A/N:Thanks for the response to this story, I like hearing your input! :)
This chapter has a smutty scene, so beware!
Unbeta'd as always.
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He's roused from slumber the next morning by a familiar, sweet voice. "Stiles, come on honey, it's time to wake up." It says.
Stiles shakes awake, opening his eyes with force. If he weren't so sore from laying in the same position for 3 weeks, he probably would have flailed his limbs from being startled.
He looks over to find the owner of the voice, and sees his best friend's mom. Melissa's dressed in her hospital scrubs, her dark brown ringlets are pulled back into a pony tail, and a small smile displayed on her lips. It takes him a second to adjust and remember that he's in the hospital. He flexes his fingers out, and his left hand feels feather light and empty - he can remember the feeling of Lydia's fingers entwined with his from the night before.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." He murmurs, and props himself up. Melissa smiles at him and checks her chart. She fiddles with the IV and reads the monitors, scribbling on the chart all the while.
When she's seemingly finished, she lingers next to the cot. Her hand comes to rest on his shoulder, her touch soft and motherly. "How are you feeling?" She asks, concerned.
"I'm okay. I mean my legs and arms are so stiff I feel like I can barely move them and I feel disgusting, but compared to being comatose I think I can handle this." He rambles. Melissa cracks a knowing smile, and chuckles under her breath. "Well Mister, I think you may be allowed to shower if you can manage to get up and walk to it." She says, eyebrows raised in amusement.
Stiles laughs lightly and nods. "That, would be awesome." He says, swinging his legs out from the sheet and dangling them over the side of the bed.
He winces from the pain in his limbs; he didn't realize how much it would hurt to stretch them out. He stumbles, his legs failing from disuse. As if she already knew, Melissa rushes over to catch him just before he falls to the linoleum floor. She helps him stand up, give him a knowing look, and unhooks the IV. She slowly helps him walk from the bed to the bathroom adjoining his room.
"Thanks." He manages, trying to put on a brave face. She just smiles at him and closes the door behind her as she exits.
Sighing and running his hands through his hair, Stiles sheds the hospital gown he's wearing and lets it drop to the floor. He looks up at the mirror on the wall and gasps at his own reflection.
It's the first time he realizes the accident must have been pretty bad - he's covered in bruises from where he must have felt the impact. They're a discolored yellow with a bit of purple mixed in, and he cringes a bit at how large they are. His face is pale and looks sunken in, his eyes are surrounded by dark circles. He even has a bandage on his left rib cage. He gingerly rubs his hand over it, and slowly peels it off his skin. Underneath, the wound has been stitched up. Stiles counts 19 stitches still protruding from his body.
Deciding he can look more at the damage later, Stiles walks over to the shower and starts the water. He steps into the bathtub and immediately relaxes. The heat washes over his skin and it's much welcomed - his hospital room is cool and the scratchy sheets aren't exactly comfortable.
Stiles just stands under the shower head, letting the water and steam help drive the aches from his body. As he does, he's filled with the odd, eerie feeling that he keeps getting.
Out of nowhere, he feels a finger softly trace an S pattern on his back. The touch makes him shiver, and he turns around to see the culprit.
It's Lydia.
Correction, it's a naked Lydia; her red hair cascading down her body, face void of make up and a seductive look on her face. She smirks at him before pulling him closer, so that they're skin to skin. He feels heat boiling in his blood, desire rumbling in his belly. She crashes her lips to his, her hands running along his back and mixing with the scalding water.
He groans as he tangles his hands in her hair, the wetness from the shower changing the texture of her tresses. She runs her tongue along his lips and her taste explodes in his mouth. Without thinking, he presses her against the wall of the shower, controlling the kiss. As he presses her up against the wall, he sends shampoo and shower gel bottles clattering. Lydia doesn't seem to mind though, her hands are everywhere and he's consumed by all of her.
He breaks the kiss to move her neck, kissing and sucking in places he knows drive her crazy. Lydia moves her hands up into his hair, threading and weaving her fingers through it.
"Stiles." She moans, breathy and soft. Somehow, she wraps her legs around his waist and he can feel his dick pressing into her, it's enough to make him shudder.
"God, Lydia." He manages. Lydia moves his face back up to hers, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips again. She lifts her hips to grind into him, and he understands what she wants.
He slowly slides into her and they both groan in approval. Lydia's kisses become more desperate as he thrusts into her, her nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulders.
He breaks their kiss to get a better angle, his forehead mashed up against hers as he fucks her. He watches her intently, knowing that when she's about to come, her face and voice will give her away.
"Stiles." She pants, and her face goes blank - completely relaxes and he feels her spasming around him. That's all it takes for him to follow her, holding her hips as they fall apart together.
Stiles gasps as the water from the shower head turns cold, and he has to jump away from the stream to get away. He shakes his head forcefully, trying to get the image of Lydia coming undone out of his mind, as it's seemingly etched on his eyelids.
At that thought, he glances down at his feet and notices his come on the bathtub. "Great." He mumbles out loud. Now these thoughts are affecting my dick too?
Scott visits him later, trying to fill him in on what's happening with the pack.
"So, Isaac left?" Stiles asks incredulously.
A sad smile dons the alpha's lips. "Yeah, he said he needed to get away." He says simply. Stiles knows he's more upset than he's letting on, but doesn't prod his best friend any further about it.
"So what about you and Allison? I mean, now that Isaac's out of the picture." Stiles questions, choosing to change the subject. Usually he doesn't have to ask, Scott is usually an open book. Especially when it comes to this particular ex girlfriend.
"What about her?" Scott says softly, shifting his eyes to his hands. "She's still not okay with the line drawn in our worlds, and I kinda might have something going with Kira.." Scott trails off.
Stiles just raises his eyebrows at his best friend. "Yeah, okay buddy." He says.
"What about you? What's going on with you and Lydia?" Scott prods, softly jabbing Stiles in the shoulder.
Stiles does a double take. "What do you mean? There's nothing going on with me and Lydia. Like, yeah maybe she stayed by my side while I was out but she hasn't been back and she's still with Aiden and- "
Scott stops Stiles' rambling with a shake of his head. "No man, she and Aiden have been on the outs since the accident."
"Oh." Stiles says simply, not sure what else to say.
Scott rolls his eyes. "What, Stiles?"
"Nothing, I just- I just had another dream about her."
"Another dream or memory?" Scott asks, eye brows raised.
"Okay fine it was another memory type thing." Stiles admits.
"So what was it this time?"
Stiles turns scarlet as the memory comes back to him, "It was surreal, she kinda showered with me.."
His explanation is cut off as the hospital room door opens, and the redhead and her best friend enter the threshold. Stiles' mouth hangs open slightly, as if he's forgotten his thought, and Scott quickly elbows him in the ribs to bring him to his senses before the girls see.
"Hey Stiles, how are you feeling?" Allison says as she takes the seat closest to the bed. Lydia follows suit and takes the seat next to her, scooting the chair closer to the cot.
"Good, yeah, good. I feel good." He rambles, trying to cover up the fact that he and Scott were just discussing her and Lydia.
"And your dreams?" Allison says, getting right to the point.
Stiles shifts his gaze from Allison to Lydia, and she flushes, unable to hold his gaze. "You told her?" He asks incredulously.
"No, I did." Scott pipes up.
Stiles whips his head back to his best friend and lets out a noise of frustration. "Really dude?" Stiles glares at Scott for a few seconds before deciding it's not worth the fight - obviously there is more going on between him and Allison and he'll get him back for it.
After a few moments of silence, Lydia speaks up. "Well, does anyone have any theories?"
"Well, they aren't just dreams, and they seem to be affecting my actions outside of them too." Stiles offers.
"Like what?" Allison questions, her face scrunched.
"Uh..Like - like when I woke you up yesterday, Lydia." Stiles manages, deciding to keep the details of his wet dream shower sequence to himself.
Lydia nods curtly, but doesn't offer explanation to Scott or Allison, and Stiles is grateful to skip over the awkwardness. "Then it's obviously something that's affecting you outside of what may or may not have occurred in your brain during the coma. It's gotta be something else." Lydia says thoughtfully, and Allison nods her head, agreeing with her.
"So, anyone heard of anything like this before?" Scott asks, a not-so-hopeful tone in his voice.
The four of them stare at each other for a few moments, and no one speaks. There's a sense of gloom in the room, like something bad is going to happen, and Stiles shudders. "I guess not." He says, running his hands through his hair in frustration.
Lydia softly grasps Stiles' knee through the hospital sheets, rubbing her thumb over it soothingly. "We'll find out, I bet Deaton knows something." She says.
Stiles looks up at her and gives her a weak smile. "Well at least I'll be able to help soon, I can't wait to get out of here."
"When are you getting discharged?" Allison questions.
"Tomorrow morning." Scott and Lydia say simultaneously.
Allison laughs as her best friend flushes, as if she's embarrassed that she knew that. Scott joins her and Stiles just smiles.
"Alright guys, time to go." A different nurse pops her head into the room, gesturing towards the door. Melissa must be off for the night, otherwise Stiles probably wouldn't have had to be alone for the night. "Visiting hours are over, and you'll see him tomorrow."
Allison and Scott reluctantly stand up, and make their way to the door. Lydia lingers behind, but she stands from her chair and makes her way up the bed so she's face to face with Stiles.
"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine." He says, knowing she can see through the face he's putting on. These dreams, thoughts, memories, or whatever they are have him spooked.
"You've had more dreams haven't you?" She questions, her voice barely a whisper.
Stiles just nods, and Lydia grabs his hand and squeezes lightly. "I'll do some research tonight and we can convene tomorrow. I'll show you what I find okay?"
"Okay." Stiles whispers and she offers him a smile, rubbing her thumb across his palm before leaving the room.