fic request: photogirl21 asked Really enjoy all of your stydia fics! This one was very touching. I could see it happening in my mind. But with the teasing kiss you wrote :) I'd like to suggest the finally epic kiss between Stiles and Lydia. No other characters and pretty please include the conversation after the kiss. Thanks!

this is a continuation of chapter 9, "i know the feeling"

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Lydia put the car in park, shutting down the engine and unbuckling herself. She turned to look at Stiles sitting in the passenger side with a smirk on her face, "I think Roscoe likes me better."

His jaw dropped and he scoffed, "Yeah, okay Lyds. Okay." Rolling his eyes, he opened the door and climbed out, careful with his injured side.

"I don't speed, which is easier on the jeep. Therefore, it likes me better," Lydia gloated, following him and sliding out of her seat.

"He,Lydia. Not it," he scoffed again, taking his keys from her hand and heading towards the front of his house. He unlocked the door and they stepped inside, flicking on the lights that were off.

"Where's your dad?" Lydia asked, silence surrounding them.

He moved into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and grabbing two bottles of water. "He's working late tonight, wrapping everything up with the case at the station." She nodded her head at that, accepting the water bottle and following him upstairs. They entered his room, the door falling shut behind them.

Both staring at the board in the middle of the room, Stiles cleared his throat and moved towards it, "Guess we don't really need this anymore." She watched as he erased the writing from it before rolling it into the corner of his room, her fingers picking at the wrapper around the middle of the water bottle. "Lydia."

"Huh?" her eyes lifted from where they had glazed over to find him now standing within a few feet of her, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

"You okay?"

Lydia nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

He smiled softly before moving to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of leggings she'd left there after one of their research sessions along with one of his lacrosse shirts he knew she liked. He held them out to her, "This'll probably be more comfortable," he nodded to the jeans she was wearing.

"Thanks," she grabbed the clothes, her fingers brushing against his causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. "I'll just," she laughed awkwardly, making her way to his bathroom and closing the door. She leaned her back against it and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Had they been about to kiss at the clinic? Had that actually happened or was she dreaming? Because kissing Stiles was a recurring dream she'd had for the last couple months - ever since their first kiss, come to think of it. And earlier that dream had almost been a reality. Since that kiss and especially since Eichen house, things between them had been murky, at best. And now that she knew he and Malia had broken up? She didn't know where they stood with each other, feelings wise.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind, Lydia moved to stand in front of the mirror, taking in her appearance. Her face was void of makeup, her skin looking slightly less pale than it had earlier, and her damp hair fell down her back. Shedding herself of her clothes, she quickly changed into what Stiles had given her, careful around the bandage still on her neck. She grabbed a towel from where it hung by his shower, towel drying her hair and putting it into a messy bun to contain the curls. Folding her clothes, she stared at her reflection in the mirror once again, taking a slow breath before opening the door and switching off the light behind her.

Stiles turned around at the sound of the bathroom door opening, letting his fresh shirt fall into place after it took him a while to change due to his injury. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, face softening at how beautiful she looked in something so simple and after everything she'd been through. She was so amazing, being so strong and caring of their friends even when her life was on the line. Realizing that he'd been staring at her for too long, he cleared his throat, "How's your neck?"

"It's fine," she nodded, fingers playing with the hem of the shirt she was wearing. "How are you?"

"It's nothing. I told you it was fine, Lyds." The strawberry blonde tipped her head down, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. He furrowed his brows lightly with a knowing grin, "What?"

She looked up with a slight blush, "Nothing. I just… I missed hearing you call me Lyds."

Stiles nodded, shrugging a shoulder in an attempt to appear nonchalant, "Yeah, me too." He made his way towards the bed and reached to pull back the covers when Lydia said his name, gaining his attention. "Yeah?"

"Can we… Can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure," he agreed, taking a seat next to where she was at the foot of the bed. "What's up?"

"I just…," Lydia glanced down at her lap nervously before lifting her eyes to meet his. "Thank you. For everything the pack did, for everything you did to get me out of Eichen House. It means a lot."

Stiles reached out and grabbed ahold of one of her hands, "Lydia, you don't have to keep thanking me. The entire pack was determined to get you out of that place and we did. Because we love you."

She smiled, her eyes watering slightly. "When I was there, something happened to me. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like an out of body experience. I could move and stand, but I could still see myself laying in that bed." She sucked in a shaky breath, closing her eyes as she forced herself to remember any of her time in that hell hole. Stiles squeezed her hand, encouraging her to keep talking. "Meredith was there. She taught me how to control it, how to use my voice as a weapon. When Malia was fighting her mom to get Deaton, I could feel it. I screamed and it helped her even though she was miles away. And I saw you."

His eyes widened a little, his mouth falling open in surprise, "You did?"

Shifting, Lydia turned her body to face him more fully, "Stiles, we're… We're connected in a way that I can't explain. And when you came to visit me, I could see you holding my hand. I could feelyou holding my hand. Not my mom, not the doctors. You. And at the clinic, when I screamed so hard I almost died, it was the feeling of your hand on my face and the sound of your voice that brought me back."

Stiles didn't know what to say, his mouth opening and closing multiple times. "Lydia…"

Taking a chance, Lydia surged forward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer to deepen the kiss. When he didn't respond to the kiss for a few seconds, she started to pull away, doubting herself and preparing for the inevitable heartbreak until Stiles lifted a palm to her cheek. He leaned into her, returning her kiss with vigor. She threaded her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck and licked along the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. He opened his mouth, tongue exploring the warmth of her mouth. This kiss was different than the one they had in the locker room; that kiss was sweet and simple, over within a few seconds while this kiss continued to heat up rapidly.

Stiles deepened the kiss even more, Lydia moaning into his mouth when his hand gripped her hip and pulled her in closer. Deciding to be bold, she shifted on the bed, lifting herself up and swinging a leg over his lap, bracketing his hips with her thighs. He banded both of his arms low around her waist, fingers digging into the skin of her lower back just above her ass. He lifted one arm to thread his fingers through the ends of her hair that had somehow come undone from her bun, but the action tugged at his stitches and he pulled away with a wince.

Disconnecting their lips, Lydia looked down at him, brows furrowed in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice sounding breathless from their impromptu make out session.

"Yeah, I'm," he stuttered to try and seem casual, "Yes. I am good. Super good. Yup. I'm great."

Lydia leaned back, hands resting on his shoulders, and raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him. "You sure? Because I'm pretty sure you just winced, and hopefully it wasn't from kissing me."

"No!" he answered quickly, eyes widening. He shook his head and moved his hands from her back along her forearms until he could take both of her hands from his shoulders, holding them in the little space between them. "Lyds, no. I've been dreaming of this moment for so many years, you have no idea." Lydia let out a huffed laugh, maneuvering herself off his lap and onto the bed to sit next to him. Stiles offered her a weak smile, shrugging a shoulder, "Sorry I ruined that moment by pulling at my stitches."

"It's not completely ruined," she offered. Taking another breath, she met his gaze, "Stiles, I… I love you. And if you're not sure you still love me, that's okay. I was stupid and I waited too long and you dated Malia, but… I am so in love with you. And I want to be with you. For real. Like, we hold hands and go on dates."

A wide smile formed on his face and he brought a hand to tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear, "Lydia, of course I still love you. I never stopped."

"Yeah?" she questioned, tears forming in her eyes.

He nodded his head before speaking quietly, "Yeah." Stiles leaned in, connecting their lips again in a soft kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted. We should get some sleep."

She laughed, "Sounds like a plan." They moved back towards the headboard, Lydia on the side closest to the wall, and crawled under the covers. He turned off the lamp on his nightstand, pushing back the comforter and settling in, Lydia immediately moving into his embrace. She wrapped an arm around his waist, nestling her head into the crook of his neck and good shoulder.

Stiles fingers threaded through her hair, his hand resting on her hip across his stomach as her leg draped over his slightly. He exhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes, placing a kiss to the top of her head. "Goodnight, Lyds."

Letting out a soft sigh, Lydia smiled, her eyes still closed. "Goodnight, Stiles."