"Yes, yes you are," Scott answered with a small smirk, knowing exactly what Stiles was doing here. "That you're not reciprocating could be a hint you don't feel the same way or that you just like torturing me," he said with a shake of his head. "As I know you, I'm guessing it's the latter. Right?"
"Shit," Scott answered, trying to push all the lustiness and protectiveness away and just concentrating on being with Stiles right here, right now. He couldn't tell if his eyes glowed or not but the burning in his blood was a whole lot similar to the dream he'd had. "I believe you," he told Stiles, "just wish I didn't have to."
He wasn't sure what he should or shouldn't be doing right now but Scott kissed Stiles once more, hoping he was just imagining the whole damn thing. He wasn't and when he growled again he pulled away, thumping himself back against the pillows. "How do I stop it?" he asked Stiles. "How do I make it go away in your dreams?" Could he do that? "I know I wouldn't hurt you, it feels like this intense protectiveness," he tried to explain, "but I don't wanna freak you out."