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Lydias pov.
"Issac!" I yell as i stumble after him, soon regaining my balance and turning it into a sprint to catch up. I think he forgot I don't have supernatural speed. We saw the werecoyote, but this is Issac, so instead of approaching it in a calm sensible manner, he chased after the thing.
He cries out in pain and stops, his hand goes to his ankle and foot. I rush forward to meet him, his foot is trapped in a steel contraption, theres blood, so much blood on his hand and leg.
"Oh, Issac" i say crouching down to get a better look at the wound, it's definitely gone through the bone, no doubt, but luckily he will heal if he gets out of there.
"Look," he gasps, i follow his gaze to find Mr Tate stood there with his rifle, aiming it at his daughter, "Shoot him"
I nod rapidly and lift the gun, its okay. I'm not killing him, it'll just sedate him, the first time I shoot it I miss, landing it in the tree right by him.
"Lydia!" Issac says sternly, i look at him in pain, this could be Stiles, "Lydia clear your head, don't think of that argument you and Stiles had, don't think of me in pain, just think of helping this girl, we're saving a life, you're saving a life" he tells me, biting his lip.
I nod again and look back up, breathe, my finger hovers over the trigger, 1, 2, 3. I shoot him. The syringe lands in his shoulder, his rifle clatters to the ground and he looks confused at the sight of the sedative. Then he falls to the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I let out a breath I hadn't realised i had been holding then smile a little. I look back to Issac, "Shoot her". But when i look back up shes gone, shit.
"Issac," i whisper, "Shes gone"
Panic immediately feels me. My one job to do and I couldn't get it right. I can't run after her because 1) i'm not fast enough and 2) I don't have a scent. We need Stiles. But how am i supposed to get him when i don't know where he is, or if i don't have my phone. I would have to leave Issac. But he's injured and cannot defend himself. But i can't let Malia go.
"Issac," i say bending down to him, my hands flailing around his wound but not touching it, "Issac you have to trust me with what i'm about to suggest"
"What?"
"I have to leave you, i need to find Stiles, he can find Malia, trust me" I tell him, my hands cupping his neck so that he'll look at me.
"I trust Scott" He replies.
"Then trust Scott, Scott would do this" I tell him, then after a few seconds of staring at each other, he eventually nods, so i kiss him on the forehead quickly and run to find Stiles. It takes me twenty minutes to find him but i eventually stumble across him.
"Stiles!" I call as i see the back of his head along with Kiras, his head whips around at my voice.
"Lyds? Are you alright?" He asks, i'm out of breath and flustered, I probably look hurt or something.
"It's Issac, his foot got caught in one of those traps, he's by himself, we lost Malia, i shot Tate, and its all a mess!" I let out in frustration. They walk over to me, and Kira puts a hand on my arm.
"So Issacs by himself?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, i thought i would find you so then we could find Malia, and then I can sedate her" i say hopefully.
"I lost her scent" Stiles sighs.
"Give me the gun," Kira orders her hand out, "I have super speed you know? I may not have her scent but i can catch up with her, give me the gun and i'll try to sedate Malia," she says, i hand her the gun and she grips it firmly in her hand.
"What about Issac?" I ask.
"I'll get to him, if I can't find Malia then i'll go straight to Issac" She says. She turns away and starts running.
"Kira!" I call out, she turns around, "Thank you!"
She nods her head, a smile on her face and continues running along the soil. Then its just me and Stiles. The truth is i'm mad at Stiles, he lied to me, he knew how badly i wanted to go travelling, but i also know that we should be talking about this, like adults.
"Stiles," I say, running to catch up with him, he looks at me, his brow furrowed in thought, "I'm sorry, I completely over reacted yesterday, travelling can wait, i want you to go and train, i want you to go and get a job you love"
"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it away from you, I don't want to do the training, i want to see the world with you" He tells me, he stops in his tracks to look at me and holds my hands.
"Apology accepted, i guess it was both our faults?" I say.
"No, its really wasn't yours-" he starts, but his phone starts ringing, his caller ID reads, 'Dad'.
"It took the doll?" He excalaims, i look at him comfused, "Its the doll?" He says to himself, confusion crossing his face and lacing his words, he lowers his phone a bit from his ear, "Its the doll?" He repeats, this time i hear his dad shout his name down the reciever. He puts the phone down and puts it in his pocket.
"Why would it run all the way to the sheriff station just for a doll?" He questions, pacing back and forth ahead of me, "One that was in the car wreck in the first place"
"It likes the doll who cares?" I say, running a hand through my hair.
"Yeah, it likes the doll a lot" He says crouching down, he bites his knuckle in thought.
"What kind of doll is it?" I ask, a thought popping into my head.
"I don't know. It's a doll, you know? It's got little arms, a big baby head, and dead soulless eyes," he says trailing off as he imagines it, "Actually i took a pic, from the station," he fumbles for his phone in his jean pockets and brings the picture up, i walk over to him to see it, "Here"
"Thats Malia?" I ask, pointing to a brunette on the right of the picture, he nods, i look up at him, his eyes locking mine, "Stiles, shes not the one holding the doll"
"Thats Malias younger sister. Its her doll," he says, he looks atound for a moment then sleaks as his brain figures something out, "I know what shes doing"
"What?" I ask, frantic to know.
"I know where shes going," He says, keying in a number on his phone and then pressing it by his ear.
"Scott, its me. You gotta call me back as soon as you can, It wasn't Malias doll. It was her sisters doll. Malia left it at the car for her sister, its like bringing flowers to a grave. Okay? And we stole the flowers. So thats all shes trying to do, thats why she stole the baby from the sheriff station, shes trying to bring the baby back to the grave, to the car wreck, thats where shes headed. The car wreck" Stiles exclaims through the phone, he's power walking and its hard to catch up.
That when something feels odd underneath my foot. It feels springy yet hard. I look down to find my foot resting in a lethal trap. It hasn't closed yet, but if i move my foot i'm done, i'd probably die of agony. Tears immediately feel my eyes.
"Stiles?" I call out to him, the worry is apparent in my voice, he doesn't turn around just stops, "Stiles!"
He turns around and his face falls when he sees what i'm stood in, "Lydia don't move!" He says tunning over to meet my feet, his eyes run over the equipment, he's gone pale, and his hands are shaking.
"Look for a warning label!" I tell him, he's breathing hard, is he having a panic attack? Is he really that worried.
"I warning label?" He repeats.
"Instructions on how to disarm it" I explain.
"Lydia, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?" He says, he looks so worried and scared for me, i wish i could tell him that i am going to be okay, but even I wouldn't believe that.
"Because animals can't read!" I tell him. His hands shakes and he runs them through his dark hair.
His finger skims the metal as he looks for the label, when he spots it he moves away mounds of moss and he puts his face closer to it, his face falls in confusion and he goes even more pale.
"Lydia we got a problem," he says, looking up at me, what could be more of a problem right now than this.
"Huh?"
"I can't read either" He says, my heart sinks, he can't read since when? His shaking is almost uncontrollable.
"Stiles is this a panic attack?"
"I-I don't know, i-i can't let you get hurt Lydia," He says.
"Stiles, breathe," i say as soothingly as i can, "Its okay, it doesn't matter if you can't read right now okay?" I tell him, he looks up at me, biting his knuckle.
"Okay, Stiles you don't need instructions," I tell him, he looks at me, his brows close together, his face has more colour now, hopefully i calmed him down, "When was the last time you used instructions, am i right?" I say, a tear falling from my eye in panic, "You don't need them because you are to smart to waste your time with them," I say with so much seriousness it almost scares me how much faith i have in Stiles, "You can figure it out Stiles. You're the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure. It. Out."
He breathes in, looks at me, then his eyes study the trap, my leg shakes in anticipation, whatever he decides to do can either lead to a destroyed leg or a perfectly fine one. His hand finds a small turning knob, and he studies some wires that are connected to it.
"Okay, here we go are you ready?" He asks, i curl my hands into fists and brace myself, my breathing suddenly becomes very heavy. "Here we go" he mutters then, as quickly as my leg will move, i lift it up from the trap and let out a squeal, then leap into Stiles at my side.
My arm goes around his neck, the other grabbing on for life onto his jacket. His arms are around me, rubbing up and down my back, my cheek is pressed against pull back to look at each other and I let out a breath I didn't realised i held. Then i hug him again.
"Thank you," i whisper, if he hears me he doesn't reply either that or he doesn't hear.
He releases me, and we we stand face to face.
"We should head back to the jeep, hopefully Kira sedated Malia, our job is technically done" Stiles says.
"Yeah, come on" I say, when we're half way back to the car we hear a howl. A long, big alpha growl.
"Thats what i'm talking about" Stiles says as we whip our heads around at the source, his eyes shine blue and mine turn black.
"I'm guessing shes human then," I say, Stiles nods so we carry on walking.
I lie on Stile's bed, on my front, as he talks to his dad on the phone. We had called the sherrif once Malia came back to human. She is a beautiful girl, long thick brown hair, gorgeous eyes and thick eyebrows. I felt a bit intimidated by her, she had been a coyote for all these years and she comes back to being a woman and shes practically a goddess. But when we returned her to her home, i felt happy, actually happy at something that was to do with the supernatural. It's been two days since.
"Well looks like we've got a new member to the pack" Stiles says as he slides his phone into his pocket, i'm not surprised at the comment, it will be nice to have someone new, again.
"Listen I don't think we really got to finish our conversation in the woods, but, i am sorry, it was part my fault and I shouldn't have acted the way i did" I say, playing with a loose thread on his bedding.
"No, it wasn't-"
"Stiles, please, just accept my apology" I beg him, he smiles and crouches before me.
"I forgive you, but just so you know I'm sorry too" He tells me, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.
"Apology accepted," I say nodding, he looks at me then presses a kiss to my lips. Warmth spreads over my chest and i hold onto his neck as he deepens the kiss. I slowly start sitting up as he climbs onto the bed, his hand dancing up my thigh. I pull back and smile at him.
"You know that leaves us with a question" I say, still holding onto his shirt.
"Hmm?"
"What are we gonna do with our future" I say.
"oh actually i was thinking of that," He says as he sinks into his bed, his hand holds mine and he brushes his thumb over it, "I want to go travelling, more than anything, i want to see the world with you and if that means putting my training on hold then fine"
My first instinct is to kiss him, and tell him thank you but something rings in my mind. Sacrifice. He wants this job, more than anything.
"No," I say shaking my head, he looks at me, his brows touching, "Travelling can wait, i think we should stay here, you do your training, i can find a job and we can find a place, I honestly want that future for us, more than anything" I tell him, he smiles and squeezes my hand.
"You're a terrible liar," He smirks, i push his hand away, a laugh rising through my throat.
"No, i want that," i tell him, then i kiss him softly, "I really want that" I say against his lips.
"Are you sure?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm sure" I tell him, then he puts his lips to mine and starts taking my top off slowly, then he kisses my collar bone, my neck, my belly and my breasts.
He takes the time slow which is agonising, but in a good way, i like not rushing things. I take his top off, and kiss his chest, even though we're sat on his bed i wrap my legs around his waist anyway, pulling him closer to me. We lie down and he kisses my neck, the kisses are sloppy and wet but they're familiar and cosy.
I feel him harden underneath me, so i presses my hips against him which causes a soft moan to come out of him. Then with his hand he drags his finger over my bare stomach and even though i'm sweaty and sticky now i shiver. He works his fingers against me and i moan a little to loudly.
"Do you think they heard?" I giggle through a whisper.
"Probably," he murmurs against my lips, "But I don't really care"
"Maybe you should get a lock?" I say pulling away and looking at the door.
"We'll be moving out anyway," he reasons, he kisses my neck and my ear. Then sucking slowly on my earlobe.
"Stiles," I sigh softly, he smiles into our kiss then his hand goes down again on my warm spot. He presses his middle finger inside, against the thin fabric of my panties.
"Oh.." I moan, i try to keep quiet but its bliss, "Get a condom,"
He fumbles around his drawers for one and then takes his boxers off and puts it on. I lie down and wait for him, an actual ache spreading through my core in anticipation.
He links his fingers in mine as he presses inside, i let a moan slip out and he sighs too as he closes his eyes and starts moving. He kisses my neck, occasionally missing as he picks up the pace. I kiss him, as best as i can then bite onto his bottom lip.
I start tightening as he moves faster and deeper inside of me. Our breaths our heavy and it's risky, someone could walk in on us right now, and see us naked and having sex.
"Lyds," He groans, my heart is pumping at 100 miles per second at the pleasure, and at the way he says my name. Then after a few more pushes we both orgasm. Its bliss. I see fireworks behind my eyelids and the best part of this, is the fact this is make up sex. The best kind.
Me and Stiles lie in bed that night, in our cosy pyjamas and music playing low in the background. My mind drifts back to what he said, we'll be moving out soon. When are we gonna start looking for a place? Thats when an idea strikes me.
A Christmas present. If i could go out and apartment hunt i could give him the keys as a Christmas present. I could afford the deposit easy.
"What are you thinking about?" Stiles asks as he stares up at the ceiling, i turn towards him and kiss his cheek.
"Your Christmas present," I say, he looks at me, "I thought of a great one, its really gonna top every single one i've ever got you"
"The present i'm getting you this year is topping all of previous years, so, its gonna have to be pretty good" He says smiling. I don't feel intimidated by this, or as if my present can be beaten, i feel challenged. My present is clearly better, i mean what could be better.
"Sure.." I say nodding sarcastically.
"No honestly," he says wrapping an arm around me, "Its brilliant, you definitely won't suspect it, and i know you'll love it"
"Is it underwear?" I say suddenly excited for more sexy lingre, especially some that he's picked out.
"Maybe.." He says, but i know him better than to just give it away, he's saying it to throw me off.
"I wasn't born yesterday," I tell him laughing, "Although underwear would be nice.."
"Fine, i'll buy you some underwear too," He says laughing, "Even though you have way too much"
"I do not!" I say laughing but attempting to defend myself, "I have a normal amount of underwear"
"Sure, how many pairs of bras do you have again?"
"Shut up," I say knocking his arm, "and don't act like you don't like it, did you like my bralette i was wearing?"
"Bralette," he says slowly, "Yeah those were nice, but it doesn't matter what lingre you wear"
"bullshit," i say, turning onto my front so i can get a good look at him, "Just admit, you love it when i wear cute, skimpy lingre sets"
I look up at him, a small smile is playing on his lips, making the corners pull up. I place a lingering kiss on his cheek, "go on.."
"Fine," he says rolling his eyes, "I think you look really great when you wear cute, skimpy lingre sets" he sighs, i laugh at him, and place a tender kiss on his lips.
"So whats the plan with Malia?" I ask, as i settle back down beside him.
"We teach her control," He says, "Its not gonna be easy, and theres a full moon approaching fast, so, i guess we start teaching her in a few days"
"Fun," i say sarcastically, "Do you think shes a nice person?"
"Hopefully, but i mean, shes probably really confused right now, she hasn't had any education, she has no social skills, and probably finds it weird sleeping in a bed instead of a piss smelling coyote den"
I laugh at his remark, "Yeah, its been a while since someone new has joined"
"yeah," He says, letting out a long breath.
"When do we start teaching her?" I ask him, pulling up the quilt to our chins.
"couple of days," he says, then he turns so that his arms are wrapped around me, and place a kiss in my hair and whispers, "Goodnight"
"goodnight"
