Why was this happening now? He felt dizzy. Everything was spinning so fast but he himself felt like he was moving in slow motion. How could this be happening? Stiles hadn't had an attack like this since after his mom died. His eyes shut tight, attempting to calm himself the way his doctor told him to but nothing worked. Until he realised he wasn't alone in this.
"Stiles? Stiles!" His eyes flashed open seeing Lydia grabbing onto his shoulders with her little hands, trying to steady him, saying his name but it only came out in a slight mumble. He tried to focus on her beautiful green eyes, clouded with worry and heart ache. The pain in his chest doubled. "Stiles focus on anything else." He could hear her voice more clearly and saw they were in the locker room. "Like what?!" He gasped. Lydia tried to stay calm. "Uh.. Happy things! Good things, friends, family..." Stiles looked at her with those scared brown eyes, "oh um I mean not family. Just... Uh try and slow your breathing."
He tried to calm himself but to no avail. "I... I can't!" Panicking more Stiles started to breathe heavier and he felt Lydia's soft hands caressing his face. Just before he was about to give in completely, the shock of something completely new set in. Lydia was kissing him. He could actually feel her petal soft lips pressed against his, something he's only dreamt about before. His eyes closed allowing him to settle into this magnificent feeling, relaxing as her hands felt his face and down his neck. They slowly pulled away and he looked at her with amazement and confusion. He could finally breathe again.
"H..how'd you do that?" He whispered. "I... I'm not... Not sure," she said quietly, "it.. Just felt right." Stiles for once had nothing to say. He was completely dumbfounded as he found only two simple words. "It did?" Lydia peered into those puppy dog eyes of his, getting lost in their warmth like she secretly had for months, understanding it was for her "Ya.." Stiles looked as if tears were about to spill over his long eyelashes. "Thanks," he told her as his hands found hers and held them gently while he studied the now soft features of her face. He closed his eyes and leaned in, almost closing the space between them as he whispered "thanks so much Lydia." Then she closed the gap.
The passion was overwhelming. He slid his hands softly to her waist, pulling her closer to him and laid against the lockers. Her hands found their way around his neck and into his hair trying to find a way where she never had to let go of him. The kiss deepened and Stiles found his tongue grazing Lydia's lower lip, politely asking permission and not being rejected. Fingers touched bits of skin and their mouths moved slowly in rhythm. It felt like the sensation lasted for hours and when they pulled away, Lydia kept her eyes closed as Stiles gazed at her. "I've always wanted to do that," he heard her barely say. Stiles stroked a curl of her hair between his fingers as she rested against his chest. "Me too."