Lydia lay in bed, one finger twirling around her girlfriend's dark locks. "You know, for someone who lived in the wild for over half a decade, you have amazing hair."
Malia chuckled, snuggling in closer to the redhead. "Well, I did win best fur coat in the forest five years in a row" she teased.
"You've been spending too much time with Stiles. It's turning you into a smartass."
"Don't pout. Stiles and I are over. You're the only one for me" Malia said, sitting up and planting a kiss on Lydia lips.
"Mmmmmm. C'mon, I'll show you how to French braid your hair."
"Is that like French kissing?"
Lydia laughed. "No, not nearly as fun to learn. But I promise there will be plenty of time for that after."