After much debate, the chapter of this fic is November Lights - Talk(IndieAir on YouTube)
MALIA'S POV:
The sound of car doors shutting from outside caught my attention from unpacking my bags. I looked out the window to see Stiles and Lydia with their bags on their shoulders from the trunk.
I trotted down the stairs to greet them at the front door.
The door opened. They smiled as they saw me.
"Hey," Lydia rushed in to hug me.
My arms wrapped around her. "God, it's been so long."
"Tell me about it." She squeezed me.
"Hey," Stiles said. "No hogging the werecoyote."
We pulled away with a laugh.
Stiles and I hugged and it was nice because after our break up we didn't spend a lot of time together on our own. When he left for his FBI training after school he reached out about how sorry he was that he didn't say goodbye. He said it was because he couldn't bare to say goodbye to me. Initially, I was mad and confused, but once I understood where he came from I couldn't blame him anymore. We kept in contact more than your normal ex-couple would.
Lydia pranced to the kitchen. "Can I just say that coming up here every year is definitely worth the wait." She reached for the wine cabinet, then hesitated. She looked back at him and blushed. Her jade eyes met mine. "We're doing a cleanse."
My face scrunched up in disgust. "What for? You're both pretty healthy and active."
"I'm going to put our bags away, why don't you two catch up." He gave Lydia an adorable half-grin, then headed for the stairs.
I turned toward Lydia with expectant eyes. "Catch me up to speed. What's been going on with you?" I grabbed her a bottle of water from the fridge and a bottle of wine for me, then we headed toward the living room that overlooked the lake and mountains peering through the windows that gave the mostly wood interior decor a light atmosphere.
We sunk in comfortably next to each other on the gray couch, our feet propped up on the coffee table.
Her short strawberry blonde hair was cut into an executive like bob, she brushed some hair behind her ear and looked at me with nerves behind her eyes. "I'm going to tell the others later tonight, but I wanted to tell you first. This is a secret, from everyone." Her hands grabbed mine. "I'm pregnant." She whispered.
My eyes instantly widened and I felt the hot sting of happy tears. I smiled as brightly as I could manage. "That's wonderful." I hugged her tightly as I tried to hold in my tears.
She held me close. "You're not mad?"
I pulled away enough to inspect her. "No, why would I be mad?"
A sheepish look crossed her face as she shrugged. "Because you guys used to..."
"Lydia," I wiped my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. That was forever ago. Stiles is the last person I think about in that way."
"Yeah," She pointed at me. "Where's Rick? I thought he was coming the last I talked to you."
I opened the wine and poured a glass. "Turns out he's gay. And I was his beard."
She tried to hide the tiny smile on her red painted lips.
"Hey," I shoved her shoulder back. "That's not funny."
She laughed. "You turned a guy gay, it's a little funny."
"Who's gay?" Theo asked from the entryway. His hair was cropped short except for the top that he grew out a little. He'd grown out a beard as well. He looked good in his jean button down and khaki pants, and boots.
"Where's Liam?" I asked, I took a decent sip of my wine.
Lydia struggled to keep her laughter in.
He pointed behind him. "Upstairs with Stiles." He headed our way.
I got up to hug him. "I'm mad at you," I slapped his back.
He chuckled. "What did I do this time?"
"You were supposed to call me about lunch like a month ago." I looked at him in mock disappointment.
His eyes held recognition. "Oh yeah," He reddened. "My bad. You know how Mona gets."
I made a face of discomfort.
Lydia rolled her eyes. "No one likes Mona."
He went to embrace her. "Aren't you two supposed be feminist? Go girl power and all."
"Yeah, but she's not the easiest person to get along with." She gestured between the two of us. "We tried."
He waved it off. "You just have to get to know her more."
Like that was going to happen. She wanted to spend time with us just about as much as we wanted to spend time with her.
Laughter came from upstairs and I realized that I forgot to finish unpacking.
"Have you heard from the others?" I asked them.
They shook their heads.
"No, I don't think Mason, Hayden, and Corey are coming. They're doing this internship camp thing, so they don't have great wifi or cell service." He answered.
I saddened at that. Still, we could make the most out of who was here. It was a good lot.
"Scott's on the way," Theo teased.
I rose to my feet. "I'm going to finish unpacking."
"Not so fast," Lydia grabbed me and pulled back down to the couch. "What's going on with you and Scott?"
Theo's arms folded across his broad chest. His thick brow rose. "She didn't tell you?"
Lydia was known for her bitchy stare that could cut you down. I had never been on the receiving end of that stare before, but now I was.
"Not a word." She looked at Theo.
"They almost slept together."
Lydia gasped, her hand shot out and slapped my arm. Hard.
There was no use in lying because Theo had already spilled the beans.
My hands raised. "In my defense, it was like right in between Rick happening." I gave Theo a look of betrayal. "Nothing happened."
"That's a lie," He called me out. "You said he," He held up two fingers to make a V, his tongue flicked between them. "I clearly remember you saying that you," He mimed giving a blowjob.
Boy was my face red.
I hesitantly glanced at Lydia.
She didn't know whether to laugh or scowl.
I tried to find the right words. "It just happened," The memories flashed through my mind. I mean, I wasn't ashamed of them by any means, but I did question whether or not our situation would change our friendship. So far it hadn't, but I also hadn't seen him since that night. Six months ago.
"Not a word of this when he gets here." I rose again.
They held their hands up, but I couldn't trust those two as far as I could throw them. Supernatural being aside, that saying would work any other time.
I made my way up the stairs, turned to the source of chatter.
Liam and Stiles were playing a video game. It was still odd to see grown men with facial hair and muscled figures to be crouched over with a controller in their hands.
"Already?" I asked. "It's been like twenty minutes."
Liam paused it to jump up and hug me. "You look gorgeous."
I hugged him back. "I know." I teased.
He laughed.
Stiles cleared his throat. "What about me?"
We looked at him.
"Shave your beard and we'll talk," Liam told him.
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "I thought you liked beards?" He said, referring to Theo.
Liam rolled his eyes. "Shut it, Stilinski."
Stiles chuckled. "Fire with fire, now let's get back to the game."
Liam rejoined him.
"Doesn't Stiles have the upper hand here because of his tactical training?" I voiced.
Liam shot at him. "You'd think that, wouldn't you?"
They got wrapped up in the game and I became nonexistent, which meant it was time to head to my room to hang up the rest of my clothes and whatnot.
I put on some music, then got to work.
In between folding and hanging, I got lost in the rhyme and rhythm, my hips swayed in my black romper to the beat as I sang along. My mind was on what I would do for the rest of the summer. I'd been lazy in applying for internships or work. It wasn't like I needed the money, Peter was loaded. He helped Henry and I out a lot. Doing nothing with my summer break didn't seem as appealing as it once did. Maybe I'd take a trip somewhere. I'd barely been out of California. Peter had offered to pay for it toward the end of the semester. But a trip by myself?
A scent that I could never forget hit my nose and I turned from my closet to find Scott.
He stood in the doorway with a bag in his hand. He wore a grayish, navy blue shirt with dog tags. His dark hair had grown out a few inches since the last time I saw him.
My heart slowed down at the sight of him.
"Hey," He offered a half-grin.
I met him halfway. "Hey,"
This was what I was afraid of, this awkward air between us.
His dimples popped out as he pressed his lips together.
My face heated up. If Theo hadn't brought it up I probably could've gone on like it hadn't happened, but it had been in the forefront of my mind since.
"Um..." I started, but I didn't know what to say.
"You look nice," He observed.
I didn't remember what I was wearing, for all I know I could be naked.
He gestured toward my head. "Did you do something different to your hair?"
My hand went to my sandy blonde highlighted ends for inspection. "Uh, yeah. Like right after I saw you last..." My gaze trailed to the side.
He cleared his throat. "Oh."
Our eyes met awkwardly.
"So how's Jemma?" I asked.
His head gave a little nonchalant shake. "Not really a priority anymore."
"Oh," My hand went to my hip, then I moved it to my romper pocket. "Sorry,"
He didn't look torn up about it. He stepped an inch closer. "Where's Rick? I promised we'd get the beer when we got up here."
I paused. For some reason, I didn't know how to tell him that we broke up. "He's not coming, but he's good." My voice didn't sound convincing.
His chocolate brown eyes narrowed. He was about to say something when Stiles rounded the bend.
"Scotty,"
They grinned at each other and went for a bear hug.
I used this moment to compose myself. If they all found out we would never hear the end of it. As weird as it was now I didn't think we could handle everyone bombarding us with questions or giving us side eyes when were alone. That wasn't what made us great friends. It was the fact that he was just there for me for literally anything put him above a lot of people I wouldn't have thought.
Stiles draped an arm over his shoulders and pulled him along. "Let's go to the lake, I've got some news to tell you."
Scott glanced back at me.
I gave a slight wave.
He nodded before they walked off.
I backed into the bed and flopped back with a sigh. My hand fell over my face.
That was worse than I ever thought possible.
It was just Scott of all people. I turned into Mush Mouth. We always had things to talk about, but that was just painful.
For the first time since it happened, I truly regret that night we spent together. It never should've happened. Scott had never made me feel bad about it, but shame washed over me as I laid there.
What did we get ourselves into?
We all ended up heading down to the lake for a swim. Everyone splashed and had fun in the water, but I stayed on land. Not that I was in a rush to settle down and start a family, but Lydia's pregnancy made me realize that I definitely wanted kids and I definitely wanted to come home after a long day of work to a loving home. I had no delusions that Rick was that guy in my mind, but I entertained the idea once or twice. Not because I was head over heels in love with the guy, but because he had been the only option in a while. It had been a few weeks since we broke up, but it was amicable. He wasn't a bad guy, it just wasn't working. Mostly because he was gay. We chatted and hung out a few times a week like it was no problem.
I would forever support Lydia and Stiles, but I wanted a love like that. So far there hadn't been anybody that I could share my complete self with. Letting someone into who you were was one thing and telling them that you were a creature of the night was another. And there wasn't like there was supernatural Tinder.
The Sun had dropped in the afternoon sky. We still had a few hours left of daylight. Coming out here and just sitting while in your thoughts was one of my favorite pastimes. I didn't want to ruin the magic of this place so I kept it to once a month minimum.
With my notebook in my lap, I jotted down some ideas on how to fix things with Scott. None of them seemed exceptionally amazing, but I had limited options to work with.
Liam headed for the house with an obvious erection. "Shouldn't have played Chicken." He shook his head in light amusement.
I laughed. "Lesson learned."
He grinned before he disappeared inside.
Scott jogged up the sand in my direction.
I tried not to ogle him. His hand pushed back slick black hair, water dripped down his deliciously tan pecs and abs. And his swim trunks didn't hide his little Scott so well as they clung to his body.
My eyes averted back to my notebook and I flipped to a new page in case he caught a peek.
He grabbed his towel from the lake chair beside me. "What's going on with you?" He toweled off to my disappointment.
I tapped the pen against the notebook flat against my stomach. "Nothing,"
He made a disapproving noise at the back of his throat. "I don't believe that." He dropped into the chair next to me, his gaze fell heavy on my face.
I looked at him.
"You love to swim," He started. "So why are you being little miss antisocial all of a sudden?"
My shoulders shrugged. "I come here often. Today, I guess, I wanted to write."
His honest brown eyes searched mine, he didn't believe me. He leaned closer. "Next time we play Chicken you're on my team,"
I automatically leaned closer. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
His grin turned into a chuckle. "Maybe you're right. Temptation and all." His sarcasm not lost on me.
I knew he was joking, but I couldn't keep the amused shock off my face.
He took the opportunity to grab my notebook and shot up from the chair. "Let's see what's on your mind, Lia."
Shit.
My heart dropped, my body felt the heat of embarrassment. I went after him. "Give it back."
He flipped back a page and read over the words that I had no intention of anyone seeing.
"Scott!" I reached for it, but he had already seen enough.
His eyes met mine, this time uncertainty rang in them. "'Tell Scott that that night meant nothing and pretend it never happened'." He handed the book back to me.
Humiliation washed over me like a tidal wave as I took it.
I'd never seen him disappointed in me, but now I felt the weight of it.
His brow arched. "Well, are you going to say it?"
My heart slammed against my chest. No words would come out of my mouth. I didn't want to say those words to him at all, they were just an option but he had seen it and that was all that mattered. I had hurt him.
He backed away until he turned for the house.
The cat was out of the bag now. I knew Theo and Liam had heard it. And if Stiles' stillness a few feet away meant anything, he had heard it, too.
Theo and Lydia made their way to me with guarded eyes.
"How about we go for a walk, just the three of us?"
Minutes later we strolled through the woods.
"So..." Theo started. "I think it's safe to say we all know now."
Lydia's eyes rolled. "The question is how are you going to fix it?"
I shrugged. "I didn't know I had to have a contingency plan to fix the talk with him that was supposed to fix things between us. I mean, I didn't expect him to grab my notes and read it."
"Well, he did, so I expect dinner to be awkward," Theo added.
A sigh left me.
"I think the real question is do you like Scott?" Lydia posed.
Before the trip, I would've said no. Flat out no. He was one of my closest friends. Hell, he was like a brother to me before that fateful night of our hookup. The second I laid eyes on him that answer wasn't so black and white in my head anymore.
"There goes your answer." Theo hung his arm around my shoulders.
I looked at Lydia for clarification.
She shrugged. "I'm still mad I'm just now finding out about this today, you're on your own."
My lips pursed. "I deserve that." My hand reached for hers. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
Her hand took mine.
"In my defense, I didn't even want to tell Theo but he gave me some of his hooch and I spilled the tea."
She waved it off. "Now I know and I couldn't believe I didn't think of it sooner. Not because you two were the only single ones left by senior year, it just makes sense."
"Does it?" I questioned.
"Yes," They said together.
Well, their minds were made up. That just left mine. But I wasn't stupid enough to believe the decision would come overnight. Even if I did like Scott in more ways that I wanted to admit that didn't mean we should start dating. If he liked me back it didn't mean we were well suited for each other like these two seemed to think. Just because we were friends first didn't equate to a perfect relationship or one that would work.
"Speaking of," I looked to Theo. "Lydia has something to tell you."
We looked at her.
Her dimples popped out as she tried to hide her excitement. "I'm pregnant."
He stopped in his tracks and turned to her. "Really?"
She nodded with a budding grin. "Yeah."
"It's Stiles' right?"
She laughed. "Of course."
He attacked her with a hug, picked her up and swung her around.
"Careful," I advised.
He placed her down in uncertainty. "Is it okay?"
She shrugged. "I don't know." She glanced at me and grinned with mischief in her eyes. "So Liam has really grown up, huh?"
Theo nodded. "Yeah, I guess. He was going to bring up this guy he's dating, but I guess the guy backed out last minute."
Lydia and I locked eyes and grinned.
"Sure, that's what happened." She said.
He cut his eye at her. "What that's supposed to mean?"
"Have you met this so called boyfriend?"
He nodded. "Yeah, he was nice." He got out his phone and pulled a picture. "This is him."
Her mouth dropped open.
I couldn't hide my laugh. "Please tell me you see what I see?" I asked him.
"No, what?"
Lydia reached over to smack his chest. "He looks just like you."
His eyes squinted at the pic. He zoomed in. "Maybe there's a small resemblance."
"He could be your doppelganger." I pointed out. "I've even seen you wear that shirt."
His forehead creased in thought. "Okay, so what's the big deal?"
Lydia and I stayed silent with smug looks on our faces.
"You two aren't actually implying that Liam likes me, are you?"
Our silence spoke volumes.
A breathy laugh came from him. "That's ridiculous. Like not even remotely possible."
Lydia linked arms with me. "You want to head back?"
"Yeah,"
We turned around.
"Guys, that's not funny." He called but didn't follow.
I hoped he stayed behind to process the idea and sift through their interactions.
The two of them were like two peas in a pod. The moment Liam graduated from high school was the moment I noticed how he felt about Theo. Maybe he had always felt that way or maybe he was just more obvious about it after he felt like an actual adult.
When we got back to the house I hadn't expected the conversation to completely stop as we walked into the kitchen. The boys had showered and changed, they gathered around the island.
Scott walked out the back door without a word or look my way.
Stiles held a sour expression while Liam said, "We're gonna start on dinner." They shuffled out in awkwardness.
I didn't look at Lydia to confirm she witnessed that.
Her hand on my shoulder was enough confirmation.
We dredged upstairs to our respective rooms to shower the outdoors off.
I took my time in the shower, not ready to face the inevitable conflict outside. I knew the guys would be on Scott's side. Lydia and Theo would be loyal to me, but I hated that this thing between us would potentially make our friends pick sides.
I blow dried my hair to stall a little longer and took a while to pick out the perfect outfit that said I wanted to look nice, but I wasn't doing it for you, but would it be so bad if I was. That was a hard one to put together, so I settled on a maroon tank top and shorts.
By the time I got outside Lydia was sitting on Stiles' lap while they spoke in hushed whispers in between their annoyingly cute kisses. Theo had found his way back and helped Scott by the grill while Liam chopped veggies on the other end of the grill.
Everyone looked up to greet me. Everyone except Scott.
His back stayed turned toward me.
I grabbed a beer from the cooler and flopped back onto the wickered couch. I sat there not sure of what to do or say. This was my lakehouse dammit and I felt like an outsider in it.
Luckily, my phone rang. Rick's face popped up.
I took the out and answered. "Hey, what's up?"
The sound of a car door shutting filled the background. It also sounded close. Too close.
"Turns out I couldn't say no to a lake house vacation,"
I stilled. "You're here?"
Everyone looked at me again.
Scott's back stiffened.
He chuckled through the phone. "Kinda. Hope the invitation was still open."
"Yeah," I rose. "Totally." I hung up. "So Rick is here," I said before I jogged into the house to meet him. I ran toward him for a hug.
He picked me up for a tight embrace. "Hey, punkin."
So I think out of the history of breakups ours ended the best way possible.
We pulled away.
"You can put your things upstairs, we're short on rooms so you'll have to stay we me."
He waved it off. "That's fine."
I was suddenly glad that I had one more person on my team so to speak.
"Come join us once you're settled. We're out on the patio. Dinner will be ready in a bit."
He patted his stomach. "Great, I'm starving." He flung his bag over his shoulder and jogged up the stairs with the same energy he displayed on the field.
I returned to the patio with a little more pep in my step.
"Should I make more food?" Scott asked without looking at me.
My head shook. "No, not necessary. He'll pick off my plate."
He probably packed a slew of protein for his shakes.
Scott grunted.
I guess, he didn't like that answer.
Lydia tapped my knee with her bare foot. Her brow rose as she waited for an explanation.
I waved it off. It wasn't like she didn't know Rick was gay. Nothing was going to happen between us obviously.
Liam shot me a curious look. "I was going to ask you how Rick was, slipped my mind."
Scott turned around to finally look at me, his eyes held none of the softness he was known for. "I thought you said he wasn't coming?"
Taken off guard by the sudden eye contact, I looked away. "He just showed up."
Rick walked through the doors. "Kinda sounds like there wasn't enough room." His eyes found mine.
"No, I just didn't think you were coming."
He plopped down beside me, his arm rested on the back of the couch behind me. "Sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise."
Stiles reached out his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Stiles."
Rick shook his hand. "Yeah, I've seen pictures. Nice to meet you, man."
Lydia grinned awkwardly. "Hi."
Theo laughed.
I shot him a dirty look, then looked at Liam. "Liam, how's Thomas?"
That shut up Theo.
Liam looked up from the vegetables. "Cool, I guess." He turned his attention back to his task.
Theo smirked at my failed attempt.
Dinner was eaten in almost complete silence, the scraping of forks and knives hitting plates irritated my ears.
"So..." Liam pondered over a beer. "How about a game of cards?"
Theo cracked a grin at him. "What are you, ten?" His gaze spanned over us. "Truth or dare."
My eyes narrowed at him. He was trying to get me back for forcing him to see Liam differently.
"It sounds like you're the ten-year-old here." Liam shot back.
He turned his gray eyes onto the youngster. "Who gave you a beer?"
Laughter went around as Liam blushed.
Liam gave him the finger.
Theo's gaze lingered on him a little longer than necessary.
I snorted a laugh.
Liam shot a daggered glare at me, knowing I couldn't keep my big mouth shut. He wasn't wrong.
He gave a tight grin. "Alright, how about Never Have I Ever. I'll go first." He leaned forward on his knees.
I internally groaned but mentally prepared myself for how awful I could feel this game would turn out.
"Never have I ever kissed Scott."
Scott shot him a look.
Lydia took a sip of her water.
I'd be lying if I didn't say a bit of jealousy coursed through me. We never did that actually.
My head tilted in a smug fashion, he hadn't won with that move.
His eyes rolled.
Theo cleared his throat dramatically. "Never have I ever had a crush on someone here."
Everyone tipped back.
I gave Theo a raised brow when he didn't drink.
"Crap," He took a swig. "Forgot about that." He said referring to his early thing for me.
So far I was two for two.
Then it was Scott's turn and I felt the swarm of butterflies in my stomach.
"Never have I ever jumped to conclusions and screwed someone over."
Eyes feel heavy on me.
Admitting it was the first step, so I took a drink.
Rick did, too.
Stiles looked like he didn't want to play at all. "Never have I ever..." He got his thinking face on. "Been a girl." He said lamely.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Lydia and I drank.
Lydia was about to go when Scott said, "Never have I ever fucked Stiles,"
Lydia peeked at me as we drank. This wasn't looking good for me. And that was a low blow. There was nothing I could do about that. Stiles and I were a thing way back when before any of this was in the foreseeable future.
She winked at me. "Never have I ever had high expectations of someone and got mad when they didn't feel the same way," She gave a sassy glare at Scott.
He gave a tight grin but drank nonetheless.
I didn't want to go, but I figured if I used my powers for good then maybe it could be a jumping off point for a much-needed conversation.
I sat up a little straighter. My gaze fell directly on Scott. "Never have I ever been an insensitive friend that should've talked you like a normal person, but was too afraid to do it." I took the drink as he looked at me.
His eyes searched my face, but he didn't say anything or gave me any sign that he forgave me.
Theo shook his head. "Nah, that doesn't count. Do over."
A smug grin came to my face as I said, "Never have I ever been gay for someone here."
His amusement fell as he stiffened.
Liam chuckled and threw one back.
Theo looked at him in question.
He pointed at Stiles. "As soon as I realized I was gay I had a crush on Stiles."
Dammit. That wasn't the confession I wanted.
"Stiles?" Theo and Lydia said with scrunched up faces.
Stiles looked offended. "Hey,"
Lydia turned to him with an apologetic grin, then planted a kiss on his lips.
I sensed Theo's jealousy and I was sure Liam could, too.
I'm sure he was just a jumbled mess of confusion and heightened emotions because there was no way he would've said, "Never have I ever been pregnant." with a clear mind.
My mouth dropped open.
Lydia stilled in Stiles' lap.
Stiles gave a nervous laugh when Lydia drank. "What?"
Tears formed in her green eyes and she ran into the house with her hand over her mouth.
I stood. "Real classy, Theo." I raced after her.
I knew that stupid game was a bad idea. We never should've played it. There were too many secrets between us that formed through long separation. We weren't as close as we once were.
Lydia was in their room with her face on the pillows as she cried.
I went and laid beside her. "I'm so sorry, hon."
She turned to me for a hug. "I'm terrified. I don't even know if I want to have this baby, I'm only twenty-two."
My hand smoothed back her hair. "That's why you have to talk to Stiles, let him know where you're at."
She nodded.
I stayed with her long enough to be a good friend, then I peeled away. "I'm going to get Stiles, he needs to be up here with you right now."
"Okay," She said in between sobs.
I was aware that Stiles had the right to be shocked, especially finding out the way he did, but I was still on the warpath.
I stomped out to the patio where they talked about it. My eyes glared at Stiles. "Stiles, I swear to God if you don't go upstairs to talk to Lydia right now I will kick your ass." I threatened.
He nodded vigorously, then stumbled off to do so.
Liam smacked Theo on the back of the head.
He gave him a look.
"You did an asshole thing," Liam said, then walked off.
Theo stood, his eyes finally found mine. "Look, I shouldn't have said that."
Disappointment rang in mine. "Yeah, you shouldn't have."
He gave a sad nod, then went after Liam.
Scott didn't waste any time in wandering off away from us.
Rick blew out a breath. "So are your friends always this dramatic?"
I nodded. "You don't know the half."
He tried to lighten the mood by making me laugh by reminiscing on some of our best moments as a couple. It actually worked.
Stiles eventually came down to let us know him and Lydia was going out for some privacy.
Theo and Liam found their way back to us with Scott in tow. He surprisingly had a grin on his face that he tried to hide.
What had they talked about?
"So, Rick," Scott started. "It was nice of you to make it up here for your girl."
I stilled. My eyes rolled.
He knew.
Rick grinned but looked confused. He looked down at me and understood. "Malia?"
Theo stood. "How about we go for a ride into town for some things I forgot? Rick, you wanna tag along?"
He nodded, grateful for the opportunity. "Yeah."
"We'll be back." Liam looked between Scott and I. "Whenever."
They pulled off in one of their cars and left the two of us alone.
Beyond the point of being sensible, I got up and retreated to the sky deck.
A few moments later Scott joined me, his silence just as heavy as words.
"We broke up, okay?" I forced out.
His forehead creased. "Why didn't you just tell me that?"
My head shook. "I panicked," My eyes found his. "When I saw you I didn't expect to feel like this." I lowered my gaze with that confession.
"And what way is that?"
"I think you know."
He huffed. "Lia, if I knew do you think we would be having this conversation?"
My eyes snapped to his. "I can't stop thinking about you. Is that what you wanted to hear, Scott?"
After that night he had been on my mind heavy, but I never allowed my mind to take it to those places.
His eyes narrowed as he assessed me. He looked away with a sexy half smirk.
"Well?" I asked.
His brow arched when his eyes fell back on me. "Well, ever since that night I haven't stop thinking about you either."
My eyes softened. When I spoke my voice came out in a hushed whisper. "Really?"
He nodded with a wry grin. "Dammit, Lia. You're like a virus. Once you infected me you were in my DNA."
A smug smile came to my face. "Huh," My eyes turned light and flirty. "A little dramatic, don't you think?" And I didn't think that was factually correct, but I didn't say that because I understood his point.
He laughed as his elbows leaned forward on his knees, his gaze didn't waver.
With our confessions between us, heat went back and forth.
Honestly, I had masturbated several times with that night on my mind. And maybe I thought about it when Rick wasn't doing it for me in that department. How he managed to go through with that was commendable. Poor gay.
Looking at Scott next to me I could appreciate his crooked jaw with the cute little mole, the cut an inch underneath his left eye. Those lips that up until today knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.
Would it be so wrong to test the waters further? I mean, it was summer. And 2017. I could have fun if I wanted to. It wasn't like he would object.
"Screw it," I said as a carefree attitude filled me. I got up and pushed him back in his chair so I could straddle his lap. I liked to think I matured since high school, since my first relationship, but if I wanted sex I shouldn't have to feel bad about wanting it or going for it.
His eyes danced in amusement and attraction.
My mouth descended on his with no mercy, my tongue fighting for dominance with an Alpha.
He grabbed my hips firmly, his hands slid to my ass and squeezed in a very non-Scott like manner.
I sucked on his tongue.
His instant erection poked into me as he groaned.
I moved my hips against him, wanting to get some release for the both of us.
He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly nipped at it.
My breath caught in my throat, my eyes burned blue while a moan leaked out of me.
A smirk landed on his lips when we locked eyes.
It felt like we were trying to one-up each other. If he could make me cum I didn't care how petty it was.
I didn't think he'd be bold enough to do it, so I was the one that pulled his beautiful cock out and slid it up and down my slit to slicken it a bit.
He watched in hunger and bit back a moan.
I grinned as I sunk down onto it.
The moment our eyes met this became a real experience. We weren't just having a quickie on the sky deck. We were sharing a very real moment that I don't think either of us thought we ever would.
With him completely in me we both cried out in pleasure.
My hips moved up and down, my head flew back in an attempt to hold in the nasty sounds I wanted to make.
His hand caressed up my neck until he held my cheek, he brought up my head to get me to look at him.
I tried not to think about how intimate this was. Let's not pretend that most sex nowadays was anything other than a booty call. Unless it was with someone that meant something to you, someone that could see straight into you, and make you laugh like nobody else.
Scott grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows.
I couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
He pulled me toward him for another kiss, which made me slow down my movements.
We enjoyed a nice grind session.
He ripped my shorts off in a dominant manner, his thick thumb ran over my clit.
My walls tightened around him. "Oh fuck," I breathed against his mouth.
His free arm wrapped around my back to pull me closer, his muscled legs planted firmly on the deck. Those sexy brown eyes burned into mine before he powerfully thrust into me.
A poor excuse for a whimper left me, but I couldn't collect myself enough to tell him how much I liked it.
He slammed deep into me over and over again, his thumb hadn't left my clit at all.
I was trying to hold off because if I let go I couldn't promise that the whole lake wouldn't hear me. My arms rested on his shoulders while my hands tugged at his hair.
His moans and hot breath on my neck only brought me that much closer. He looked up at me. "If you need to cum then cum." I guess he could tell that I held back.
I gave a little nod. Under no circumstances had I imagined actual sex with Scott would be this good. Sure, I fantasized a bit after that night, but it was just that. A fantasy. This was real and happening, and amazing.
My walls squeezed his cock in the best way possible. My breath came fast and ragged.
He leaned up to brush his lips against mine. "Cum for me, Lia." It wasn't a suggestion.
On command, wave after wave of ecstasy hit me as we shared one breath.
He grunted as he continued to slam in me with slower motions. "Goddamn, you feel incredible." His hips bucked, his groan made me cum again.
My teeth took his lip in mine this time to ride out my second orgasm.
Holy cock shit fuck me in the ass. That was amazing. It had been a long time since I had sex like that, if ever. Most guys didn't know what they were doing, they thought they did. What it really boiled down to was every girl was different and more often than not we were afraid to speak up about our sexual desires so we just went along with whatever with none the wiser.
He laid back, his breath labored. A lazy grin adorned his face. "I did well."
My eyes playfully rolled. "You did okay."
"Really?" He moved inside of me. "Do I need to further convince you?"
Oh my God. He was still hard. And it still felt incredible.
I gave a tight head shake with a forced grin. "Mhmm,"
He wore a smirk. "What was that?" His eyes glowed Alpha red. He moved his hips and at this angle, he hit my g-spot.
"Nhn-" I pressed my lips together.
"Use your words." He found this highly amusing.
I was downright foul-mouthed in bed. Remembering that everyone went out and wouldn't be back for some time I let the words fall from my mouth.
"I think you need to fuck me harder,"
We shared a look with the knowledge that for some time now this was what we both wanted, maybe even before that night happened.
He didn't waste any time in pushing me down on the end of the lake chair while he was still inside me. With my legs open for him, his thick cock rammed into me in a way that made my eyes roll back into my head.
"How's that for harder?" He said as he kissed up my neck.
I made a noise I'd never made before during sex. I could feel his smile against my skin.
My arms held onto his ass because girls liked butt's too, so I didn't need to explain why I cupped that ass.
"Ah, just like that," I said into his ear.
He growled.
This was a side of Scott McCall I never thought I'd see. I think I was in shock to really process it, but I knew that I liked it. I liked it a lot. Especially if he was going to give me three orgasms in one day.
He pressed a hot kiss to my mouth, raised on his hands to look down at me as I writhed under him. "Did you think about my cock when you were with Rick?"
I nodded shamelessly. "God yessss!"
Dark satisfaction sat in his eyes while he looked me dead in mine. "Tell me what you want, Lia."
"For you to keep fucking me like that. Uhhh, your cock is soooo good." I whined.
"I know," He said as he ripped my tank top over my head. His mouth went straight for my nipple.
An orgasm crashed down on me when he bit into the bud. "Scott!" I moaned loudly. "Ohh yes!"
"God, you're so wet." He grunted.
I gave an exhausted laugh in the afterglow of all the pleasure he gave me. My legs wrapped around his ass while he continued to work in and out of me. Who knew Scott McCall, Beacon Hill's resident puppy was a sex God.
We finished up then showered to ward off suspicion before the others got back.
I slipped on my comfy beige sweater and blue jeans with a pair of strappy sandals. My hair went back in a clipped bun while a few curled tendrils framed my face. I put on a light layer of foundation and mascara and that was it. Well, besides my dusty pink lipstick. I headed for the stairs.
We met in the middle.
"After you," He offered with a teasing grin that I once thought to be innocent. There was nothing innocent about him. Not after he dicked me down like that.
I went to the kitchen. "I'm craving chocolate. Post sex must."
He followed with a weird expression.
"What?"
"You've called me plenty of times craving chocolate."
I laughed. "Before your head explodes half of those were probably during my period."
That seemed to make him feel better.
My head shook at him. "How about s'mores?"
He perked up. "Totally down for that,"
I grabbed the graham crackers, chocolate, and tossed the bag of marshmallows at him.
He followed behind with the bag in between his teeth.
I snorted a laugh. "Don't get any ideas,"
"No promises," He sat as we bypassed the two wooden chairs and sat directly in front of the fireplace.
I placed a few logs inside, started it up, then grabbed two old wire coat hangers for us to stick the marshmallows on. This was honestly the best way of roasting them inside the house. It wasn't that dirty like a branch and it was long enough that we didn't have to be up close to the fire.
Scott had turned on the lamps around the house with the sun falling lower in the sky.
This was my favorite house that Peter turned over to me. Scott and I had had a handful of great conversations here in front of this fireplace surrounded in limestone tiling.
We set our ingredients on the fireplace stoop.
I was too excited for these. "Hmmm," I moaned with the first s'more in my mouth. "Almost as good as sex."
His brow arched daringly.
Old habits died hard, I laughed with my mouth open.
"You're so gross." He tried to hide his smile.
He wasn't complaining earlier, but I didn't say that. Mostly because I didn't know what we were or where we stood at the moment, and I didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about it.
His coat hanger knocked into mine in the fireplace on purpose.
"Hey,"
He gave me a cute side eye.
I knocked my hanger into his.
"Don't touch my mellow,"
"Oh, you touched mine first."
He snorted. "Can't argue there," He blew out his minor fire and made dirty eyes at it.
A hearty laugh came from me. "Did you just make sex eyes at your marshmallow?" I teased.
"Yeah," He admitted without shame. "You got a problem with that?"
My hands raised in surrender. "If that's what you're into."
He winked.
My mind went to all of our memories and my heart warmed. "Hey, do you remember your birthday that Theo got us drunk and I convinced you to get a tattoo on your ass?"
His eyes narrowed at my antics. "How could I forget?" His amusement rose. "I had to explain why there was a butterfly on my right cheek for the past two years."
I thoroughly enjoyed that fact. "Can I see it?"
His head shook. "I'm not showing my butt, Lia. You have to earn that."
We both knew I was going to see that tattoo one way or another before the trip ended.
Part of me wondered why I had never thought of Scott in that way before the last six months and I wondered if we hadn't been together that night would we be like this right now?
I felt his gaze on me. I turned to look at him. "What?"
He gave me his famous dimpled grin that I didn't realize how much I liked on him until today. "You have chocolate all over your face." He shook his head. "Some things never change."
My hand went to wipe it away.
"Here," He leaned forward to rub his thumb over the spot next to my mouth, the same thumb that rubbed delicious circles into my clit earlier.
My mouth grew sensitive from his touch.
"There," He ran his thumb over my cheek. "Perfect." He sat back like he hadn't just made my heart do a set of burpees.
I could easily blame the color in my cheeks on the flames, but we both knew it wasn't that.
We stared at each other and smiled.
"Lia," He said with a heavy tone. "About earlier-"
We were interrupted by the others as they filed into the house.
His eyes closed in frustration.
I guess we weren't having that conversation.
"Is that s'mores I smell?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah," Scott called. "We're in here."
Everyone came into view, surprised to find us in the cozy setting.
"The house is still standing," Liam commented. "Nice."
Whether he was implying we'd tear it down in an epic showdown or sexcapades I wasn't sure, so I didn't comment on it.
They came to sit with us and joined in the smores making process.
Scott's eyes met mine. "Later," He mouthed.
I nodded.
Laughter soon filled the atmosphere along with teasing chatter. It was like the childish game earlier didn't happen. We were all back to normal. Kind of. Ish. There was definitely something notably different in the air, but it wasn't something we all couldn't put aside for the night to enjoy ourselves. It felt like old times except there was no big bad to take down.
This time it was our hearts on the line and not our lives.
I turned from Lydia to say something to Scott to find him already watching me.
He smiled.
My heart dipped and I smiled back.
A/N: Worth continuing? I wouldn't make this extremely long. Like I'll Keep Your Number Saved it'll be between five to ten chapters probably. Please let me know if yall like this or not. At this point I can't refrain from writing Scalia smut so this chapter just happened. Probably was too soon, but not every fic can have the same let's wait for the perfect moment dynamic. And like yall saw the 6B trailer (I hope) Malia's about to get dicked down and I'm all about it. I think yall can imagine the amount of fangirling Etherealmindss (Smoke And Mirrors: Scalia, Thiam) and I did when it dropped.