This is the "stuck-in-an-airport-because-the-flights-were-SO-VERY-delayed-and-it's-like-two-am" AU
Stiles snorted as he woke up. He wiped his hand across this mouth, feeling a tiny bit of drool on his chin. He sat up and looked around him. The airport terminal was empty, except for a cute redhead sitting next to him. He smiled at her and she smiled back.
"Sorry for falling asleep on you." He mumbled, patting his pockets looking for his phone.
"It's okay. You didn't snore." She grinned at him and looked back at her phone. Stiles fished his phone out of his jeans pocket and looked at the time.
"Shit!" He yelled jumping to his feet. "I've missed my flight." He started grabbing the bags he had pilled around himself.
"No! No! It's okay!" The girl said standing. He stopped and looked at her. "We're on the same flight, it's been delayed again until 5. Most people left to find a hotel." Her hand fell onto his arm and he felt a little calmer.
"Oh." He continued to stare into her green eyes for a moment too long before he dropped his bags and sat back down. She sat down next to him and looked at her phone again. Stiles looked around the empty terminal. The glass usually showing the runway was reflective due to the dark outside and all Stiles could see was himself and the cute redhead. He cleared his throat.
"I'm Stiles, by the way." He grinned at her and she smiled back, putting her phone away.
"I'm Lydia." He noticed the way her eye creased slightly when she smiled.
"So why are you flying to San Francisco on a red eye flight?"
"I'm visiting my friend, Alison." She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. "And I'm hoping to get a job at her boutique. What about you?" She turned to face him more her high heel clad foot brushing against his jean-covered leg.
"I'm going back home actually. I'm from this little town just north of the city, called Beacon Hills."
"That's where my friend Alison lives." Lydia crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her hands up and down her bare arms. "Why are you heading home?"
"Well, I just finished this semester at college and I'm heading home to spend the holidays with my dad. He gets lonely. Are you cold?" Stiles' eyes wondered down the small goose bumps punctuating her porcelain skin.
"A little. I left my sweater in my other bag." Lydia responded, her hands still rubbing her arms.
"Here." Stiles dug into his bag and pulled out his college sweater, handing it to her. "It's perfectly clean I swear."
Lydia giggled slightly be fore taking it hesitantly.
"Are you sure you wont be cold?" She asked, slipping the oversized sweater over her perfect curls.
"Nah I'll be fine!" Stiles sat back, mentally praising how smooth he was, until his stomach grumbled.
"Unless you die of starvation!" Lydia responded a definite giggle escaping her mouth. "I have something in here." She dug around in her tan coloured tote and pulled out a jumbo packed of Reese's peanut butter cups. She took on out and handed it to him.
"They're an unusual combination that just seems to work perfectly together." Stiles grinned as he took one, his hand brushing hers.
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