AN: Hey guys! So this is the start of the promised Stydia One Shot Collection! I would love for you to send me requests of what I should write either here in as a review or private message or on Twitter ( Saaraah1904) :)
I hope you like the first one!
Summary: Stiles pretends to be Lydia's boyfriend at her cousins wedding to help her out...
This must be the worst and least thought through idea Lydia Martin has ever had. At first, it had seemed like the perfect solution to her problem, but now that she thought about it, she noticed all the new difficulties this situation was causing. And they were so much worse than the original problem...
But it wasn't Lydia's fault, it really wasn't. Granted, she had been the one who said that she was going to bring her boyfriend to her cousin's wedding, but only because her aunt Marcy had been driving her crazy. She had been going on and on about how her cousin, Isabelle, was only two years older than Lydia and was already getting married while Lydia didn't even have a boyfriend. She was seventeen, for Christ's sake! It's not her fault her cousin is getting married this young!
So when she couldn't take it anymore, she had explained that she was going to bring her boyfriend to the wedding if they had one more seat. Lydia had hoped they hadn't, because who had a spare seat at a wedding three day before it would take place? But the second she had said it she remembered that her mother had to cancel because of a "very important business trip", so there would be room for her "boyfriend". And as predicted, her aunt had been delighted to meet "the lucky guy" and "of course he could come" to the wedding.
She had been planning on making up an excuse for why her non-existent boyfriend couldn't make it and she was already dreading all the comments her aunt would make when she turned up by herself. With the wedding only a few days away, Lydia's mood was worse than ever when she walked into the school.
Stiles being Stiles, always observant and aware of her, had noticed the second he saw her at school. She had tried to hide it, but with Stiles, she didn't stand a chance. He also noticed that she didn't want a make a big deal out of it, so he didn't say anything at first. But when she was walking through the corridors after her second period, she had felt a hand grab her from one of the classrooms and she was pulled inside. She was just about to scream, when she noticed it was Stiles.
"Jesus, Stiles", she exclaimed, trying to calm her heartbeat. But even though there wasn't any danger, her heart rate stayed higher than usual just because of him. She had noticed a lot of changes in her feelings towards Stiles in the past couple of months. Her heartbeat increased whenever he was there, when he touched her it felt like electric shocks and she found herself missing him, even if she had seen him a couple of hours earlier.
Everyone knew about Stiles' feelings for her, so all she had to do was tell him she felt the same way. But ever since Jackson she was afraid of relationships. They had been in love once, but at some point they had just stopped, both of them living their lives separately, and had fallen out of love without even noticing at first. But it had hurt all the same and Lydia knew for sure that she never wanted to feel that way again. And it was so much easier this way, right?
Only it wasn't. Being in the empty classroom with Stiles made it all the more obvious. She could still feel his hand on her wrist even though it wasn't there anymore and her heart was beating out of her chest.
"Sorry", Stiles apologised, concern and worry showing in his eyes and Lydia almost melted under his gaze. "What's wrong?"
"Apart from you scaring me half to death I'm fine", she replied. She really didn't want anyone to know about her problem, it was embarrassing.
"Come on, Lydia. I know something is up. Tell me what it is." Stiles pushed carefully. Lydia knew that Stiles wouldn't let this go so she might as well just tell him and save them both some time.
"Fine," Lydia sighed defeated, "my cousin is getting married on Saturday and I might have told my aunt that I'm bringing my boyfriend…" Lydia looked at Stiles shyly and for a brief second she saw hurt flashing through his eyes.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a boyfriend… So, what is the problem exactly?" Stiles asked confused.
"I don't! And that is the problem!" Lydia exclaimed frustrated and Stiles let out a breath of relief. Even though she still didn't have a solution to her problem, she had to supress the smile that was creeping onto her face at Stiles' relief. There were so many moments were she was tempted to just give in and kiss him. But she couldn't.
"Ok, so let me get this straight: You have to attend your cousin's wedding in three days with your boyfriend, but since you don't have one, you don't want to go because…?" Stiles summarised, letting her finish the sentence.
"I'm embarrassed!" Lydia immediately filled in the blank and went to tell Stiles exactly how it had happened.
"Oh!" Stiles said, once he knew everything. "But I'm sure it won't be too bad. Just try to stay clear of your aunt and I'm sure you'll be fine!"
"You have clearly never met my aunt before! She is very…" Lydia was cut off by her phone ringing. "Sorry!" Lydia excused herself before sighing when she noticed it was her aunt. She considered not answering, but she knew her aunt would just call again.
"Hello? … Yes, I'm looking forward to it, too. … Yeah, my boyfriend… about that… well…" Lydia stammered. She had decided it was easier to just get it over with and inform her that her boyfriend couldn't make it. But before she was able to find the right words, Stiles grabbed Lydia's phone out of her hands.
"Hi, this is Stiles, Lydia's boyfriend!" Stiles said, smirking at Lydia and her heart skipped a beat, loving the sound of Stiles introducing himself as her boyfriend.
"Yes, I look forward to meeting you, too. Lydia has told me so much about you. ... Great, see you Saturday!" Stiles hung up the phone and Lydia was gaping at him. She could see that he was trying to gauge her reaction and she hadn't decided if she was going to yell at him or hug him for what he had just done. She decided to go with both.
"Stiles! What the hell did you just do?" She asked, punching him in the chest lightly and failing to hide her grin.
"Well, I guess I am your boyfriend now!" he answered smirking and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously.
Suddenly the air was filled with tension. Both of them noticed it at the same time and their smiles slowly fell from their faces, growing serious. The air was filled with anticipation and Lydia knew that Stiles wouldn't make a move. Since everyone knew about his feelings, including Lydia, he was leaving it completely up to her how this situation was going to play out.
If he would kiss her right know, Lydia was sure that she would let him. There was no way she would have the strength to pull back once his lips were on hers. But making the first move was something completely different.
She pulled her gaze away from his and he cleared his throat, awkwardness filling the air. Stiles held out Lydia's phone to her and she took it with a small smile.
"Thanks," she said quietly. "You obviously don't have to come to the wedding with me. I'm sure my aunt will believe me that I have a boyfriend, now that you have talked to her. So thanks!"
Disappointment seemed to cross Stiles' face and Lydia could practically see his mind reeling.
"You know, if you wanted to – I mean, I could also come to the wedding with you, if you want me to…" Stiles said, tumbling over his words.
Lydia saw Stiles blush and he was looking at her nervously.
"Are you sure? It's probably going to be really boring and my aunt will ask about a thousand questions. It would be totally uncomfortable and …" Lydia rambled just as nervously but Stiles cut her off.
"Lydia!" he interrupted gently but firmly, "If you want me to, I'll be there."
Lydia didn't know what to say so without really thinking about it, she threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around him. He stiffened for a second, clearly surprised, before he relaxed and held her tight. Neither of them wanted to move but eventually, Lydia pulled back.
"Thank you!" She said, looking him straight in the eyes to let him know she really meant it.
"Of course." Stiles answered, as if it was it wasn't a big deal to sacrifice his whole Saturday just so she didn't have to go to the wedding alone. But it was. But when it came to Lydia, it was normal that he would to go out of his way for her and they both knew it.
"I don't think I can do this!" Lydia said for the umpteenth time.
"You're going to be fine, don't worry! This is just Stiles!" Allison answered from the other end of the line.
"But we have to pretend he is my BOYFRIEND! You know how he feels about me! I don't want him to get hurt by this and I'm worried about our friendship!" Lydia whined.
"You know what, I have been listening to you going on about this for about an hour now, only counting today, and the more I think about it, the more I'm sure that it's not Stiles' feelings that are the problem here!" Allison said carefully and Lydia started to panic a little. "Lydia, do you have feelings for him?"
Lydia's heart stopped for a few seconds, not knowing what to say and that was all the conformation Allison had needed.
"I know this is the wrong time to say it, but I knew it! Ok, sorry! So what is the problem? He is totally in love with you and I know you are too! So this wedding is the perfect opportunity to tell him! This is just perfect!" Allison squealed, getting a little carried away.
"I'm scared," Lydia admitted quietly.
"Lydia, this is Stiles! You don't have to be scared! You know he would never do anything to hurt you!" Allison reasoned.
"He's here!" Lydia said, panicked.
"Ok, Lydia listen to me. You need to calm down. This is only Stiles and no matter if you decide to tell him or not, I'm sure you will have a nice time!" Allison tried to calm Lydia's nerves.
"Ok." Lydia said quietly.
"Oh, one more thing: TELL HIM!" Allison chuckled and hung up the phone before Lydia could say another word.
Lydia took a deep breath and she heard a knock on the door. Usually, he never knocked and just came inside, so Lydia was a little surprised.
She looked around her room, grabbing her bag from her bed and looking herself over in the mirror one last time. She was wearing a blue dress, her hair was falling down her back in curls and she had only used light make-up because she knew it was Stiles' favourite look on her.
Her bag in hand, she walked down the stairs to let Stiles in. When the door appeared in her line of sight, she saw the knob turning and she was still descending the stairs when Stiles came inside. He didn't look up, probably thinking that Lydia was still upstairs, and stood with his back to her as he closed the door behind him.
Lydia took this time to look him over. He was wearing a suit and Lydia couldn't help but notice that it looked great on him. She had only seen him in a suit once before, at prom, when they had danced together. She still couldn't believe how much her feelings for the boy had changed since then.
Stiles turned around, preparing to call for her, but before he could even get a word out, he saw her standing on the stairs, looking at him. She hadn't even realised she had stopped walking. Stiles was gaping at her with his mouth still prepared to call for her. Eventually, he snapped out of it and closed his mouth slowly.
"Wow, you look beautiful!" Stiles finally said and Lydia felt her heart skip a beat.
"Thank you, you look very handsome, too," she returned the compliment and Stiles grinned at her. They just stared at each other for a while before Lydia noticed that she should probably walk down the rest of the stairs so they could leave.
Stiles opened the door and waited for her, holding out his arm for her to take.
"Miss Martin," Stiles joked as Lydia laced her arm through his and they walked towards the jeep. Lydia blushed as Stiles opened the car door for her, ever the gentleman. They had an hour long drive ahead of them and Lydia hoped that the long drive would give her the opportunity to calm her nerves.
It seemed as if Stiles wasn't nervous at all. Just like always, he told her everything that was running through his mind and Lydia listened before joining in on the conversation once she had relaxed a little. This was normal and she felt comfortable with him. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she had imagined.
The ceremony took place in a little chapel that was very nicely decorated. Lydia and Stiles found some seats in the back after Lydia had said hello to some of her relatives and introduced Stiles as her boyfriend. She had said it so many times already that it now rolled off her tongue effortlessly and it shocked her a little how quickly she had gotten used to it. She couldn't let herself enjoy the sound of it too much, though, it was only for today after all.
Lydia had never been particularly close to her cousin and she didn't like the ceremony very much. It seemed like a business arrangement and not like a wedding and they didn't even exchange any vows. Lydia was never one to be very open about her feelings, but she couldn't imagine her wedding without any vows.
They congratulated Isabelle and her husband and quickly slipped out of the chapel when they saw her aunt approach. Lydia had seen her earlier from a distance and her aunt had looked Stiles over and had given Lydia an approving look, but Lydia didn't want to talk to her. Stiles offered her his arm and Lydia laced her arm through his without a second thought. They did pretend to be a couple after all, so they should at least be touching a little. Not that she minded in the slightest.
They made their way over to the restaurant where the party would be at and quickly found their table. It was a round table and Lydia looked at the place cards quickly, sighing in relief when she saw that they would share the table with some of her distant relatives, all nice enough to spend an enjoyable evening with.
They had been two of the first guests to arrive and Lydia tensed a little when the room started to fill up with people. They had only had a few conversations up until now and Lydia was dreading to meet her closer relatives and having to tell each and every one of them the lie of Stiles being her boyfriend.
"Hey, are you ok?" Stiles asked quietly when he noticed Lydia's change in demeanour.
"I'm just nervous, I guess," Lydia admitted and Stiles placed his hand onto the small of her back and traced gentle circles to get her to relax.
Lydia couldn't supress the shiver that went through her body at his touch and avoided his gaze and ignored his small smile she could see out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but think that they must look like a real couple to everyone who was watching. They were sitting close to each other and with Stiles' hand on her back she was sure that they looked just like every other couple in the room.
Only that they weren't really a couple. Lydia closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to get her feelings under control again. She had to fight the urge to run outside and hide for the rest of the day, but she knew she couldn't. Even though her eyes were still closed, she could feel Stiles' gaze on her and when she opened her eyes she found him looking at her with concern in his eyes.
"Sorry, I'm fine, I promise!" Lydia said, trying to smile at him and Stiles laughed.
"That was the worst attempt at a smile I have seen in my life!" He told her and tried to show her how she had looked. She burst out laughing and clasped her hand over mouth when a few of the other guest looked over to them. Leave it to Stiles to always make her laugh when she needed it the most.
Everyone clapped when the bride and groom arrived, and after a few speeches, the waiters brought in mountains of food and placed on a row of tables on one side of the room. The buffet was declared open and even though Lydia didn't feel like eating at all, Stiles pulled her up and walked her to the buffet, not letting go of her hand. She knew that he was doing it because they were pretending to be a couple but she couldn't help but enjoy the feeling.
Stiles piled food onto his plate and Lydia found a few things she liked and they went back to their table. They hadn't spoken to the other people at their table until now, except for polite greeting of course, but that seemed to change now.
"You are Natalie's daughter, aren't you? I'm Gertrude, your great aunt I believe!" A woman, probably about sixty years old, asked Lydia.
"Yes, unfortunately my mother couldn't make it," Lydia answered politely.
"What a shame, I haven't seen her in so long. But it seems like you have found a very good replacement!" the woman smirked.
Lydia turned to face Stiles and smiled at him, which he happily returned. His hand was resting on her back again and he had started to trace patterns on her back now. Lydia tried hard to focus on the conversation again, but Stiles' touches were distracting to say the least. She turned back around to reply, but Gertrude beat her to it.
"Young love," she said sighing, clearly thinking about when she was younger, "I remember feeling like it was going to last forever!"
"Just because two people fall in love young doesn't automatically mean that it won't last!" Stiles exclaimed before Lydia could even think of something to reply. She tried hard to get her erratic heartbeat to slow down but she couldn't help it. It felt as if Stiles was talking about them.
"This is exactly what I mean. This determination and confidence that you have it all figured out and that your relationship will last forever!" Gertrude said.
"Well, some people do find the one when they are young!" Stiles replied, determination lacing his voice and Lydia's heart skipped a few beats. Now she was almost sure that Stiles was talking about them.
"I bet you can't name a single one!" Gertrude challenged.
Stiles was silent for a few seconds and Lydia turned to look at him. She could see the debate going on in his head and then he seemed to make up his mind. He looked straight at Lydia and with more confidence than Lydia had ever seen on him replied "Me!"
Lydia couldn't believe what Stiles was saying and she was glad that she was already sitting down. Her stomach had filled with butterflies and she had to concentrate hard to not kiss Stiles right then and there. The look in his eyes when he had said it had held so much confidence and certainty that it knocked the breath out of Lydia.
"Oh, that's very sweet of you, but you are still young, dear! So how are you an example for this?" Gertrude asked, clearly touched by his answer and genuinely interested.
"Because I have been in love with Lydia since I was eight and I am sure that that won't ever change!" Stiles replied. He was talking confidently but Stiles couldn't meet Lydia's eyes anymore and she was almost glad because she couldn't either. She felt as if his words should scare her a little but she found they didn't in the slightest. She wasn't afraid at the thought of spending the rest of her life with Stiles. Granted, it was a little early to think about forever, considering that they weren't even together (yet), but Lydia couldn't imagine her future with anyone else but Stiles.
"Oh, Lydia, you have made quite the catch! I'm still not convinced, but I expect an invitation to your wedding and maybe then I will start to believe!" Gertrude said to Stiles while getting up and walking over to Isabelle and her husband.
Lydia and Stiles watched her for a little while longer, both of them avoiding the tension that the conversation had brought on. How had the conversation moved to such a meaningful and deep topic in such a little amount of time?
Stiles was quiet and Lydia knew that she was the one who needed to say something. He had just laid all of his feelings on the table and even though Lydia had already known all of that, she could tell that Stiles was waiting for her to react. He looked down at his fidgeting hands and Lydia raked her brain for something to say but she couldn't come up with anything. She was still trying to get her feelings in check again and debating whether or not she should finally tell Stiles about her feelings.
It was the perfect opportunity and there were no doubts about how he felt about her. All she had to do was admit her feelings to him and they could live happily ever after. So what was stopping her? Lydia couldn't really grasp the source of her reluctance either and she grew frustrated with herself. It shouldn't be this hard for her to tell him about her feelings, but unfortunately it was.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable!" Stiles suddenly said. All of his confidence was gone and he looked more vulnerable than ever before. "I didn't mean to say all of that. I just didn't like how Gertrude was talking about young love, as if it was less meaningful just because we are still young! Because it isn't. It is just as important and real as falling in love at any other age and can last just as long and…" Stiles rambled.
"Stiles!" Lydia interrupted when she noticed he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. "You didn't make me feel uncomfortable!" She added, looking straight into his eyes, hoping that he would understand what she couldn't say. His eyes widened for a few seconds before he let out a relieved sigh and smiled at her shyly.
"I'm glad!" he replied.
After finally eating their now cold food, Lydia and Stiles talked to some more relatives and Lydia revelled in the fact that Stiles seemed to grow more and more confident, touching her more deliberately as the day progressed. His hand hardly ever left the small of her back and if it did, it was only so that he could lace their fingers together.
But Stiles wasn't the only one who used the opportunity. Lydia was getting bolder too, leaning into his side when his arm was wrapped around her. They still hadn't talked to her aunt yet and Lydia was glad that they were already so good at pretending to be a couple when her aunt approached them later that evening.
"I have been waiting to meet you all evening, Stiles, but I was so busy with my daughter and everything!" Marcy said excitedly and Stiles smiled politely at her. Lydia could tell that Stiles was a little nervous and she gently squeezed his hand when she noticed.
"It's great to meet you in person." Stiles answered, unsure of what else he could say.
"Ok, so I want to know everything! How have you met, since when are you two a couple and why have I never heard of you before?" Marcy questioned and Lydia had to use all of her willpower not to roll her eyes.
Stiles took charge of the conversation and Lydia was grateful. She couldn't stand her aunt's curiosity, always sticking her nose in other people's business. Stiles told her about how Lydia had never noticed him and how they had been forced to spend time together because of their respective best friends becoming a couple and how Lydia's feelings had slowly but surely changed. Lydia couldn't believe how right he was. He was making up a story of how her feelings had changed and he didn't even know how right he was about most of it.
"Lydia, are you alright? You have been awfully quiet!" Her aunt noticed and Lydia faked a smile.
"I'm just a little tired. I'm going to freshen up, I'll be right back!" she said. Stiles was still holding on to her hand, reluctantly letting her go. Lydia made her way over to the bathroom and was glad to find it was empty. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to get her feelings in check. The way Stiles talked about them as a couple so effortlessly made her want to be his girlfriend for real but she didn't want to rush anything. She needed to think about it properly before jumping into a relationship with him and in order to do that, she needed to stomp down her feelings for now.
She took a deep breath before walking back outside. Stiles was by himself, waiting for her, and when he saw her, his face lit up and Lydia's barely stomped down feelings came back tenfold. She walked over to him and without saying a word, he took her hand and pulled her onto the dancefloor. Lydia followed willingly, embracing every opportunity that gave her an excuse to be close to Stiles.
"I don't want to talk to any more of your relatives right now and the dance floor seems to be the only escape!" Stiles explained, his head right next to hers to make sure she could hear him over the loud music. His close proximity made her shiver which she tried to suppress as best as she could. They danced to the music together, until a slow song came on and Lydia panicked a little. She liked being close to Stiles, but being in his arms and moving to the music would surely make it even harder not to give in to her feelings.
Stiles noticed her panic and, ever the gentleman, took her hand and tried to lead her back to their table. The disappointment he tried to hide was written all over his face and Lydia decided that she could at least do this for him in return for him coming to the wedding with her in the first place. So when he pulled her towards their table she stood her ground and pulled him back to her.
Surprise replaced the disappointment on his face, only to be replaced by a huge grin. They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of them moving, until Stiles pulled her closer to him with their still intertwined fingers. Lydia moved closer to him and when Stiles let go of her hand she immediately missed the contact but changed her mind again once his hands wrapped her up and came to a rest on her back. Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his chest.
They were both a little stiff at first, neither of them sure how to act. Stiles was sure that Lydia was only doing him a favour by allowing him to hold her and he didn't want to push his luck while Lydia was trying to keep herself together. They moved to the music slowly and the more time passed, the more relaxed they became. Stiles started playing with the curls that fell down Lydia's neck and the shivers he was creating in Lydia slowly made him realise what an effect he had on the girl.
Stiles grew bolder, trying to get her to shiver at his touches and Lydia soon realised what he was doing. He was testing her, trying to figure out if his theory was right. He had been paying close attention to Lydia's reactions to him the entire evening. When he had told Scott about the wedding, his best friend had reluctantly told him something he would never forget.
"I haven't said anything until now, because Lydia is my friend, too, but I can't keep it to myself any longer." Scott had started and Stiles had listened intently to every word he way saying. "And I'm only telling you this now, because I think it is as much to your benefit as it is to Lydia's." Stiles grew more and more impatient, but he kept quiet.
"For a while now, I have noticed a change in the way Lydia feels about you… Every time you smile at her, her heart skips a beat and her heartrate speeds up whenever you're close to her. I can't tell if she is in love with you, but she definitely has some kind of feelings towards you and I think this wedding is the perfect opportunity for you to find out what kind of feelings they are!"
Stiles had only been able to stammer and asked about a thousand times if Scott was sure about this. Scott assured him that he was certain and Stiles had had to promise him to not tell Lydia about this conversation. He had been trying to find out if Scott was right the entire day and while he had very little hope for it to be true in the beginning of the day, his hopes were now higher than ever.
Stiles loved having Lydia in his arms and he never wanted to let go of her again. He continued to run his hands through the ends of her curls and prayed to god that he wasn't taking it too far and make Lydia flee. But then she started combing through his hair with her fingers gently and Stiles felt his heart rate speed up dramatically.
He tried to calm himself down because he didn't want her to notice but it seemed as if it was too late anyway. He heard her chuckle lightly into his chest and pulled her hair playfully for laughing at him.
She moved away from him, only enough to be able to look up at him with mock outrage. Stiles only smiled at her innocently and he would have raised his arms in mock surrender if he could have gotten himself to let go of Lydia for even a second.
When one of Lydia's curls fell into her face, Lydia unwrapped one of her arms from Stiles' neck to brush it away but Stiles beat her to it. He gently brushed the strand back so it wasn't in front of her face anymore and Lydia was frozen in place, her hand resting on his chest now.
When she didn't flinch away, Stiles started tracing patterns onto her cheek and this time Lydia couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her whole body. Stiles was looking down at her, not meeting her eyes but his gaze following the path his fingertips made across Lydia's face.
Lydia hadn't moved at all since he had started touching her face and they had stopped moving to the music but neither of the two seemed to notice. Stiles' fingers moved from her hairline over her cheekbones and down her jaw, moving closer to her lips with each stroke. When he finally found the courage, he grazed her lips lightly and he felt her breath hitch.
His eyes finally met hers and Stiles was overwhelmed by all the emotions that she held in her eyes. He was surprised that Lydia let him touch her so deliberately and was intent on enjoying every second of it.
Stiles was encouraged by her involuntary reactions to him and brought his other hand up to cup her face. Both of her hands were resting on his chest now and he couldn't even remember how they had found themselves there.
Time seemed to have stopped when Stiles finally started leaning in. Anticipation was clearly showing in Lydia's features and Stiles couldn't believe that he was finally about to kiss Lydia. Their faces were still a few inches away when Lydia suddenly seemed to come to life and took a step back. Stiles dropped his hands from her face immediately, concern and worry written all over his face.
He had been debating whether or not he should lean in, fearing he would push her too far. He should have just enjoyed having her in his arms instead of going too far. But there was nothing he could do about it now except waiting for her to say something.
She took his hand and led him off the dance floor. Stiles was already preparing himself for an angry and confused rant from Lydia, telling him off for trying to kiss her and making it awkward between them. Lydia pulled him towards the double doors that lead outside. It was only logical that she didn't want to yell at him in front of her relatives, especially considering that they were pretending to be a couple.
The lawn in front of the restaurant was also filled with people and Lydia let out a frustrated noise, leading Stiles towards a lake at the far end of the lawn. He followed, bracing himself for what would surely be the most uncomfortable minutes of his life.
Lydia walked towards a big tree determinedly and walked around it so that they were shielded from the wedding guests, making sure that no one witnessed their argument.
Lydia pushed Stiles to stand with his back to the tree and took a deep breath, preparing herself.
"I'm sorry, Lydia! I shouldn't have..." Stiles started but was interrupted.
Lydia pushed him against the tree and pressed her lips to his. Stiles was surprised to say the least but after he had recovered from his shock, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible. Her hands were resting on either side of his face, holding him in place, even though Stiles didn't have any intention of moving away from her any time soon.
Stiles moved one of his hands into her hair, keeping her close with his other hand. Stiles couldn't believe that he was actually kissing her right now but he was the most surprised that she was the one who initiated the kiss. Sure, he would have kissed her first if she would have let him on the dance floor, but he wouldn't want their first kiss to be any other way than this.
Lydia was kissing him fervently and Stiles put all of his feelings into the kiss, just in case she wouldn't let him kiss her again. His hands were both raking through her hair now, but he quickly brought one of them back around her waist to pull her closer again and he heard a content sigh escape Lydia's lips.
She pulled away for a second, catching her breath, before placing one more intent and lingering kiss onto his lips and taking a small step back. Stiles' hands dropped to his sides and he couldn't help but stare disbelievingly at Lydia. Her cheeks were flushed and they seemed to grow even redder under Stiles' gaze.
"I've wanted to do that for quite some time now!" Lydia admitted quietly and Stiles felt his heart skip several beats.
"So... was that a one-time thing, or...?" Stiles asked, boldly brushing a strand of hair behind Lydia's ear.
"No," Lydia's lips turned up into a smile and she leaned forward to claim his lips again. He immediately reciprocated and held her tight, smiling against her lips.
"It was a two-time thing!" Lydia smirked and turned to walk away from him.
For a second Stiles was unsure if Lydia really wanted to leave it at that or if she was playing games with him. But then she smirked back at him over her shoulder and relief flooded him.
Without missing another beat he caught her hand just before she was out of reach and pulled her back to him.
"Or maybe three?" He asked grinning before kissing her again gently. "Or four? Or five? Six? Seven..." He mumbled between kisses and Lydia giggled, hoping the number they would stop at would be higher than either of them could count.
AN: Reviews and requests are very much appreciated :)