A/N: Alright. On my other story, somebody asked me to do some Smut XD So instead of changing it all, and risk screwing up the line with suddenly having people jump bones—I'll create a rated M Stalia story! Woo! So, review, and tell me what you think. I've never actually done full-blown smut ^.^" So, lemme know what you think! :D

Also…

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters; they all belong to the TV Show Teen Wolf, and from the creator Jeff Davis.

"I hate Road Trips…." Malia mumbled, her husky breath becoming visible on the chilling car window.

"How could you hate them? Just you and me, for an entire week!" Stiles scoffed, a playful smile playing across the curves of his lips

"I love the idea of just you and me—but I hate cars. With all that happened involving my family and…yeah" She shrugged gently, squirming to find a comfortable position in the heated seat

"Yeah, I know…" Stiles answered softly, shifting his gaze into her compelling eyes. "I'll make it up to you." He nodded to himself, and shot her a flashy grin.

"I'm sure you will" she smirked, plopping her feet onto the glove compartment hood. "Mm…So, where's the place we're staying at for tonight?" She questioned over her shoulder, furrowing her eyebrows as their surroundings was nothing but trees and bushes that seemingly went on forever.

"Um…I'm pretty sure that there is a Motel somewhere up here…" He muttered, scanning for any source of lights. "Ah!" He grinned, as the trees reign ended and laid out was a small town—with an Inn laid out perfectly for them. He shot right, as they almost missed the turn—sending Malia flying into Stiles lap. He shot her a sheepish grin, and swiftly apologized leaving her to scoff and pout to herself.

"Grab the stuff, I'll get us a room…" Malia ordered, and picked up his wallet that was sitting in the Cup holders between the duo.

She shuffled into the Inn, as scuffed her eyes while they adjusted to the way-to-bright display of lights.

"Hey, I need a room." She chucked at a guy behind the Registration Desk.

"Mhm…" he started, clicking his Computer to life "For how many?"

"Two."

"Alright, I.D. please."

Malia opened the Wallet and shifted out Stiles' License, and showed it to the Male just as Stiles waltzed in.

"Alright. All set—You're in room 46B."

"Thanks…" She muttered, swiping the Key Card from the guy, and turned to Stiles and flashed the Card.

They traveled up to the Fourth Floor, and counted down the rooms

"43…44….45…46B, here we are." Stiles exclaimed, shifting the Suit Case under his arm and sliding in the Key. The smell of Bleach and Lemons overfilled their nostrils as they walked into the Hotel Room.

"I've seen worse" The Coyote shrugged, and leapt onto the bed hoisting her feet up.

"Yep." He agreed, dropping the Case onto the floor and plopping himself next to her.

"You really smell…" Malia laughed, grinning at Stiles.

"Psh. I smell? Says the girl who ate nothing but nasty Fast Food for the past 2 days. You—have this overpowering smell of Fries and Chicken."

The Coyote scoffed, and punched his side then twisted her fist into his shirt and pulled him into her kips, mumbling 'Ass…' into his mouth.

He cupped her Jaw and stroked the base of his thumb along her lower lip "We should get a shower…"

"Later…" She said tastily; pulling herself on his lap and straddling him. Her knees trembled, as her core ached for something only he could provide.

He nipped at her neck, and flipped her over and started to whisper huskily into her ear. He lifted her shirt slightly, as he dragged his tongue down her stomach while he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off with such force, followed by her own. Stiles grinned, and grazed his hand up her bare skin pushing off her shirt and laced Bra in a single, swift motion. All the while Malia licked her lips, and arched herself into his own heated core which caused a elicit moan from his throat.

"Ready…?" He groaned into her ear.

Malia shuddered a quick 'Yes', but was quickly silence as Stiles' tongue pushed back the barrier of her lips and toyed with hers in a passionate dance. She grabbed the nape of his neck, and fisted his hair as he posited himself at her entrance. He was visual ecstasy, and just for her—she let out a luxurious gasp as he penetrated her, and he let out his own purr of thrill when her inner walls flustered around his shaft. Quickly, he set a rhythm as he filled her in one swift motion.

He hissed softly, and found a certain ring of bliss. She wrapped his legs tightly around his waist, while Stiles gripped her upper thighs and fell into her. Her head fell forward into the crate of his neck, and she exploded. He curled into her embrace, and muffled his cries. After a toe-curling encounter, he rolled off and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead

"I love you…"

"I love you too." She replied, gasping.

"Mmm...I should probably get that shower now…" He sighed.

"I'm all for it…Let's go." She grinned, igniting a surprised smirk from Stiles.

"Quick recovery…" He huffed, and kissed her deeply pulling her up.

"To the shower…" She whispered huskily.

A/N: There. There will be a story-line XD So don't think of this as purely smut. But, tell me what you think—seeing as this is my first rated M. But yeah! There you go, all you Stalia lovers! I didn't want to make it too long, but not too short. But, if you want chapters to be longer just say so :P