The sound of a mumbling voice had slowly pulled you out of your slumber, making your eyes slowly flutter open. Once your eyes had adjusted, you could barely see since the lights where off and the only light shining in was the moonlight through the curtains.
You were staying at your boyfriend, Stiles', house tonight, realizing that as you noticed you weren't in your room, it was Stiles' room. Your eyes slowly fixated on your boyfriend, Stiles, who was softly whispering things under his breath that you could barely make out. You sat up, slightly leaning over him to see what he was trying to say.
"Don't... No, no, no. Don't please," He begged, his voice becoming slightly louder. You then realized he was in fact still asleep. Your eyebrows nit in confusion as you looked over at the clock, seeing it was two in the morning. You let out a sigh, laying back down and softly running your hand over his forearm in attempt to comfort him.
"No, no, stop! Stop, don't hurt her. Please." Stiles whispered, his voice cracking as if he was crying. You retracted your hand away from his arm, sitting back up again.
"I love her," Stiles choked out. "Please don't hurt her, please. Just let her go, let (Y/N) go," Stiles sobbed. A wave a pain had struck your heart when you realized he was having a nightmare, about someone hurting you. You needed to wake him up before things get worse in his dream.
"Stiles," You whispered. "Baby, wake up." You said as you shook him softly. Stiles twist and turned, and his eyebrows were furrowed. He then gulped, "No, no. Please, no! No! Stop please! You're hurting her!" Stiles shouted and your eyes widened. Good thing his father was working night shift.
"Stop! No!! (Y/N)!!!" Stiles screamed, his body shooting up from his laying position as a loud, deep sounding scream sounded from his throat. His eyes were widened, and he was kicking the sheets as he screamed.
"Stiles! It's okay, I'm here! I'm okay!" You said, trying your best to calm him down. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his screams finally dialed down, and he held onto you for dear life. Stiles tucked his face into your neck, squeezing his eyes shut as he held his arms around your waist protectively.
You then heard soft sobs coming from Stiles' lips as he kept his face in your neck, his eyes shut tight but then you felt warm droplets falling onto your skin, rolling down your neck. He was crying.
"Stiles," You whispered, softly rubbing his back as you laid your head on his shoulder. "Its okay." You said once more, a sad expression on your face. Stiles sniffled, removing his face from your neck and sitting back up.
Your lips curled into a soft, sad smile, "Lay back down," You said in a soft tone, laying down on your left side so you were still facing him. Stiles sighed, laying down on his right so your faces were inches apart. You ran your hand through his hair, softly cupping his cheek as you stared at each other.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked, and Stiles nodded as another tear rolled down his cheek. You smiled, "Okay, tell me anything you want." You whispered with a nod, running your thumb across his cheek back and forth.
Stiles gulped, "There.. there were these people and they.. they had you. They kidnaped you, and Scott and I were going to save you. Those guys that took you were big men, and had lots of weapons," Stiles explained, avoiding eye contact and you nodded for him to continue.
"And when Scott and I arrived, you were there with wounds and cuts. They had beat you, and-and when they realized that Scott and I came to save you, they grabbed you and put a gun to your head." Stiles said and you pursed your lips together, wanting to cry. When Stiles is upset, you're upset and seeing him in this state makes your heart ache.
"I begged him... I begged him to let you go. But then... h-he shot you," Stiles' voice cracked. "And I screamed." He said, finally looking into your eyes again. You nodded, "I'm sorry about that, Stiles." You sighed. Stiles shook head, "Its not your fault." He said, pulling a grin onto his face. You smiled back.
"Do you think you'll be able to sleep?" You asked and he nodded.
"Babe, can I be the big spoon this time?" Stiles whispered. You smiled, "But you like being the little spoon." You said. Stiles nodded, "I know, but I want to hold you." Stiles said and you grinned, "Okay," You whispered. And before you rolled over, Stiles made sure to cup your cheek and get one last good night kiss. The kiss was warm and passionate, and you could tell that he was 100% relieved that you were okay.
Stiles slowly pulled away, but you placed two fingers under his chin and pulled him back down, placing your lips onto his again. Stiles' lips moved against yours, and he tucked a hand behind your neck to kissing you deeper. Stiles then pulled away, "I love you," He managed to say in between kisses for about the tenth time tonight.
You smiled in the soft peck, "I love you too," You whispered back against his lips. A soft grin spread across Stiles' lips as you rolled over to the right so your back was facing him. Stiles wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer so you back was against his chest.
Stiles' eyes fluttered shut, and he tucked his head in the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss on it, "Goodnight, my love." Stiles whispered, his warm breath ghosting your neck. And that's the last thing you heard before the to of you had fallen back into your much needed sleep.
