A/N: This is the final chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed it :)

I don't own Teen Wolf or its characters.

When Scott drives them back to Stile's house Lydia doesn't even ask Stiles if she can come inside, she just follows him into the house.

All the lights are off and she shivers as she follows him up the stairs.

"Is your dad home?" she asks, when Stiles leads them straight to his room.

"Night shift," Stiles mumbles.

"Stiles," she whispers.

"Don't, Lydia."

She sits next to him on the bed, finds his hand and squeezes. "Stiles."

He lets out a breathy little groan and then he's kissing her, all lips and teeth and repressed panic. It's sloppy, all emotion and no skill but it's perfect and she kisses back, anchoring her hands on his waist.

"Is this what you need?" Lydia murmurs.

Stiles mumbles something into her mouth that she takes as a yes.

"Well then," she says, and pulls off her top.

Stiles brings her closer until she's practically in his lap, kissing her with a fervor, until she starts to heat up, until she starts needing more. He seems to be right there with her because he yanks his shirt over his head and pulls her into his lap.

Lydia can feel him hard through his jeans and she grinds down on him, the rough denim rubbing through the thin fabric of her panties in a way that makes her moan. She unbuckles his jeans quickly and Stiles lifts his hips, letting her drag them down along with his boxers.

She wraps one hand around him, long and hard inside her fist, and Stiles groans, "Lydia."

She yanks her thong to the side and finds his hand, moves it to cup her between her legs. She works him with her hand, rocking her hips against his fingers. His thumb finds her clit and she moans, her hand tightening around him.

"Condom," Stiles grits out. "Nightstand."

She climbs off him to pull a foil packet out of the box in his nightstand drawer, shimmying out of her skirt and panties before returning to his lap.

Lydia straddles him, rolling on the condom with a flourish.

"Wait," Stiles groans, gathering her wrists in his hand.

"What?" she whispers, reaching down to line them up.

"I love you," he says hoarsely.

She rises up and sinks down onto him. "Love you too."

She rocks her hips slowly, relishing the heat that spreads through her body.

"Oh," she moans, loving the feel of him, full and hard inside her.

"Shit," Stiles groans. "You feel like...Jesus Christ, Lydia."

"I feel like Jesus?" she pants. "Really."

"Course not." His hands find her hips and he grips tightly. "You're...you're wet, and hot, and...oh fuck Lyds."

He reaches down to stroke her clit and she gasps, clenching around him. His hips snap up, hitting her with long hard strokes and she starts to moan, hands on his shoulders as she rides him.

"Stiles," she starts to gasp. "Stiles."

"I know," he says, so weirdly reassuring, like he knows she's about to come and when she does it might break her wide open.

"Hold me," she cries, and his hands slide up her back to wrap tightly around her.

Lydia tightens her grip on his shoulders, trying to contain the storm inside her, but it's too strong, she's being swept away. It builds and builds until she's shaking, her nails digging into his skin.

"Stiles," she begs, "oh god, please, please, Stiles."

He pounds into her, swearing, and she flies apart with a scream, her head falling on his chest, and beneath her Stiles grunts and shudders.

For a while they stay like that, her head on his chest and his arms warm around her, until eventually he pulls out and leads her to the bathroom to clean up.

They fall asleep naked in his bed, limbs tangled together.

xxx

She wakes in the middle of the night to Stiles sitting up in bed, gasping for air.

"Stiles," she whispers, "what's wrong?"

He shakes his head frantically. "I woke up and I saw you, and I thought I was dreaming."

"Nope," she whispers, pulling herself up. "Not a dream."

"Are you sure?" he asks shakily, gesturing to her. " 'Cus this definitely seems like something I'd dream up."

"Stiles," she says firmly. "This is real. I'm real."

Stiles swallows hard. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He shudders, rubbing his eyes. "What if it's not? What if it's back, and he's just messing with me? What if...what if..."

"Shh, Stiles, stop." She takes his hands and holds them close to her chest. "I'm gonna prove it, okay?"

"How?" he asks weakly.

She brings the tip of his right thump to her lips and stamps a kiss on it. "One," she whispers.

Lydia moves to his index finger, kisses it and whispers, "Two."

She kisses every finger and when she gets to ten he collapses back on the bed, a hand over his face.

"Stiles, look at me," she says softly, pulling his hand away from his face. "This is real. We're real."

"I love you, Lydia," he whispers brokenly.

"Shh." She runs her fingers through his hair. "I love you too."

xxx

They're walking to the front doors of the school together the next morning when Lydia feels it, something huge and sick swelling under her ribs.

No. Not again.

"Stiles," she whispers, and when he doesn't hear her she tugs on his arm.

"Stiles!"

"Geez, yes, what's up?"

She feels frozen, like if she moves it might pour right out of her. "I think I'm going to scream."

"What?"

"I have to scream," she says hysterically.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Stiles grabs her by the wrist and hustles her back to the jeep, practically throwing her into the passenger seat and hurrying around to get into the car.

Stiles puts the keys in the ignition so he can turn the radio on, dialing the volume up to ear shattering.

"Okay," he says. "Go for it."

"Oh, god," Lydia moans, pitching foreword to brace her hands on his shoulders.

"It's okay," he says softly. "Let it out."

That seems to do the trick, because suddenly her mouth is opening as the scream rips from her throat and she collapses onto Stile's chest.

He holds her, stroking her hair back from her face as she pants, trying to catch her breath. They always wear her out like this. The two of them stay there for a long time, until she's no longer shaking and she's sure it's over.

"You okay?" he whispers.

She clutches him, nodding. "Yeah."

"You sure?"

She nuzzles his throat, kissing his skin. "I have you. I'm okay."

xxx

She runs into Malia in the woods.

She's in the woods. And for whatever reason, Malia is too.

Why is she here? How is she here? She's supposed to be at school...

"Hey, Lydia!" Malia says cheerfully.

There's a spray of blood covering half of her face.

Lydia stares.

"I was wondering when you would show up," Malia says. "That was some scream."

Malia sniffs at the air. "I gotta go."

Lydia blinks in confusion.

Malia gives her a feral grin. "If you see Scott, tell him I said you're welcome."

Lydia blinks again and Malia blurs away. She stumbles back right into Derek Hale.

"Lydia, thank god," he sighs, catching her by the shoulders. "We've been looking for you everywhere."

She starts walking without really thinking about it, one foot moving automatically in front of the other.

"Lydia, where are you going?" Derek yells, catching up to her.

"I have to walk," she murmurs.

Derek wrinkles her nose. "Was Malia here?"

"I think she killed the omega," Lydia says faintly.

"What?"

"For Scott."

"Lydia, where are you going?"

"Here." She stops abruptly and points above her head.

They both look up and there is the omega, hanging from a tree, a steady pour of blood dripping down the leaves.

"Holy shit," Derek whispers. "I have to call Scott."

Lydia passes out.

xxx

She wakes up in the back of Stiles' jeep.

"Stiles!" she gasps, and finds herself launching right into his arms.

"Easy there," he says, pulling her across the seat into his lap.

"How did I get here?" she asks faintly, clutching the fabric of his flannel shirt.

"Derek carried you."

"No, I mean, how did I get here?"

"Oh, that. Well, you disappeared after second period. I was out looking for you with Scott when Derek called."

"Stiles," Lydia says, "I saw Malia."

"Yeah." Stiles nods. "She killed the omega."

"Whoa," she whispers.

"I know. Scott's currently giving her the mother of all lectures while Derek buries the body."

Lydia looks up at him. "So what do we do now?"

Stiles grins, his eyes sparkling with life. "It's over. Now we go home."

The End.