When Stiles and Lydia came out of the bathroom breathy and flustered five minutes later they noticed two things. One everyone was there, Derek, Peter, Cora, Isaac, Allison, Kira and Scott and second everyone was staring at them. Lydia awkwardly pushed back a lock of her hair. "Well why are you here?, She asked.

No one answered for a couple of minutes then Peter said, "Shower sex, hot."

"That was enough of Stiles, "Okay yes we had sex get over it, why are you here?"

That seemed to snap the group back to focus, "Well it's not really that important, but, the sheriff mentioned you went on a trip and we wanted to come to", said quietly.

"I mean we don't know you guys would be so.. busy", said Isaac smirking.

"Cora made me come, I actually have no interest in being here, at all" said Derek.

"Okay", said Lydia looking around at the big group well first things first, we're going to need a bigger room.

Two hours and a lot of arguing with the manger later, they were stuck with the tiny motel room they already had. Allison and Scott slept together on one bed. Peter and Derek had the other one. Cora was on a rollaway and Isaac was on the floor. Stiles and Lydia looked around for a place where they could sleep. Cora gestured to the couch in the corner of the room. "Don't do any funny business", said Isaac.

"Or if you do, just be really quiet", said Allison laughing a little.

"Yeah, yeah", said Stiles mocking them.

Lydia lay down and then Stiles got next to her hugging her to his chest. Lydia seemed to fit into him like the piece of a puzzle that you never knew was missing but then when you find it, it makes everything better.

A couple of hours later, Stiles said "Are you awake?"

"Yeah", said Lydia.

"Can't sleep"

"Nope"

"Well if we're both up we should talk", said Stiles quietly.

"About what?"

"About, you know.."

"Us having sex?"

"Yeah that"

"What do you want to say about it"

"I mean I don't know"

"Look I'm really tired, we'll talk about it tomorrow morning okay?", said Lydia.

"Whatever the queen demands", Stiles whispered huskily into her ear.

"Stiles stop..", said Lydia.

"Stop what?", Stiles kissing her neck, sending tingles down her spine.

At that same moment there was a huge crash, Derek had kicked Peter off the bed. Stiles quietly chuckled into Lydia's neck.

"Good night Lyds"

"Good night Stilinski"