Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Scott jumps into the Jeep and Stiles drive Malia home first. Malia kisses Scott on the cheek and hugs him good-bye, she can't thank him enough for tonight. She gives Lydia and Stiles a hug to before she walks up to her house.
They pull up to Scott's house and he kisses Lydia on the cheek and says:
"God night my queen!"
Lydia smiles:
"God night my king…"
Stiles jump out so that Scott can get out. They hug and Stiles whispers:
"God night, I'll see you tomorrow."
Scott nods and waves to Lydia before walking up and inside the house. Stiles start the engine again and start to drive to Lydia's house, now she reaches for his hand and she intertwine her fingers with his. They don't say anything for the whole drive just holds hands. They pull up at the driveway and Stiles walks around the Jeep to help Lydia down. This time he pulls her in closer than before and their noses touch for a brief second. Lydia doesn't move her hands from his arms and they stand there for a few seconds just holding each other never wanting to let go. They jump apart when they hear a dog barking on the yard next to them, and they start to laugh. Lydia starts to walk up to the front porch and Stiles right behind her. They stop right outside the door and Lydia turns to Stiles and her hands making their way around his waist. Stiles reciprocate the gesture and his hands go up to cup her cheeks. Lydia whispers softly:
"I wish you could stay…"
Stiles smiles and whispers back, his forehead against hers:
"Me too…"
Silence fills the air between them and Lydia feels the air getting heavy again, she gasp a little for some air and Stiles starts to ramble as he dose when he gets nervous:
"So I don't want to jinx anything and I don't want to ruin our friendship. We are going to the same city to study after all and it would be weird if we didn't know how to act around each other…"
Lydia rolls her eyes and cuts him of:
"Just shut up and kiss me already!"
Lydia almost falls back when he pushes his lips to hers, he's softly stroking her cheek with his thumb and Lydia pulls him in even closer than before. Her foot rising from the floor, like all of those cheesy rom-com movies she watches. This was her own rom-com movie moment, something she'd waited for since the last kiss they'd shared in the locker room, that kiss was just to get him out of his panic attack but it ended with Lydia wanting more and now she finally got it. The kiss goes on for a while, no one wanting to let go. Stiles finally pulls away to get some air, his been holding his breath the whole time. He opens his eyes before Lydia and he smiles at the sight in front of him. Lydia opens her eyes and looks right into Stiles whisky colored eyes and she swallows the lump she can feel in her throat. Stiles asks:
"Was that as good for you as it was for me?"
Lydia's checks starting to feel warm and the corner of her lips starting to pull up. She can't speak so she just nods her head twice and looks down at their bodies so closed to each other. Stiles kiss her on the forehead and pull her in for a hug. Lydia closes her eyes and snuggles her nose into his chest. After a few minutes she looks up at him and whispers:
"Can't you stay?"
Stiles places one of her locks behind her ear and smiles:
"Of course I want to, are you sure your mom won't mind?"
Lydia intertwines her fingers into his:
"No she wont. She knows how I feel about you. Or she could figure it out after Eichen."
Stiles open the front door for Lydia and walks in behind her. Nathalie's a sleep, she still needs to go to work in the morning. Stiles pulls out his phone to text his dad he's not coming home tonight but everything's fine. Lydia turns to him:
"Do you want something to eat?"
Stiles shake his head:
"No I'm not that hungry… Just a little tired."
Lydia looks down at her feet, kicking the shoes of. She drags Stiles up the stairs and into her room. She closes the door and Stiles lays down on the bed:
"Lydia, I don't want to ruin anything by taking things to fast. Is it okay if we just talk?"
Lydia lays down next to him with her dress still on and a hand on his chest:
"Yes, I didn't pull you up here to, you know… I just wanted us to figure this out."
Stiles smiles at her and kisses her cheek. She flushes. He turns to his side and strokes her cheek with his thumb. Lydia sits up and pulls out the bobby pins from her hair, she pulls the orchid of her wrist and places it next to the lacrosse ball Stiles gave her. Stiles sits up on the bed and pulls his jacket of and kicks his shoes to the door:
"So, are we sure this is what we want?"
He gestures between them and smiles. Lydia takes his hand:
"I've wanted this for a while now so I'm pretty sure I want it. Do you?"
Stiles pull her into his arms:
"Of course I want! I've wanted this since the third grade. Even though I tried to move on when I thought you would never want to be with me, I couldn't get rid of my feelings for you I just pushed them to the side but they kept coming back every time you got hurt."
Lydia's hands on his chest:
"So… We're doing this? Us? We're doing us?"
Stiles nods his head and chuckle a little:
"Yes, I guess we're doing us."
Lydia pushes her lips onto his and this time it's not gentle. Stiles fall back on the bed pulling Lydia with him. It's a heated make out session, it doesn't evolve to something more this night because they both want to take it slow, but slow doesn't mean they cant fool around a little. After thirty minutes of make out they pull away from each other feeling a little tired, it's late and they've danced the whole night making them exhausted. Stiles unbutton his shirt but leave the pants on. Lydia walks into her bathroom and pulls her oversize t-shirt on and snuggles up next to Stiles that's almost a sleep. He pulls her in spooning her and Lydia smiles because this is the most safe and happy she's ever been. Stiles here with her. He's hers. Just before he zones out he whispers to Lydia:
"This is what I've always wanted, you next to me…"
He falls asleep with a smile on his face, his head snuggled into her hair. Lydia storks her fingers over his arm and falls asleep.