll through a couple of apps on my phone, not really paying attention to them when he comes back into the room. I glance up at him and nearly drop my phone at the sight of him in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around his hips. I bite my lip and glance down before slyly glancing back up through my lashes as covertly as I can.

Stiles is busying rummaging through his clothes so he doesn't notice me staring and I take a moment to fully appreciate his body. He's always been pale, but his skin is smooth with a sprinkling of moles down his back. As he moves, his muscles tighten and release. Stile's has never been a bulky guy, but he certainly has a lot of lean muscle that I certainly never noticed through his t-shirts before. Needless to say I have a new found appreciation for lacrosse.

He turns around and catches me looking at him, grinning at me shyly. "Hurry up hot shot," I tell him with a smirk, "Or we're going to be late."

I get up off the bed and leave the room heading downstairs so that he can finish getting dressed. Partly because I can tell he's feeling a little shy around me, but mostly because if I was in the same room with him for another minute I was probably going to pounce on him. At least I wouldn't have to waste much time on getting him naked since he was only in a towel. I blush slightly at the idea of a naked Stiles but part of me grins wickedly at the thought.

"Ready to go?" He asks, popping up behind me with his backpack slung over his shoulder and I nod, grabbing my back from next to the door where I had dropped it the night before.

We get into the jeep and he starts the engine, pulling out of the driveway with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my thigh. I glance at him to see if he's noticed but he seems completely oblivious to the action so I decided not to draw attention to it.

It doesn't take us long to grab our usual breakfast order from the drive thru café, a block away from school and we pull into the school parking lot with at least 15 minutes to spare before class.

"I hate the fact that you always make us get here early," He grumbles and I snicker at the face of disgust he's making.

"Well some of us actually want to graduate. We can't all be underachieving geniuses like you." I say, shoving at his shoulder.

He catches my hand and wraps it in his and my heart sputters to a stop for a moment, "Well we can't all be overachieving geniuses like you." He teases back and I laugh a little breathlessly.

We get out of the car and head towards the school, his hand finding mine again, a gesture that I'm quickly finding to be both comforting and completely nerve wracking at the same time but Stile's seems completely unfazed by it. I find it all a little amusing that he seems so convinced he'd be horrible in a relationship when he's clearly a natural at it.

I drag Stiles along with me to my locker and I'm pulling a couple of books out of it when the rest of the pack finds us.

"Hey guys," Scott says, pausing a moment before raising an eyebrow at us, which I choose to ignore and Stiles doesn't seem to notice.

"Hey Scott," I say cheerfully, turning back towards my locker and Stile's mumbles some sort of greeting.

"Hey Stiles, Y/N," Liam says as he and Isaac catch up with Scott, pausing for a moment as his nostrils flare, "Y/N why do you smell like Stiles?" He asks and Isaac looks at Stiles with a smirk and Stiles blushes, his face coloring red.

"We're dating." I say nonchalantly, leaning against Stiles whose arm wraps around my waist loosely.

"Dating!" Liam exclaims loudly, and the hallway suddenly goes very quiet as everyone looks at us suddenly. Isaac chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"Yes, dating. Don't make a big deal about it."

"Y/N with Stilinski? No, no way. She's too hot to be with that spaz." A guy a few lockers down from us says to his friend, and I can feel his eyes trailing down my body like he thinks he owns me.

I growl in irritation and the sound dies in my throat when I look up to see Stiles, a look of hurt flashing across his face that he quickly tries to hide. A feeling of fury washes over me and I can't help but want to make that disgusting piece of scum eat his words.

I move closer to Stiles, my hand sliding up his chest, clutching the collar of his shirt and pulling him down towards me so I can whisper in his ear.

"Put both your hands on my waist, Stilinski," I breathe into his ear and he tenses slightly.

"What are you doing?" He asks, his voice so quiet I almost don't hear him.

"We're gonna put on a show, babe," I murmur against his neck, "Just let me do all the work," I add, sliding one of my hands into his hair as I perch on my tiptoes in order to press my lips to his.

Stiles hands grip my waist immediately, pulling me tightly against him as I kiss him roughly. I tease him with my tongue, pulling on his hair to make him moan softly before slipping my tongue into his mouth. Stiles leans against my locker as I press myself even more tightly against him and his hands slide down from my waist to cup me ass through my short skirt. He squeezes softly and I moan into his mouth quietly, hoping no one else can hear me but also slightly turned on by the thought that they just might be able to.

"Y/L/N!" Coach's voice rings out and Stiles and I jump apart, "And Stilinski?" He says, sounding surprised and Stiles opens his mouth before closing it again in silence while I just grin at Coach sheepishly.

"I never expected that, good for you Stilinski, good for you," Coach mutters, and walks away from us still confused and in shock.

I glance over at the asshole a few lockers down and his mouth is hanging open in complete shock, I wrap my arms around Stiles and wink at him.

"Stop talking about my love life, asshole." I holler at him with a smirk and he stutters an apology before slamming his locker shut and hurrying away from us.

"Holy shit I need a cold shower," Isaac mutters under his breath and Liam looks completely traumatized as Isaac and Scott drag him away.

"I don't think you're going to have to worry about anyone believe us." I whisper slyly while grinning at a very flustered looking Stiles.