The First Move
This is my first fanfic (please be kind). This scene has been bouncing around in my head and I thought I would put it down. There is just not enough Marrish! And of course, I don't own these characters, or Teen Wolf, otherwise we would have already seen this play out.
Setting: Lydia and Jordan doing supernatural research at Jordan's apartment. Somewhere in the middle to end of 5A.
Lydia and Jordan sat side by side on the couch, many books before them on the coffee table. Jordan was very aware of Lydia's thigh pressed against his and the way her hair brushed his arm whenever she leaned forward to point out something in a book. With a sigh Lydia sat up and stretched her neck. Placing her hand on his thigh she stood. "I'm going to get a drink, do you want anything?" she asked.
"Sure, I'll take some water." Jordan replied.
Lydia wandered into the kitchen. Jordan watched her, he had been so distracted by her lately. She was all he could think about. He had even seen a vision of her when he thought he was dying. He wasn't too sure how she felt about him, she was flirty, but did she like him? She had been spending a lot of time with him lately, which had to mean something. He rose and followed her to the kitchen. Nervously he cleared his throat. "Lydia? Uh, you've been spending an awful lot of time at the station helping to solve cases, and a lot of time here helping me try to figure out what I am. When does a beautiful girl like you get some down time to enjoy yourself?" He can feel his ears turning pink. Smooth, real smooth, he thought.
Lydia sat her glass down and took a step closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest and absentmindedly traced the stitching on his shirt pocket. She looked up and smiled coyly, "Deputy, did you just call me beautiful?" Jordan's hands went to her arms, his fingertips gently stroking the back of them.
Now, not only were Jordan's ears turning red, but his neck was getting flushed also. Lydia knew she was making him squirm. "And who said I don't enjoy spending time over here, helping you figure out what you are?"
Jordan looked surprised. "You like helping me?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"Of course I like helping you, I like being around you and spending time with you. You aren't like the boys I've dated." Lydia wondered if she should have kept that last part to herself. She looked up at Jordan and met his gaze. They were so close. As usual Jordan stood restrained. She could feel his heart pounding, feel his shaky breaths. Lydia rose on her toes and slid her hands up to Jordan's shoulders. Her lips were so close to his. The only move he made was to place his hands on her hips. Always waiting on her to lead the way. Finally, Lydia closed the gap, kissing him softly.
That soft kiss was all it took for Jordan to give in to what he had been desiring. He quickly deepened the kiss, his tongue requesting entrance to Lydia's mouth, which she eagerly granted. Their kisses became more heated and passionate. Lydia faltered, losing balance on her toes. Jordan swiftly picked her up, sitting her on the counter top. Lydia pulled him in for another steamy kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Jordan's hands stroked the outside of her thighs and hers found his neck, one hand grazing through the short hair at the nape with her nails. Lydia hooked her legs around Jordan's waist, locking her heals on the backs of his muscular thighs. She rocked against him. She could feel his hard length pressed against her and he groaned as his lips moved down the column of her neck. His hands moved to her waist just under the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing her bare flesh.
With another groan, Jordan placed his head on Lydia's shoulder. Breathing heavily he said "Lydia, we have to stop. If we don't stop, I'm not going to be able to."
Lydia raised his face with her hands, looked him in the eyes and raised her arms above her head. "I don't want to stop."
With that Jordan pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. Lydia's red curls fell over her shoulders cascading across her breasts. Jordan thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.