With every intake of his breath Peter can smell and feel Stiles' heat and scent. It's almost like drowning, but he doesn't want to escape. He'd rather drown than to burn. His body shivers as the cold air cools his sweaty skin, but he just chuckles deep at it. As Stiles' fingers stroking his hair he lets out a soft, gentle sigh. It feels good, it feels like... home.

And home is scary.

Peter swallows and moves his head to look into Stiles' face, seeing his expression. The boy's scent also changed to something... rich. The wolf's heart skips a beat and he's not sure it's fear entirely. He put his life into the hands of this boy, of his mate. Of his emissary. He trusts him, Peter realized, however frightening it is, he trusts him.

So he doesn't say anything, he just leans over to place a soft kiss on Stiles' lips. Unlike the ones they had just shared.