Title: Do you remember?
Rated: T
Characters: Stiles/Lydia
Summary: Remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say "I told you so," but you didn't. - Six chapters of one shots. Stydia.
Do You Remember?
Remember the day I borrowed your beloved car and dented it?
I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.
"Oh, shit!" I cry, throwing the covers away as I catch a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand. "I'm late!" It's my first day at a new job and I'm already setting myself up for failure. You chuckle, assuring me I'll be there on time, and resume nuzzling my neck, pulling me in closer. Your body covers mine, so warm and comforting that I want to hibernate right there and now; every part of me wanting to give into temptation and spend a lazy morning in bed. But I eventually manage to tear myself away. I don't even have time for a shower, never mind breakfast, but you insist I eat something before I leave the house and shove an apple into my mouth before I can protest, reminding me that 'breakfast is the most important meal of the day.'
I scramble through my purse for change for the subway as I attempt to brush my teeth, all the while you're behind me, pulling my hair away from my neck and kissing the bare skin there. I want to tell you to stop, that I have to concentrate, but I just can't. Instead, I melt into your touch, lost in the feeling of your arms wrapped around me again; like I belong there- Like they were made to hold me. 'You can borrow the car.' You finally whisper in my ear.
Pleased with the spare time you've provided with those five words, you tug at my top to raise it over my head, following the trail with your hands. I shiver upon your touch, still weakened by your fingers after all this time. I love mornings like this. Your hand dips down to unbutton my jeans, the Goosebumps on my flesh much more prominent now. I know you enjoy teasing. Another chuckle in my ear and you've got me completely. Until your touch disappears: 'You'd better get going.'
Flustered, I place a chaste kiss on your cheek and slip back into my blouse just in time to catch the keys that you throw to me. Within seconds I'm flying down the stairs out into the cold, brisk morning air to where your car is parked in it's usual spot. I was surprised that you'd even let me touch the keys, let alone drive it. The car smells like you, your rugged, musky scent filling my thoughts, and your music blares through the interior as I start the engine. Your taste in music, like your personality, is mixed, like you cannot contain yourself. I love it uncondtionally. It's a normal Monday morning. I listen to my favourite radio show host, laugh along to the gags and belt out the ballads that follow.
But it isn't a normal Monday morning.
Your face was the last I saw in my mind before the darkness crept in.
You'd heard the commotion and found your jeep bent around the lamppost just off the corner from our apartment. You describe the event to me when I wake in a hospital bed, surrounded by flowers and love. "I just knew it was you." You say every time, like we're linked not only physically, but spiritually. I don't think I could've loved you more if I tried. Even though I was unconscious, I could feel your arms around me, could smell the familiar scent of your favourite cologne as you carried me to safety. I hear you call me name, telling me everything will be alright, but all I want to do is say sorry for wrecking your car. I think I try, my words slurring and you reply with my favourite sound: a low chuckle. You tell me "Don't be stupid, Lyds." But I can't help it.
Within seconds I let the darkness take me again and I'm not even sure we spoke at all.
'Lydia?' I hear you call my name again and it drags me towards the light. It hurts to open my eyes but I have to see you. I'm not quite sure. I hear the sirens, feel the vehicle bursting forward, but I'm floating like I have no sense of my own body. Like I'm watching the scene unfold from a distance, an innocent bystander. I want to cry, but you smile warmly and I feel you brush a kiss across my knuckles and all sadness dissipates.
"Remember the day I borrowed your beloved car and dented it? I thought you'd kill me. But you didn't."