Hi guys! Sorry for the radio silence, hope you'll enjoy this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. :-)

Chapter 10 :

The storm had eventually broken out half an hour ago and made the sky unnaturally dark. Gusts of wind made the trees creaked and moaned as the shutters were clattering on their hinges and the rain pounded heavily on his roof. Sporadically, lightning bolts lit his kitchen's floor, quickly followed by a roaring thunder.

It matched his mood…

Stiles had been sitting there for an hour or so, reconsidering the last interactions he had with the girl that mesmerized his thoughts and…from time to time, out of duty….rethinking about the doctors and their plan.

Of course he had called Scott to apologize for his runaway and told him to go get some Nemeton wood that they would have to carve into a box before the end of the day. As for the how… they had no clue…

But most of all, he had been thinking of her.

Thankfully his best friend hadn't asked any further questions, sensing he wasn't ready to talk about it…

As for now, he was filled with a palette of conflicting feelings, love and anger, abandon and lust, sadness and hope, melancholy and exhilaration, doubts and certainties, dread and eagerness… A tangle of mixed emotions that troubled his mind...

He woke up from his daydreaming with a start at the muffled knocks on his door and frowned, hesitating a minute. He rose to go check if he had just hallucinated or if there really was someone at his doorstep.

As he opened the door he found a drenched bundle of strawberry blonde hair standing in front of him, shaking.

"Lydia what the hell? Come in, you're soaking wet!" He urged, motioning for her to come inside.

"Stiles, I…" She began not even looking at him as she entered the kitchen in a rush.

"Lyds, you must be freezing, you need to warm up. You'll find some clean towels upstairs and can borrow some of my clothes". He said directional without giving the girl a chance to go on with her sentence or, truth be told, any chance to protest.

"I'll make you some hot coffee and catch up with you up there." He told her on a softer tone.

She nodded and complied, quickly heading upstairs. She was actually glad he suggested it 'cause she really was freezing. She easily found her way to his room as she had become so familiar to this house and its inhabitants and automatically grabbed one of his flannel shirts before heading to the bathroom to dry up. It felt nice to get rid of her damp clothes and to slip into his shirt. Although fresh out of the washing machine, it smelled like him and she inhaled deeply, wrapping herself in his scent, longing…

She eventually went back to his room her heart beating wildly with apprehension and butterflies in her stomach.

When he opened the door a few minutes later, his hands full with two hot cups of coffee, his heart missed a beat as he found a still half drenched Lydia clad in one of his too wide shirt that hardly hid her mile long bare legs. He gulped. She was turning her back to him, her hair still damp and her gaze caught on his board.

"You've crossed the names of all the chimeras that died except for Donovan's" She stated pensive as she heard him enter, not shifting her eyes from the board.

His look darkened and he stayed silent for a bit. She gave him the time to answer, still turning her back to him, processing the other pieces of information displayed in front of her.

"I guess, in some way, leaving his name uncrossed makes it less real…" he said resignedly closing the distance between them and quickly standing next to her mimicking her attention to the board.

"You shouldn't feel guilty about it" She said neutral not shifting. "You did what you had to do to survive and you didn't intend on killing him in the first place. It was self-defense." She stated without getting any answer from the boy standing next to her obviously lost in his thoughts.

"In every case the guy was a freaking psycho even before turning into a chimera!" she went her voice lighter, giving him a sly look and pinching his arm with a grin. He looked down at her. She was tiny but fiery he thought. He loved that about her.

"Anyway, I'm glad you did it. Otherwise I would have had to do it myself! I swear if the guy had so much as touched you..." She added on a more serious note turning around to face him with an intense look and her fist clenched.

He looked at her deeply.

"I wish Scott would see it that way…" He told her his voice tinged with sadness and regrets, looking down into the void at his feet. "I sometimes wish I could be more like him. He's all virtuous and strength, self-control and reason. I'm all flaws and outbursts, hyperactive…"

"…and spontaneous, smart, creative, brave, loyal, witty, generous, strong…" She interrupted him looking right into his eyes and taking the coffee cups he was still holding out of his hands to put them down on his desk.

"And those are just some of the many many reasons" She emphasized "I love you". She said holding her breath, cupping his cheek with her right hand and titling her head waiting apprehensively for a response.

He felt silent eyeing her intently.

"What changed?" He asked his eyes both fearful and hopeful. "I mean you didn't fell for me out of the blue?" he added, clearly still uncertain of the reality of her feelings for him. "One day you're with Jordan, the next you're captive in Eichen House and suddenly you have feelings for me?" He frowned taking a step back.

Lydia was quick to answer, not flinching.

"I saw you die" She said her voice shaking and tears forming in her eyes. "At least I thought you were dead, I've been drowned to your unconscious body in a banshee trance and it hurt so much Stiles…It hurt so much, I felt empty…" She cried sounding almost desperate "That's when I knew I couldn't deny my feelings anymore…" She paused "I guess I've known what I felt for you for a while. Actually, I've known it for sure after the very first time we've kissed…but with all the drama surrounding us it never felt like the right time to tell you and then the next thing I know, you're with Malia and you seemed happy…so eventually, it felt right keeping it for myself, going on as nothing had changed, it felt better this way" She jabbered pausing to get back her breath "But at that very moment…when I saw you there bleeding on the floor, It felt like having my heart ripped from my chest…I wanted to scream, I wanted to scream so bad, but nothing came out.. That's when they came…" she paused, sadness in her eyes, clearly reliving the scene "I could have fought them Stiles, I mean, out of survival instinct, I could have resist" She told him looking straight into his eyes "But I didn't, I let them take me willingly, cause deep down I was wishing they would kill me too…" she said her eyes full of tears "…to stop the pain". She sounded desperate and fell utterly silent, dreading his reaction, her eyes almost pleading.

Tension filled the air. Once again, the girl had managed to leave him voiceless. He tilted his head and let his eyes roam her face as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was freaking beautiful he thought, even when she cried. He then brushed the hair still stuck in her eyes from the rain and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, drying her tears, before leaning to kiss her softly. She welcomed him passionately, craving for his touch and his mouth moved on hers, lingering in an exquisite exploration. They were more conscious of one another than they had ever been of anything or anyone else in their life. It was intense and terrifying but surprisingly liberating, exhilarating. Their tongues collided in need and they couldn't stop touching and tasting each other, feeling eventually utterly complete..

"What took you so long?" He whispered in her ear with a grin in between kisses, abandoning himself to her, any traces of doubt gone.

"I'm bad omen" She managed to formulate in the turmoil of their embrace. "wherever I go there's death. You deserve so much better…" Lydia moaned.

"Bullshit" He gasped deepening their kiss until their bodies collided with his bed and they crumbled down on it never breaking away from each other.

They lingered there in silence for a while lying on the side, looking into each other's eyes both with a stunned smile plastered on their faces breathless.

"What about Parrish?" he inquired apprehensively.

"I broke up with him as soon as you left this morning. I would have done it sooner if my mother hadn't kicked him away the minute you left yesterday". She said with a reassuring glance.

"Good" he told her relieved, his head resting on his left hand, delicately stroking her bare knee with the other while she was toying with the first button of his shirt.

"I'm deeply in love with you Stiles Stilinkly" she said looking straight into his eyes with a newly gained confidence leaving no room for doubt.

"I think I'll never get used to this" he teased her with a smile amazed by how beautiful she looked.

"And to this?" she asked with a smug smile before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"I could easily get used to that" he sighed with a grin.

"And this?" Lydia whispered biting his earlobe.

"Really easily get used to it…" he answered before capturing her mouth with burning desire.

They melt into each other again with frenzied kisses, losing track of time and space, tasting and touching one another breathless like their lives depended on it. His fingers danced under her shirt dangerously close from the curves of her breast.

That's when his phone decided to ring harshly bringing them back to reality.

He could see Scott's name lightning on the screen and let it fade away.

"You should call him back" She said reluctantly. He nodded resignedly his lips pursed.

"God damn, I swear Scott is a massive cockblocker" He cursed under his breath leaning his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.

"Don't worry" She whispered in his ear with a grin and a cocky voice. "I won't forget where we stopped…".

So what did you think? I thought these two deserved a happy ending! Lots of fluff! My story almost comes to an end, I hope you still enjoy it and, if you do, please leave a review it really motivates me!