The sound of an alarm gradually pulled Lydia from her dreams, and she reached for her bedside table with closed eyes. Fumbling around, she wasn't able to find it. "Damn it...Where is the phone..." Lifting her head up, she kept searching blindly for her phone, which she always used as her alarm clock. Odd, it wasn't her usual alarm tone. "When did I change that..." She mumbled to herself.
"What?" The groggy voice came from beside her. Lydia's eyes shot open, and she whipped her head to find herself face to face with Stiles. A shriek of surprise escaped from her, and she jumped up only to find herself buck-ass naked, except for her revealing bra. Shrieking once again, she grabbed the blanket off of Stiles, desperately covering herself.
"What the hell?! Lydia?!" Stiles yelled, rubbing his eyes. It was then that Lydia glanced down to find that Stiles was just as naked as she was. Gasping, she turned around, shutting her eyes tightly. "Stiles, shit! Cover up!" She yelled, wrapping the blanket around herself.
"Why am I...Lydia, why am I naked? Holy shit." She heard him fumbling with clothes behind her, and then he turned off the alarm. "I'm turning around." She said, trusting that he was decent. She was met with the sight of Stiles in his boxers, hair disheveled and eyes wide.
Their eyes met, and Lydia self consciously held the blanket a little tighter. "We didn't..." Stiles said slowly, gulping nervously. Lydia shook her head, "No, no way. We couldn't have. We didn't." She tried to sound confident, but she felt the exact opposite. They silently stared at each other for what felt like hours.
Finally Stiles ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Shit, did we?" He said. He got a panicked look on his face, "I mean, not that I wouldn't want to. I mean, I'm not saying that you aren't attractive. I wouldn't be opposed to it, it's not that I'm...It's just that I don't have any condoms downstairs, they're all upstairs, and I doubt that I...That we would have, it's just-"
"Stiles, we didn't." She said, the night before suddenly coming back to her. Stiles stopped his rambling, and she could tell her was trying to remember too. Everything was coming back to Lydia at once, and she felt herself blush. Stiles began to blush too, and rocked nervously on the soles of his bare feet.
"Damn...Ok, yeah, we didn't. That's...A relief." He bit his lip, letting out a laugh. Lydia laughed along with him, but couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. "Yeah...Yeah, such a relief." She picked at little beads of fuzz on the blanket, wishing she could think of something to say. "But hey, Lyds, I mean it's all coming back to me and I...Wait, shit. I have to go to work!"
He jumped into action, and Lydia watched him find his jeans and pull them on. She felt panic start to fill her. "Okay... But Stiles we have to talk about this? I mean this is a big deal, we need to, I mean, how am I supposed to just sit at home and wait to talk about this?!" Stiles was searching the room, looking for something.
"I'm so sorry Lydia, I know, trust me I want to talk about this too. But I seriously have to get to work. I don't even have time to shower, and I can't be late because I'm opening the store today and...Holy god where the heck did I put my damn shirt?" He said, searching under pillows.
Lydia blushed as she remembered tearing his shirt from his chest and throwing it over her shoulder, and found herself glancing at his bare chest, the flexing of his muscles. "Stiles." He looked at her, and she pointed across the room, where the shirt lay on the floor. He practically ran to the shirt and Lydia watched with regret as he put it on, covering up the nice view.
He grabbed his phone, sliding it into his back pocket. "Ok, I have to go. I am so, so sorry Lydia, I promise we will talk after I get home from work. Okay? I promise. We will. Feel free to use my shower, drain my hot water tank, eat all my food, watch all the TV you want, anything, okay?" He didn't even give Lydia a chance to reply before he stepped up close to her, and she instantly had flashbacks to the night before as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I will be back at seven o'clock tonight. Okay? Okay." He paused, before leaning in and cautiously pressing a kiss to her lips. It had more of an effect on her than she expected, and her knees went a bit wobbly. Just as quickly as it happened, it was over, and Stiles was jogging to his front door, leaving Lydia in shock. "We'll talk, don't worry!" He shouted, and she heard the front door open and close.
The silence was deafening, and Lydia couldn't bring herself to move. What had just happened? Was it real? Was she still asleep? Just with a simple kiss, he managed to bring back all the tension from last night. The more she remembered everything that had happened, the more it sank in. She and Stiles had gone far last night.
She blushed again as she remembered the pleasure, and how much she had enjoyed it. Each and every moment of it. Damn, he was good with his hands. And his mouth. Reaching up, she felt her neck. Gripping the blanket, she rushed into the kitchen and down the hallway, opening all the doors. When she found the bathroom, she flipped on the lights and looked in the mirror.
Her eyes widened, finding multiple hickies on her neck, near her collarbone, and even one on her shoulder. She hadn't had a chance to look at Stiles, and she had a sinking feeling that she had left a few on him as well. She groaned, dropping her head into her hand. This was not supposed to happen, this was the exact opposite of what she had intended.
How could she have been so stupid? She should have gone home, she shouldn't have allowed herself to be in this situation. She should have gone home with the blanket, and none of this would have happened. Walking back to the living room, she looked at the couch. Stiles' sweatshirt she had been wearing was draped along the side of the couch, and the sweatpants were in a pile on the floor.
Looking at her phone, she groaned when she saw that it was four thirty AM. Falling into the couch, she pulled the blanket up to her chin and let herself fall back asleep.
The sound of her cell phone ringtone woke Lydia up, and she grudgingly got up to search for it. She followed the sound, not even bothering to keep a hold of the blanket. She trudged up the stairs naked without giving a damn, finding her cell phone in the bathroom where she had changed clothes last night. Looking at the screen, she wanted to scream when she saw that it was her mom.
"Fuck!" She yelled to the empty house, pressing the accept button. "Hi mom!" She said, instantly trying to sound lively and awake. "Lydia darling, I've called you three times! It's almost two o'clock." Lydia sighed, knowing she should have set an alarm before going back to sleep. "I know mom, I just had a really, really busy night. And I definitely needed the sleep."
"I'm sure you did. Well, I was just calling to see how things are going! And also to let you know that I was able to get Friday off, so I'll be at the house by Saturday morning. We can spend the day unpacking the rest of your things, and I could stay until Sunday evening. Doesn't that sound nice?" Lydia couldn't help but smile. Her mom wasn't always around, but she tried hard.
"Sure, mom, that sounds great. Although it's only Monday, I don't know how I'll survive until then with such an empty house. I'll just really look forward to the weekend!" She tried to sound cheerful, but couldn't help but cringe. She had until Saturday morning, giving her 5 full days to wait.
"I'm sure you'll be fine sweetheart. Just keep up your hygiene, go apply for some jobs, and I'll be there before you know it." Lydia looked in the bathroom mirror, taking in her reflection. Her hair was just as disheveled as Stiles' had been, her makeup smeared, her teeth hadn't been brushed, the multiple hickies...Not exactly hygienic.
"Okay mom, sounds good. I'll talk to you soon!" She prepared to end the call. "Oh, and Lydia! I was going to ask if you'd met Stiles yet." Lydia stopped in her tracks, slowly putting the phone back to her ear. "...What? How do you...You know Stiles? But he told me he didn't know anyone was moving in. And why didn't you tell me about him before I moved in?! Mom, when you described the house, you never mentioned him or how close he lived! You never mentioned anything about him!"
"Lydia, goodness, calm down. I didn't think it was a big deal. I was taken to see the house, and Stiles came over and introduced himself. He was very handsome, and very polite, so I didn't think it would be any issue. In fact, I expected a thank-you! He had the cutest little moles. And besides, I told him I was interested in buying the house. I didn't tell him about you, and certainly didn't give him the impression that I was positive about buying. We had a friendly conversation, and then he had to leave."
Lydia sighed, rubbing her eyes, making the makeup smears worse. "Okay, mom, what would make you think this was a good idea? Nothing about this is good! Nothing, no good ideas, at all. None." She said, exasperated. "Lydia, I just thought you could use a friendly, attractive neighbor! Especially after Jackson and that whole ordeal-"
Lydia groaned, interrupting. "Mom, while I appreciate you being worried about me, and trying to set me up, this was the opposite of what I needed. I wanted a fresh start, but not like this! I don't want another relationship so soon, it's the last thing I need!"
"Lydia, why? I saw how badly you were hurting, just from talking with you over the phone. Jackson was awful, sweetheart. You could use a nice man to be friends with, and what could be better than a nice man that's your neighbor?" Lydia sat down on the floor, trying not to freak out.
"Mom, yes, I was heartbroken. And maybe I still am, I'm not sure! That's why this was a bad idea. Stiles is really attractive mom." Lydia clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. "Like, he's really, really attractive. Really. Attractive."
"Oh my god, Lydia Martin. You are attracted to him. You admit it. Are you dating? Did something happen between you two?" Lydia's eyes shot open. "No! No, of course not! I just said he was attractive, but we aren't dating! And nothing happened! And nothing will, mom! Because I just told you that I'm still recovering from Jackson, and that's the end of the story! Now I need to go...I have to...I have to shave my legs, so don't call me for the rest of the day!"
"Alright sweetie, whatever you say. But he's a cutie. Have a nice time shaving. Love you." Her mom ended the call, and Lydia sat in silence once again. That darn woman. Lydia loved her so much, but she was always meddling. Of course she would purposefully buy the house next door to a sexy, charming guy.
And now look what had happened. Just when Lydia wanted a break from relationships, this happened. Panicking, Lydia took her phone and headed downstairs. Throwing on the sweatshirt and sweatpants, she left through the back door and headed towards her own house. Jumping in the car, she drove along the main road that lead to town.
Searching along both sides of the street, she looked for coffee shops. She stopped at three, each time asking if Stiles worked there, and each time being told no. She knew she looked like crap, but she didn't care. She had to find Stiles, and she had to talk to him. She couldn't wait until he got off of work.
After getting herself sufficiently lost, she was about to give up when she saw a different coffee shop. This one was on a quiet corner, a very rustic and beautiful building with smoke rising from a chimney. Parking, she glanced in the mirror and cleaned her self up a bit. Walking in, she was hit with a blast of warm air. A fireplace was going, with multiple tables and chairs set up near it.
It was cozy, with people scattered about, conversation and coffee galore. "Lydia? What are you...Hi?" She turned to find Stiles at the counter, with a bewildered expression on his face. His hair was only slightly cleaned up, still wild. His cheeks were a bit flushed from the warmth of the shop, and the shirt under his apron was wrinkled. He definitely looked wrecked. But he still had a glow to him, and Lydia couldn't help but smile. He was way too cute. This was going to be harder than she thought.
"Stiles...Hi, I need to talk with you." He glanced down, taking in her appearance. "Lydia, I know we said we needed to, but I'm at work. I can't talk right now." Just then she glanced down and barely held in a gasp. Stiles looked almost scared. "What is it, Lydia?!" She stared at his neck, at the large hickie that was visible right above the collar of his shirt, just as she'd been afraid of.
"You are taking a break, right now." She stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the back of the store. She almost ran right into a young guy, in his teens. He was chewing gum loudly, and stared at her. He looked from Lydia to Stiles, and back again. Lydia gripped Stiles arm, preparing to move around him.
"So this is her, huh?" The teens words stopped Lydia, and Stiles looked panicked. "What, wait, what do you mean? Her who?" Stiles stuttered, refusing to meat Lydia's accusing glare. The teenager motioned to Stiles' neck. "The girl who gave you that." Stiles glanced down and gasped, "Shit! Shit, I didn't know that was there, shit!" He pressed his fingers to the bruise, almost like he could just rub it away.
Lydia sighed, shaking her head. Pulling Stiles along to a door at the back wall, she opened it and closed it behind them. They were outside in the cold, but she didn't care. Lifting Stiles face up and making him look at her, she kept her gaze serious. "We need to talk about last night, and we need to talk about it right now." Stiles nodded, quickly agreeing with her.
"I agree, I definitely agree. Last night was crazy and I can't believe that it happened. Like, I actually pinched myself a few times at work." He smiled and laughed, but Lydia didn't crack a smile. "Stiles, it can't happen again." His smile disappeared, and she hated seeing him frown.
"Oh...Wow, okay, that's the last thing I expected you to say. Wow, uh...Okay." He took a step away from her, obviously caught off guard. "I'm sorry to be so blunt Stiles, but I just needed to let you know. I know it's probably not what you expected, but I really mean it."
He rubbed his face, a nervous habit she had noticed of his. "Okay, but...Why? I mean, I was there last night and from what I remember...You definitely weren't exactly...Hesitant. And I don't know about you but it was amazing, I mean we just connected and there were fireworks. I know people say that and it's so cliche, but I'm serious Lydia. I heard fireworks, in my head."
He was rambling, and Lydia smiled, a funny warmth spreading inside her. "Stiles, I know, I felt it too. Honestly, I did." He met her gaze, returning her smile. "Okay, so then, listen. I've been thinking about you all morning. And all I've been able to think about is how beautiful you are. And how cute you are when you get mad, and how much I enjoy our banter. All I've been able to think about, was getting off work, going home, and doing this."
Suddenly, he brought his hands up and caressed her cheeks, his lips closing against hers. She almost protested, but his thumbs brushed along her cheeks, and his warm mouth felt so good against hers. Bringing her hands up, she gripped the top of his apron, pulling him closer. Pulling her lips away, she smirked. "This is cute." She motioned to his apron.
He pushed her back until she was against the building, resting a hand on her hip. "Shut up." He teased, lifting her chin and kissing her once again. She drifted to the night before, remembering how good he was with his tongue. Unable to deny herself, she deepened the kiss, feeling the sparks fly.
He let out a light moan as his tongue met hers, and he tilted his head for better access. He brought his hand from her hip to her neck, causing goosebumps to rise. Her neck felt hyper sensitive today, and her body temperature skyrocketed. Stiles broke the kiss, talking against her open lips. "I love knowing that I put those hickies there, that just a kiss can get you all fired up. I want to kiss you until I can't anymore, I want to keep kissing you just like this."
Lydia grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him in, shutting him up. Putting a hand on his back, she pressed him closer, loving the way his body felt against hers. Her breasts ached, feeling extra heavy today, reminding her of how he made them feel last night. He pressed his chest against hers, as if he knew exactly what was going on. She barely stifled a moan, sucking lightly on his lower lip.
He pressed kisses against the corner of her mouth, as one of his hands slipped inside the sweatshirt. His hand was hot against her skin, rubbing circles on her stomach. He kept kissing along her jaw, making his way to her ear, as his hand inched higher. Lydia's breath grew more shallow, unable to control her bodies reactions to him. He was like a magnet, something she couldn't escape.
His hand brushed against the underside of her breast, softly along the lace. She tried not to groan, feeling instant wetness down below. His thumb brushed against her nipple, and she bit her lip. Her heart rate tripled, a dull thud pounding through her body. His hot mouth was pressed against the skin just shy of her ear, and he kissed her there as his hand finally cupped her breast fully. She let out a moan, unable to believe how reactive she was to him. He gently massaged her, as if he knew that she was a bit tender from the night before.
The slow movement of his hand somehow got her even hotter, making her impatient but also making her savor every second. Stiles kissed back along her cheek, bringing his mouth back to hers as he circled a fingertip around her nipple. He gently mimicked the movement of his finger with his tongue, circling her tongue with his own. His finger rubbed against her nipple finally, firmly pressing against it. Lydia could feel it hardening, a feeling of pure pleasure and pressure filling her chest. She was practically gasping for breath against Stiles' mouth, and all she wanted was to strip him and have her way with him. Right here, and right now. But she couldn't.
"Stiles, Stiles this is not what I pictured happening. This is not why I came to see you." She managed to mumble the words, not even sure that she was saying them out loud. She knew she had to stop this, to remember why they couldn't do this again. Suddenly she pulled her mouth away, pushing him away with a hand on his chest.
Fighting to get herself under control, she remembered what she had to tell him. "Stiles, I can't do this. We can't do this. And it has absolutely nothing to do with you, really it doesn't. I know that is so overused but it's true, I swear to you it is. I just got out of a relationship about three weeks ago, a long term relationship with a guy named Jackson.
It took me four years to realize that he was abusive, to gather my pride and break up with him. He didn't take it well, and was...nasty to me. We haven't talked since, and Stiles, I don't have feelings for him. But I'm still recovering from the abuse he put me through. I'm still trying to find myself again, to remember who I was before I dated him.
That's why I wanted to move away from home after college, to get a fresh start. And having a new relationship so soon, was not what I expected or wanted to happen. I left it up to my mom, for her to decide where I would live. Mostly because she's paying for basically all of it, but also because I trusted her to pick a good place for me to start over.
I did not expect her to pick a house next to a handsome, charming man like yourself. A young man that she figured I could be friends with, or maybe set me up with, I don't know. The point is, that I need to time to myself. I can't let this thing with you continue, I'm sorry but I can't. It's the last thing that I need right now, and I'm so sorry that I let it happen." She took a deep breath, watching him take everything in. The air around them had changed, going from heated tension, to stone cold awkwardness.
Finally he spoke up. "Okay...Okay. I mean, how can I argue with that? I understand, and I can of course give you your space. I think I just...Need some space myself. So that I can take all of that in, because to be honest I don't think it's really processing with me right now. So I think you should go, because I need to get back to work." His words were slow and he was clearly shocked, and Lydia looked down at her feet. Just a moment ago, they had been passionately kissing. Just a moment ago, she had been short of breath because of how turned on she was. Now, she was short of breath because she wanted to cry.
"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry, Stiles, I really am." She opened the door, reminding herself to breathe, surprised at the emotions welling up inside of her. She had to get out, before she turned around and changed her mind. Stepping back inside the building, Stiles didn't follow her. She hurriedly walked towards the front door of the store, and the young teenager from before called out behind her, "About time, I was wondering how long you two would be going at it!"
Her eyes filled with tears, embarrassed and thinking back to the look on Stiles' face. She had obviously taken him by surprise, and she had to respect and take full responsibility for that. Rushing to her car, she spent an hour being lost before she finally found her way back home. Rushing inside, she did the only thing she could manage. She grabbed a book, and sat in the bath for hours, dreading her next encounter with Stiles.