I'm going for a short and sweet one-shot here, so I am sorry that its so short.

Please review guys, it means a lot.

This is my first ever Stydia fic so please let me know if you think anyone is a bit out of character.

I hope you enjoy!

There was a short, swift knock at the door, followed by the tranquillising tone of "it's me. Can I come in?"

Lydia sat up from where she was lay on her mauve sheets. "Yes." She replied, wiping back the tears.

Stiles opens the door slowly, peering his head around it and smiling solemnly before walking through. "How you holding up?" He asked, sitting beside her on the bed.

"It was all just so fast." She gripped his hand as she spoke, seeking the comfort of the warmth it brought her. Stiles smiled at the action, holding on tighter to her already firm grip. He began to stroke his thumb along her skin, reliving what had happened; Allison's death had only just sunk in with the group of teenage misfits, before now they had put it aside to save Stiles but now that everything was okay, the travesty had caught up with them.

Stiles scoffed "Tell me about it."

Lydia offered a small smile in return, she looked up to him through wet eyelashes. "Thanks for coming to check on me." She began sincerely.

With his free hand Stiles caught the loose strand of strawberry blonde hair that was falling towards the girls face, he twisted the curl between his fingers and hung it back behind her ear "I'd do anything for you Lydia." He told the girl of his dreams honestly.

She raised her head, looking at him point blank with her bold, fathoming eyes "After the past few weeks, I'm beginning to believe that the feeling is mutual." Lydia confessed with a blush.

"Really?"

The girl nodded and lent towards him slowly, leaving the dumb-struck boy to move the rest of the short distance. When only millimetres separated them, the strawberry blonde pounced the remaining space, capturing his lips with hers.

Seconds passed, mouths opened and hands tangled into hair. "I love you" he whispered into her lips, she continued to kiss him, smiling into the kiss when she heard his confession. Stiles knew that she wasn't ready to tell him what he had just told her, it had been easy for him - he had been in love with her since the third grade. But this was still new to her and he excepted that.

For now he would just have to make do with intense make out sessions, mind-numbing sex and rather provocative lingerie.

Somehow he knew he would cope.