Established Stydia. Fluffy goodness.
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"Are you sure you two will be okay?" The Sheriff fusses.
"Dad, you'll only be gone for two days. What trouble could we possibly get into?"
"With you two? The possibilities are endless." The Sheriff tells them. Stiles grins, and pats his father on the back, hands him his keys, and directs him out the door with his duffel bag.
Then they wave him off, grinning wickedly as he drives off in the cruiser.
When he is out of sight, they turn to each other.
"What trouble could we get into, my sun and stars?" Lydia asks, sliding her hands under the edge of Stiles' t shirt. He smirks and tugs her in for a kiss. She toys with his waistband, pushes her pinky finger past the elastic of his boxers.
"Cupcakes."
"I like your thinking, babe."
And with that, they set about looking for cupcake ingredients.
"Flour, sugar, butter, eggs, salt, and vanilla." Lydia looks to Stiles' for confirmation.
"Yep, that's all." They gleefully mix the ingredients, cracking eggs, and laughing at each other when Lydia covers her hand in flour and leaves a white hand print on Stiles' ass.
It goes wrong when in retaliation Stiles throws a handful of flour and Lydia shrieks and smashes an egg on his chest.
It turns into a full on food fight.
Lydia snatches the egg carton and ducks behind the counter, as Stiles grabs the bag of flour and crouches behind the other side.
They both leap up and throw their ammunition at the same time. Stiles is covered in egg, and Lydia has been coated in a heavy layer of flour.
They burst out laughing and call a truce. Lydia grabs her boyfriend's lapels and yanks him down for a floury kiss, winding her fingers into his hair and getting a fist full of egg.
"Shower? Stiles asks.
"And kinky shower sex, right?" She replies.
"You betcha, baby."
They race upstairs and Stiles fulfils his promise, many times over.
They burn the cakes.
Sorry it's so short, babes.
G x
