Lydia came back to the room, finding Stiles typing something on his phone, with an irritated look.
"Everything's okay?" She raised an eyebrow.
He looked at her and nodded in agreement, his lips escaping a sweet smile. Stiles swayed a little on his heels, still smirking at her. He just looked at her for a moment and she giggled over his gaze.
"Okay, let's go to bed, Casanova."
His eyes lit up at that, though he was very well aware her saying that was not what it sounded like. Still, he couldn't help but think, how natural and carefree it went from her mouth and how he would like to hear that every day.
It stirred something in him, but he just smiled again, shaking his head mildly.
"Okay, let's go to bed, Bambi."
He plopped onto his bed, wearing only his boxers and she was wearing a beautiful smile on her face. He lay on his side, sloppily throwing on drapes, and she mirrored him. They were looking at each other now, seeing shadows on each other's faces, as the only light in the room were Stiles' bed lamp and the sparkle in their eyes.
"Not sleepy?" He asked her quietly.
"Not even a little." She whispered, in a voice he hasn't heard from her before. It was a little trembling and wary. She breathed out a puff of air, soft wave of her mint breath landing straight on his face, sending shivers down his bare spine.
"Uhm… Malia texted me." He stated in a hoarse voice.
Lydia's emerald eyes widened, and she bit her lip. Stiles watched her body language, trying to understand it and his guesses confirmed, when he saw her eyebrows pull in in annoyance.
"Cool, I guess? What did she say?" She questioned in a casual voice.
Stiles suppressed a smile. A lion in his chest made a happy dance, realizing that she was actually bothered by this. He coughed before answering.
"Not much. Wanted to see me."
"Why didn't you go and see her?" She asked blatantly.
He stopped himself from saying something stupid and beamed at her playfully. Her own expression softened.
"I didn't want to."
"Why not?"
"You know why."
She didn't respond to him after that, and silence filled the room. Stiles watched her eyes blink heavier and heavier every time and he bent forward, taking her off guard by kissing her cheek.
"Good night, Bambi." He whispered in her ear.
Her heart slowed down and without comprehending what came onto her, she grabbed his arm gently and pulled him closer, catching him in surprise. Stiles watched her, his eyes mixture of amaze and amusement. Her green eyes caught his wary look, his hazel eyes darkening a little.
Still holding his mien she put her head on his chest, wrapping her slender arm around his bare torso. Without saying anything, he enveloped her small frame around him, pulling her closer.
As she hugged him, his breathing slowed, every muscle in his body relaxed. How much he needed her, terrified him.
"Why didn't you go see Malia?" She whispered to his chest.
He sighed, running his fingertips up and down her back.
"I don't want to. I didn't want to be with her. I wanted to be with you." He murmured.
She didn't say anything to that, but he could slightly feel her long eyelashes tickling his chest as she blinked. Her arm swathed around him tighter, her soundless answer making him smile.
"Did you make up with Allison?"
She tensed up a bit.
"No. She left with Scott pretty soon after you left. Where did you go anyway?"
"My dad's." He answered quietly.
"Oh." She mumbled. "How did it go?"
"It was okay, I guess." He laughed. "He always puts me on the right track when I start going down."
"You mean when you're an asshole, Stilinski?" She lifted her eyes to him, playful gaze going right through him.
"Yeah, pretty much." Raven haired boy giggled. "Not with you though."
That swiped a smile off her face and she eyed him curiously.
"You have to talk like a normal human being if you want me to understand you, you know."
He took a deep breath and focused on the ceiling, trying to pick his words carefully. When he looked back at her, she was watching him with the same expression, curious, trusting. Eager.
"What I meant was…" He started. "Uhm, it's different with you. You wake me up and I'm not angry or irritated or… asshole around you. Mostly." He laughed, remembering their fight in the morning. "I don't know how to say this. You're just… You're not pointless. Not like anything else in my life, basically. You're actually good. It's like you're always here to tell me to slow down, just calm. And you somehow are still able to handle my temper." He smiled at her. "And I don't really want to know what I would do if you didn't."
She listened to his silent confession, her heart pounding rapidly against her chest. She wanted to tell him desperately that she feels the same way. But every time she opened her mouth she remembered her past, the life she left behind. And he was it. He was just… it. She was starting to fall for this guy, but a version of him had already hurt her.
Lydia swallowed at the dark memories, playing in her mind. He was watching her with warm eyes, as if he was trying to read her thoughts.
He knew immediately they were not good.
"Stiles… They fixed Boiler at ours."
His eyebrows pulled in and brown irises developed to sad shades. They both knew what it meant.
She was leaving him.
Bambi was leaving him.
"They called me in the afternoon."
Stiles closed his eyes, his expression darkening. His forehead wrinkled and he opened his eyes, looking at her with hurtful look.
"Are you okay?" She asked gently, not trusting her voice.
He managed a single laugh.
"I gotta tell you, Bambi. You couldn't have told me three months ago that I'd be this miserable over saying goodbye to a girl."
Her stomach sank and she pulled herself up, her face closer to his.
"I don't want you to be miserable."
"Then don't go." His expression was frantic and she closed her eyes. His strong arms enfolded her stronger and she felt a familiar heat pooling in her underwear, as he pulled her up almost on his own hard body.
"Then stay with me, Lydia." He whispered.
"I don't live here, silly." She said gently. "I promise you, when I leave you'll understand what a pain in the ass I was and you'll forget all about missing me."
His hurtful expression indicated that he didn't believe her. A feeling of guilt settled over her but there was nothing really she could do.
"How about I keep you here?" He spoke again, in a slightly lighter tone.
The sound of her laughter settled in his ears and she escaped his embrace, lying back on her side of the bed, but he hated the coldness in his body and in his chest as she pulled away. So Stiles shifted closer again.
"I'm serious. How about we make a bet?"
"What?"
"I don't want you to leave Lydia. Everything is ten times better when you're around."
She put her hand on his cheek in response and he closed his eyes, feeling her intimate touch.
"I have an idea." He muttered and the air felt thick with the feeling between them, like it was filling the room: a room full of our carnal heat, and sorrow of an upcoming goodbye, they both knew was close.
"I'll tell you what Bambi." He started in a husky voice and she knew immediately she was in trouble. "If, and it's until you move out, if you can't stop me from kissing you, you stay here with me." He breathed hot air with his offer.
She watched him with a smile, unable to move from his strong hand around her small waist and she wanted nothing more than to throw the blanket away from them, as she felt her body catch fire.
"I managed until now, didn't I? And what do I get if I win?"
Stiles shrugged in response, positioning his head on her pillow, his side of the bed long forgotten.
"If you win, I stay. If I win…" She pretended to be thinking and Stiles let a laugh escape his lips at her adorable pout. "If I win, you go without sex for one and a half month."
His lips parted in shock, but it slowly curved into a smile. He popped on his elbow and looked down at her.
"Didn't know you had it in you, Bambi! Deal."
They shook hands and he tilted her head at her, before laying beside her again.
"Okay, now really, goodnight. We have class tomorrow." He alleged in a low voice.
He felt her sigh, relaxing into his body as his arms wrapped around her, pushing her closer to him. He buried his head into her shoulder, then placed his lips on her neck.
He placed a kiss on the side of her mouth, and she knew what was coming next.
She kept pulling back and he kept chasing. It was that she just didn't know what would happen if she let herself go.
His breath sent tiny sparks down between her legs and suddenly she felt charged, in need of friction. Lydia unwillingly licked her lips, causing a low, guttural groan from him that sounded more like a plea.
"Stiles…" She warned.
And then he kissed her, nearly bruising. It was eager and wanted for so long, she felt intoxicated. He was poisoning and contaminating her with affection and lust, and she felt a surge of fire through her veins and in her lower body, as she moaned his name in his mouth, between their sloppy kisses.