It didn't matter how long Scott McCall had waited for the opportunity to lose his virginity, he still couldn't help the mortifying feeling that rose in his chest at the prospect of it happening right now. "You can't. We can't," he stressed. Scott mentally corrected himself though: I can't. Feelings of guilt multiplied in his mind. Not even an hour ago, he had been face to face with Allison's father, promising to stay away from her, for both their sakes. As much as he hated the agreement, Scott did not want to go back on his word. "I mean, you know I want to, but I- I promised your dad I'd leave you alone," he tried to explain.

Scott's hesitation caused Allison to raise her head up from its spot on his shoulder. She pressed her lips to his, silencing him. "You're terrible at it. Look at you. You can't even stop me from kissing you." She leaned in again, boldly flicking her tongue against his lips. Allison loved how warm his breath felt, wanted to keep the heat all for herself. She felt his hands come up on either side of her face; fingertips sliding along her cheekbones, keeping her close to him.

Allison is right, Scott thought as he drew her face closer to his own. I am terrible at this. Derek and Mr. Argent should have caught on by now; Scott was a prime candidate for reverse psychology. When it came to Allison, no amount of warnings would really be able to keep him away. In fact, it just seemed to speed up how fast he returned to her side, like a set of magnets. Scott allowed himself to kiss her back, hesitantly, waiting for the inevitable interruption, whether a poorly timed call from Stiles, a mysterious visit from his mom, or even the sudden desire within him to make Allison bleed. He instead tried to focus on the scent of cherry lip gloss on her lips, how it mixed with the spice of whatever she ate for dinner, and the gum she chewed on the way over to his home. Scott could never tire of it. He could be happy just breathing this in all night. Then there was her heartbeat. The steady lub-dub that he could pick out of any crowd, any classroom, or even the lacrosse field, it was hers and hers alone. It was the one heartbeat that he always tried to keep pace with. He couldn't help himself when another smaller groan escaped him, a warning to them both. "It's not safe, like this."

Allison blinked and leaned back so she could study him better. "Safe?" Getting up, she went to her purse, still draped carelessly over the armchair in the corner. "I know I have a condom in here somewhere," she muttered, more to herself than to Scott, even though he heard her quite clearly.

Shaking his head, Scott stood up. "No, no, that's not what I meant."

Standing in front of the chair, Allison paused and looked over at him, one eyebrow cocked in confusion, holding a condom in her right hand.

"Like, how do I - I mean, every time we try, I just -" Frustrated, Scott growled at his inability to articulate anything about sex. "There's no way I can do this without hurting you!" he finally blurted out.

Allison's gaze went to his hand, stretched out before her, vicious claws now dotting each finger. "Ooooh," she understood, her tone rising as the obvious occurred to her, finally. "You meant claws and stuff." She playfully tossed the condom onto the bed and began digging deeper into her bag.

Scott's eyes followed the condom as it landed near his pillows. "What do you mean? What else would I be wor-" he paused, looking back at Allison. "Oh." Realization hit him as he spared another glance at the wrapped condom, mocking him from his bed. "Oh!" Not only did he have to worry about accidentally shredding his girlfriend into dog food but there's that little possibility of knocking her up. Terrifying images of himself weighted down with a litter of werewolf babies flooded his head. Or what if he gave Allison some type of weird werewolf STD? Do werewolves get STDs? he wondered, considering his body's innate healing abilities.

Allison could see Scott was getting overwhelmed. That cute, baffled expression materialized over his face as if silently trying to make sense of a million little possibilities at once; the confusion at least made his claws retract and reform into dull fingernails again. She could see she'd need to step in and take control before he worried himself to death.

"I think we've got both covered," she said slyly, as she pulled out her taser from her purse. Ever since her aunt had given it to her, Allison had never been without it, even in school. She held it delicately in her grip, showing Scott. He eyed it warily.

"What are we going to do with that?" He instinctively brought his hands to protect his crotch in a not so subtle way.

Allison had to giggle at the motion. She shook her head. "Not what you think, I swear. I just thought that we could do a little test." She started to walk towards him.

"Test?"

She nodded. "Yes, a test. You see, we're going to start making out and I'm going to keep this taser pointed at you. If you start wolfing out on me, then ZAP!" Scott flinched as her voice rose with the inflection on the last word. "You snap back and nothing bad happens." She smiled with sweet confidence for her boyfriend. Allison stood in front of him now, the taser artfully placed between them and pressed into Scott's chest.

"How can you be so sure about this? Do you have any idea what it feels like when I- I- think of you this way?" Scott's voice was so small, he could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Admitting that he got off on thoughts about hurting Allison made him feel so perverted, so flawed. That the idea of making her bleed and cry aroused Scott like nothing else ever had. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away from her. "It's just not normal."

It broke Allison's heart to hear him talk like this. Sure, he was a werewolf, which presented a huge, unimaginable learning curve for both of them, but it perplexed her as to how he couldn't stop thinking of himself as so unworthy. "So, what's normal anyway?"

"You don't get it, Allison!" His hand rose up quickly and swiped the taser from her hands to land on the bed next to them. Scott could suddenly feel the wolf under the surface, itching under his skin to get out. It wanted to get at Allison, who had enough instinct to step away just then. "When I change...If I think of being with you, it- just turns into something..." Scott trailed off and hung his head in shame. "It's not right, but I - I get turned on when I think about hunting you down. Hurting you." Resigned, he shook his head in defeat. "You really shouldn't be with someone like me. Your dad is right. Staying away from you is the best thing."

Allison gave a small exasperated sigh. She thought they had talked this through already. Scott had let Allison ask any questions she wanted and he answered them as best he could. She was amazed at the things he could do, the enhanced senses and perceptions he now had; Scott's behavior since they had met had finally made perfect sense. When he got aroused, it caused Scott to shift, which was often why they never moved past the heavy petting stage. Scott explained to her how the transformation hurt, especially on the full moon or when the alpha had forced it. Allison was left wondering exactly what took place in his body when it happened, imagining how bones and muscles in all the worst places would stretch and grow. Despite it all, Allison convinced herself it didn't change what she felt for Scott; or what she ached to give him.

Making her decision final, Allison approached Scott again, not allowing him push her away anymore. Allison retrieved the taser from the bed, feeling its comfortable weight in her hand. She pointed it at his chest again. "I want to be with you." She adjusted her grip on the taser between them. "You want to be with me?" she asked, knowing his answer was an emphatic YES! She pressed herself to his groin, fighting the urge to keep her other hand from moving down there as well. Instead, she poised it to his neck, gently running her fingers against his hard set jaw. "I'm your anchor, remember? I just don't think you're capable of killing the one you want to be with. What's the point in that?" Allison smirked up at him, hoping Scott would take her assessment the right way. "In fact, it would make sense to keep me as safe as possible, no matter how overprotective you get."

"But I have to be overprotective!"

"I know, and I appreciate it. But you can't protect me all the time. I have to protect myself. I can and I will. Don't you agree?"

Scott had backed up so that the edge of his bed pushed on the backs of his knees. "Well, your taser skills are pretty good." He looked from the taser to Allison. "And you're even better with a crossbow, for sure." He moistened his lips, trying to ignore the increased throbbing between his legs. His voice unconsciously dropped to a whisper, husky and faint at the same time. "You promise? If it gets too dangerous, you won't be afraid to do whatever it takes to stop me, right?"

She nodded. "I promise." Again, leaning into him, she tried to force him back down on the bed. Scott eventually complied, but only by bringing Allison down with him, his hands now happily snaking around her back to find themselves under her shirt. The taser already forgotten as it was unceremoniously dropped on the bed to Scott's left, she shivered deliciously as his fingertips travelled up and down her spine.

Allison settled on his lap, straddling his legs and hugging his hips with her knees. Reaching to cradle his face, she leaned over his body, her lips begging to meet his. She let her hair fall around his face like a curtain. Allison liked the way Scott looked with her hair pooling around his neck and shoulders. It appeared to concentrate her scent all around him; she couldn't help but notice the way he strained closer, inhaling deeply with drowsy eyes. Scott had found his way to her bra and she gave him an encouraging grin as he tried to deftly undo its hooks. Feeling a small thump on her back, her bra came loose. She righted herself to give him access to remove it effectively, along with the tank top she had on. While sitting up, Allison pulled at Scott's t-shirt until it joined her own on the floor.

Self conscious as he was about causing Allison pain, Scott's hands never left her body, continuously seeking out contact from every inch of skin he could get. They ghosted down her sides and up her back again and again. He enjoyed pressing their bodies together, the feel of her breasts on his chest, the closeness it provided him. She felt his hand snake up her neck to weave through her hair, pushing her face closer to his own. He gave her a lopsided grin as he tried to lean in and catch her lips with his.

That look Scott gave her made her stomach drop. With a flirtatious grin, Allison pushed Scott back slightly, hinting that he should lay down again and she followed. Even though she had a plan in mind, she couldn't stop kissing him. She roamed his mouth, feeling the too smooth teeth inside. Her cheek grazed his jawline, feeling for any roughness of facial hair that wouldn't normally be present, the usual precursor of her boyfriend's supernatural status. Allison wondered briefly how long it would take to get a reaction out of Scott, seeing as he was still quite human. She moved her lips to his ear to whisper, "How do you feel right now?"

He didn't answer immediately; Scott was too busy following her lead, all concerns about broken promises long gone. Having since managed to nestle his face in the crook of Allison's neck, he had become preoccupied with tending to a spot on her right, just under her ear. Despite his fixation, he did manage a positive grunt of sorts. Hands came around to her chest, his thumbs kneading her breasts as if trying to create some piece of fine artwork.

A small part of Allison's still functioning brain could not believe how far they were managing to get right now. Scott really had gotten much better at control, despite his constant fears. It was she who wanted to just give in - to forget the taser, her "test", the condom, the threats - and just revel in the way his nose travelled in a circle about her ear while his mouth continued to suck at her neck. She wanted to keep grinding back on his obvious erection, trying to get the friction she needed, but somehow failing with every movement. But she also wanted this moment to go right.

Collecting herself, Allison pushed back, away from Scott. The smile that remained on her face was the only thing that kept him from worrying about what he could have done wrong. He lay there, one arm resting on the pillow above his head, watching her as she began to unbutton the fly of his jeans with trembling fingers. Why am I shaking? Its not like I haven't done this before... Scott would be able to tell. She was sure he could hear her heart thumping louder and louder, suddenly aware of the lack of noise in the aging, empty house. If he did, he didn't let on. Instead, Scott raised his hips a little to help her as she peeled his jeans away from him. She thought it was cute the way Scott blushed when she reached for the edge of his boxers, pulling them down.

Then it was her turn to blush. Scott was bigger than her last boyfriend and she wondered silently if it was a side effect of his lycanthropy. Allison didn't realize she was staring until Scott made a noise.

"Is- are you still ok? With this?" He made a halted gesture down below. Scott's brows knit together, concerned with Allison's sudden hesitation. It wasn't like her when they got together like this.

Allison nodded before turning away and stepped off the bed to discard the rest of her own clothes. She felt Scott's eyes on her back as she removed first the skinny jeans she had on, then the lace trimmed panties. Allison turned to crawl back on the bed and positioned herself closer to him, so that she was sitting off to the side, one leg casually draped over his own. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed him again and gave him a smile she hoped would relax both of them. Taking the taser in her left hand, she kept her dominant hand free to take care of the first experiment she had envisioned. Scott reached down to guide her hand, making sure the taser was pointed directly at his chest. He let go, almost reluctantly, and his hand fell away to trail the red, little indentations on her skin left by the elastic trim of her underwear. She never noticed them before; only now, she had to assume Scott's eyes could see everything a little too perfectly. A small pang of anxiety came to the surface, wondering what other imperfections Scott would be able to see, or smell, or taste on her.

"It's perfect." Scott's voice was slightly gruff; it jolted her attention to his face, searching for any signs of wolfish features making an early appearance. Merely a week before, she and Stiles had tried to discuss the biological possibilities of the changes that rushed through Scott's transformation, wondering how the vocal cords could thicken and deepen his voice like he had a cold.

"What?" she sputtered. Scott's intuitions made her wary of just how much she gave away. A girl needed to have somesecrets.

He shrugged slightly and spoke with his more natural sounding voice. "Don't worry so much." Chastising didn't really come naturally to Scott, but Allison appreciated the effort. "Besides, I'm the one that should do that." Scott raised himself up on his elbows and continued. "I'm the one that grows hair in weird places. My face gets all creepy and weird looking. And I drool."

Allison had to laugh. "And how would you know I'm worrying?" Despite her smile, Allison gave him a glance laced with a light hearted suspicion. Just how perceptive was he?

Scott simply tapped his nose. "You smell like it," he said, as if that was all he needed to explain.

Allison leaned in, giving him a bruising kiss, one that meant he needed to give up and lay down already. Scott complied handily, letting his elbows drop himself back onto the bed. He continued his train of thought when she let him go for a brief second. "Now you smell like confident Allison again. I like it."

"In that case, I hope you like everything else," Allison replied, correcting her grip on the weapon in her hand.

Allison felt odd going directly for the main prize right out the door. She knew it was better to have a precursor of sorts, something to measure Scott's reaction to. She let her hand rest on Scott's stomach, eyeing the ridges of his abdomen. He's so warm, she thought, reveling in the heat that radiated off of him while she was left shivering slightly. Her hand went lower, massaging his skin, before wrapping around his stiff cock. She heard Scott's sharp intake of breath, saw him twitch at her touch, only to then relax. She let her thumb slowly circle his tip before sliding her hand down his shaft. Her ministrations garnered a moan, pleased and impatient at the same time, from Scott. She flicked her eyes to see his face. His nostrils flared with every inhalation, whether it was to keep calm or that he was beginning to pick up on her own arousal. Allison couldn't help it; just seeing him like this made her ache a little too quickly.

She increased her pace slightly, wishing she could use both hands, and Scott's eyes snapped open. They focused on Allison - his anchor - no doubt trying to hold fast to his human desires instead of the wolf's. His eyes already shone bright in his dim bedroom, their amber iridescence like a spotlight on her. So fast, she thought. She couldn't tell if his claws had returned. Both of his hands had settled above his head, clutching a pillow there. Allison wanted to lean in closer, hoping to catch Scott's mouth in hers. Only she had to halt, seeing the fangs protruding precariously from his lips, lengthening right before her. Allison's lips twitched at the sight. She fought the need to dip her head down and trace them with her tongue. Later, she reprimanded herself. She instead aimed her attentions lower again, her stroking continuing, interpreting all the wild sounds Scott was making to see what he liked. From the sound of it, he liked it all. He dug his heels into the bed as his hips began to thrust upwards, slowly mimicking the pace Allison's hand was setting. She tried to compensate by grabbing harder, rougher, faster. It would be easier if she could have used her other hand, but Scott would never allow her to let go of the one thing he thought would protect her from him.

A strange rumble began to build in the room; after a moment, Allison realized it was her boyfriend. Fascinated as the change swept through Scott, she took in everything, grateful to finally have the opportunity to view it so close. Scott grimaced; Allison felt a pang of empathy, vowing to make the pleasure worth the pain. The strange timbre to his voice dropped with every grunt he released to stay in control; the faint shadow of stubble grew in exponentially down the sides of his face and spread across his hairline; she could hear the fabric of his pillows begin to rip from his emerging claws. Scott got harder in her palm, he changed faster. She didn't dare take either hand from him. Allison kept her grip firm and movements constant, desperately trying to maintain the hold she had on her target. It was made all the more difficult with Scott bucking his hips into her hand. The taser trembled only because it was pressed against Scott's chest as it moved with every shuddering breath in and out.

Scott's clenched fangs gave way to release a guttural cry as he came in Allison's hand. She panicked for a brief second, not sure if she should direct him onto the bed or his stomach, so it made a heavy, lurching arc as it spread over both. Scott panted, not caring about the mess he made, every deep breath forcing the wolf down, feeling it melt away the lupine features on his face.

Letting go, Allison reached down to the floor, grasping Scott's discarded t-shirt. She leaned over him, her hand gently swiping at the fluid still left on his stomach. Allison cleaned him up as best as she could, but the t-shirt could only do so much. She impulsively took the tip of his soft cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it gently. Allison licked and sucked whatever was left of Scott's orgasm.

"So," she began tentatively, her voice soft. "How was that?" Allison tossed the ruined t-shirt to the floor and deposited the taser by her side, relieved that she could use both her hands now for something more important. Allison crawled up Scott's side and burrowed next to his chest, his welcoming arm falling down around her.

Mesmerized, Scott could only lay back, heavy breaths subsiding and new brown eyes watching every move she made. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead; a lopsided grin painted his face. "Awesome," he managed eventually. His grin grew wider. "So awesome." Scott reached for her with his other arm, maneuvering so that he rolled to his side, facing his girlfriend. "I think you were right. It was like, you being there, I wasn't thinking about the other stuff. I didn't want to kill you."

Allison let her feet intertwine with his, not ready to relinquish the closeness they had right now, even to get under the blankets. Scott was warm enough for both of them, she reasoned. "So my theory was correct. What now?" Allison knew what she wanted now and showed Scott as she pushed his lips to hers, only to have him pull back a moment later.

"Now?" he asked her playfully, as if teasing some great secret that only he knew. She felt his eyes travel to her neck, where he'd left a mark under her right ear. He brought his fingertip to the spot, gently rubbing it, feeling for something; she wasn't sure what. Allison could have sworn there was a glimmer of gold in his eyes still. The danger there, the way it made her feel, it excited her like nothing else ever did. "Now, it's your turn."

Scott deftly rolled on top of Allison, pinning her down and rubbing his half hard erection on her sex. Her hands inched down Scott's back to knead his ass, forcing more friction to grow between them. With a luscious smile spreading across her lips, Allison prayed to whatever Gods existed that Scott could smell her now.