Hey guys! So I just rewrote this, I wanted to make it better. Thanks. Based around the season 2 finale, except Lydia didn't have to save Jackson.
It made Stiles sick to his stomach to see his Dad so scared for him. He was just being protective, Stiles knew, but he hated he couldn't have done more to protect himself. He sat as his desk, his mind reeling, when he heard another knock at the door.
"Not now, Dad." He called. The knocking persisted. Stiles rose from his desk. "Dad," He muttered. "I said, not-" He opened the door, cutting himself off. "Lydia."
"Hi," she murmured delicately. "Can I come in?" Stiles was blocking the door with his body, resting his side up against the door. Stiles moved so she could enter his room.
"Of course, yeah, of course, come in." Stiles tripped over his words.
Lydia walked in, eyeing all the presents on the ground. She looked back at Stiles, and worry overtook her face. "Oh my god, Stiles. What happened?" She reached a hand out before stopping herself.
"Oh," Stiles said, suddenly sheepish. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing." Fuck, he thought, you must look like such a loser.
Lydia sat on the edge of Stiles' bed. "That looks like it really hurts, Stiles, what happened?"
"I said don't worry about it," He muttered as he sat down beside her. "Please."
"But I am worried about it." Lydia reached to his face again, trying to be gentle. She didn't want to hurt him even more.
"There were just some assholes after the game, you know? Not too happy I was mouthing off to them. I'm fine, Lyd."
Lydia motioned to the other side of his bed. "What are all those?" She questioned.
"Oh, those. They're uh, they're just, you know, I tried to find something for your birthday and I ended up with..." He trailed off. "Some extra... things."
"You bought all those for me?" Lydia asked. She gave Stiles a good long look. He had beautiful skin, flecked with dark freckles. He had beautiful eyes - light brown with just the slightest hint of green. His lips - they were plump, turned into a slight smirk, even when cut and bruised - and suddenly all she wanted to do was kiss them. She could see the faint beating of his pulse in a vein in his neck, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took.
He nodded slowly, his eyes flickering to the unwrapped presents on his desk and on his floor. "I was going to take them back, y'know, I just couldn't decide on the perfect thing." He blushed. He looked up to where she suddenly stood.
Lydia slowly glanced at all the presents that he hadn't wrapped. There were boxes of earrings, several bracelets, a TV and a laptop. There were teddybears and picture frames and a book that peaked out under a stack of boxes of chocolates. There was a Victoria's Secret bag that she peaked in - lotions and bodywash. There were several square-shapes that were wrapped in birthday wrapping paper that she guessed were Blu-Rays.
She fingered a small, delicate bracelet and murmured "This is amazing."
He smiled and shook his head. "Nah, Lydia. It was nothing. I just wanted to get you something you'd love."
Lydia walked the couple steps back to the bed and sat down next to Stiles. She smiled. "You're amazing." She said, and put her hand on his knee.
He sat there, his breath catching in his throat. "I'm sorry, what?"
She laughed. "I said, you're amazing. Nobody has ever put this much thought into my present before. You're the sweetest, Stiles." She started to place gentle kisses around his bruised eye, and traced circles on his thigh through his jeans. All Stiles could do was stare.
Lydia grabbed one of Stiles hands, which was placed in his lap, and intertwined her fingers with his. Stiles looked into Lydia's deep green eyes. They were beautiful, rimmed with thick dark lashes.
This is it, Stiles thought. This is it. Do it now. Kiss her. He leaned in, brushed his hand against her arm and kissed her. His full lips against her plump pucker, he leaned against her body. He traced his hand up her arm, against her neck, and into her hair.
Lydia moaned softly and kissed him back as hard as she could. She wanted this too, so badly, and needed him to know that yes, this was okay. She placed her tongue inside his mouth, wanting to taste him. She was torn between her need for him and wanting to be gentle against his bruised and battered mouth.
Soon, they broke apart, needing air. Stiles began to say something, but Lydia shook her head. This was an amazing moment, and she didn't want Stiles to say something, to over-think it, and ruin it. She kissed his lips again softly, then looked up, breaking them apart.
Lydia stood up, then slowly put one leg on each side of Stiles lap, stradling him. She placed her lips against his neck as he leaned back onto the bed. She started to lick, suck, kiss, and playfully nip Stiles' neck.
He reached for her sides and pulled off her shirt over her head, momentarily breaking them apart. Lydia was breathing heavily, grinding into Stiles, and leaned down to kiss him once again.
"I can believe this is happening," Stiles whispered in between kisses.
"I know." Lydia breathed as Stiles kissed her neck. She moaned as he kissed behind her ear. "This is amazing." She shoved her hands under his shirt, feeling his abs. He took this as a sign and slipped it off quickly.
He flipped her over so he was ontop. He ran his hands over hers, placing them above her head, and started to kiss down her collarbone, down to her chest. Lydia started to fumble with his Jean buttons.
Eventually, they both kicked off their pants. Stiles was busying himself with kissing Lydia's breasts, while she started to place her fingers in between his skin and the tops of his boxers.
Stiles looked up at Lydia. "Are you okay with this?"
"Yeah!" He exclaimed a little too loudly. "Are you?"
"Of course," Lydia smiled. "I want to make you feel better," She trailed kisses along his neck. "And forget about whatever happened tonight."
Afterwards, Lydia closed her eyes and placed her head against Stiles' chest. A smile played on her lips.
"That was amazing." Stiles said huskily.
"Stiles.. I think this is the start of something amazing."
"Oh my God." Stiles couldn't be happier. "I think this is the best day of my life." He laughed out loud.