It's been two days since that night with Lydia, where she announced she wanted to be trained to fight.

Parrish was in his apartment, clearing up the space and clutter in his the room and pushing all the furniture away so they could have enough room.

Yes, today was the first lesson to Lydia's request to learn how to fight.

He could've picked the studio downtown for their 'ideal' area, or even the gym near the station but he couldn't so his apartment would probably suffice.

The thought of bringing his girlfriend over to his apartment didn't cross his mind because all he was focused on was getting Lydia into the state she deserves. It was strictly professional. Though he wouldn't permit violence as the answer, he was going to give Lydia what she wants...

Well technically...

When he heard a light tap on the door, he reached for the T.V remote and switched it and ran up to the door to answer it where he found Lydia standing there with all her glory.

She was wearing comfortable this time in her hoodie and hair pulled to the side, dressed in tights.

"Hey," He exhaled the breath he was holding in and gave her a quick hug before inviting her in.

Lydia stood there, taking in the visage of the apartment.

She couldn't help but smile at the fact that she was in his apartment, though it wouldn't seem like a big deal to Parrish but it was to Lydia. She was in –the first time in her life – an apartment where her boyfriend can actually afford to have.

"Don't worry about the couches stacked together; I just wanted more room for us." Jordan stated nervously as he rubbed his hands up and down his sweat shorts. "Yeah, you can place your bag on the counter."

Lydia nodded but not after giving Jordan a worried look.

"You seem more nervous than I am." Lydia pointed out as she placed the bag on the counter. Jordan shook his head.

"Me? No. I-I'm-" He stammered then cleared his throat. "I'm good. I just never really gave a fighting lesson to someone before."

Lydia nodded, with a smile plastered on her face as she watched Parrish walk up to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water and placing them on the counter. She stared at his wonderful god of a sculpture through his sky blue tank top and his muscles hanging unconcealed.

This lesson was definitely going to be the death of her. He walked up to her.

"I guess we should get started then?" He asked.

She nodded and he sauntered over to his stereo, scrolling through a few tracks.

"I think music helps better with the lesson." He stated.

Lydia nodded as she unzipped the zipper of her hoodie and shrugging it off. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and pulled out her wristbands.

When Parrish found his playlist of upbeat songs, he resorted to play one of the tracks.

"Okay, let's get started –" He stated but was immediately shut when he caught Lydia tying the lace of her sneakers, in nothing but just a strappy black –with pink/white highlights – sports bra, her perfect pale olive skin now in full visual.

[He noticed though, she had the gauze on her right side. After Tracey attacked her yesterday, it still didn't heal.]

Since Lydia had been bending forward, he could see in full view her perfectly round ass and that's when his manly senses began tingling.

But then realizing that this lesson was supposed to be strictly professional, he shook the impure thoughts away.

"Alright, you ready?" He announced.

Lydia stood up straight and nodded her head.

"Ready,"

"You know, we've done this before right?" He mentioned.

"I know but I want you to teach me more." She told him with a slightly manly phizog. Parrish laughed at this.

"Okay, let's start off with warm ups." He began. "Sit ups,"

Lydia frowned.

"Sit ups?" She questioned. He nodded his head. She just stood there silent.

"What? Do you have a problem with them?" Parrish asked suggestively as he moved forward. She shook her head.

"No. I don't. It's just that I've never actually done them before." She confirmed in slight embarrassment.

He smiled and thought that was cute.

"Okay, that's no problem. I'll show you." He said as he motioned for her to come over to him as he lied flat down on the floor and placing his hands on either sides of his chest.

"It's easy; it's just lifting your body up." He said.

He began lifting half of his body up and the other not moving, for about 5 times before shifting to lifting his legs up for the other five and then he rapidly maneuvered his arms so they were behind his head and he did the same routine.

Lydia was having fun watching him do it but was slightly intimidated at how well he was doing it.

"You make it look so easy." She giggled as she gnawed on her nail. He frowned as he picked up the pace.

"Why do you say that?" He asked.

"Look at yourself!" She stated as if it were obvious. He laughed then leaped up from the floor. "I mean its bad enough you're a cop who has to know a thing or two of all of this."

He smiled as he walked up to her, rubbing his hands up and down her arms comfortingly.

"I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do." He mentioned to her.

Her eyes widened at this.

"Well, that's not helping!" She stated with an exasperated sigh. He chuckled as he caressed her soft pink cheek.

"I mean, if you trust my teaching then you'll get the hang of it. I know you will." He said with a cute smile. "Where's the confident Lydia Martin I know?"

"She's still here!" She retorted in defense.

He guffawed and moved back to the center and they resorted to stretching instead of sit ups.

"You have a great physically structure, have you taken anything athletic as a kid?" He asked as they bent their bodies down.

"Well I did take dance classes." She told him.

She had told nobody that before.

"That's interesting, so you're a dancer?" He asked.

"Was! I stopped when I broke my leg at 12." She told him. He laughed. "It's not funny. That incident ended my career! It was the worst experience of my life."

"Okay, you're not doing it right." He stated as he walked up to her and placed his hands on either side of her hips. Lydia felt her goose-bumps appear when she felt her warm hands touch her.

He moved her body to the side slightly and brought one of her arms to the ground in a stretching movement.

"There," He whispered into her ear.

"You know, Jackson's still around." Lydia started up an actual conversation to take her mind off of the whole situation.

"Uh huh," Parrish replied as he moved away from Lydia and walked over to his training equipment and pulled out a fist protected and began wrapping it around both his hands.

Lydia released a small smile. She knew that mentioning Jackson's name would surely get him ticked off but he didn't show it.

"I think he'll leave soon. Hopefully, but I'm pretty sure not after fulfilling his purpose to get into someone else's pants." Lydia laughed to herself as she sat on the huge gym ball.

Parrish darted his eyes up to stare at her, aggressively tugging at the wrap. Lydia smiled deviously before playing out a façade.

"And by someone's pants I mean mine." She added onto her previous statement.

"Okay, can we not talk about him on our lesson? Please?" He practically pleaded to her.

She nodded her head, in obligation and raised her hand up in surrender.

He then began trotting over to the centre of the room, probably three feet away from where Lydia was sitting on the ball.

"Okay," He inhaled a deep breath. "Come at me," He enquired.

Lydia glowered.

"What?" She questioned.

"Come at me, try attacking me, come on," He urged, motioning his hands to come at him as he crouched.

Lydia thought this was crazy but decided to take a chance.

She got up from the ball, kicking it to the curb and stood in front of him, hunkering down her legs with an inhale of a breath.

She made a grunting sound as she charged for him but Parrish was too quick for her and moved to the other side, leaving her stunned.

"You can do it." He smiled with confidence.

Lydia's lips curved into a slight grin as she charged for him again and he shifted to the side causing her to almost hit the wall.

"Okay," He paused as he placed his hands on his hips. "I know what you need…"

Lydia stood up straight, crossing her arms and staring at her trainer.

"And what's that?" She questioned.

He stared deep into her eyes.

"Adrenaline," He simply stated. "And there's only two ways to get it. Fear…and anger,"

Lydia gave him a wary look.

"What are you most angry at? What gets you fired up?" He asked her.

"Well a lot of things make me angry I can't just pick one. It's either the school, or finals, immature teenage boys and my dad. Oh I have a good one!" She pointed out. "The constant supernatural attacks happening in this damned town,"

"How about, Jackson?" Parrish brought up.

Lydia narrowed her eyes at him and released a small scoff.

"Jackson?" She jeered and he nodded. "Why would you bring Jackson up?"

"Well because you loved him." He told her.

At that, Lydia's sly grin turned into an annoyed grimace as Parrish made easy turns around her.

"He hurt you." Parrish began. "He tortured you." He continued on. "He treated you in a way a woman should not be treated." He told her before he finally ended it off, staring at her face-on. "He owned you…"

Lydia's breath picked up at the end.

"And the worst part is…he didn't love you as much as you did for him." He said as if it were a statement that he knew far too well.

Lydia didn't answer.

"And that's your anger, Lydia" He concluded as he finally came closer to her. "I want you to use that anger! Use that ounce of rage and release it all out on me."

"Parrish, I-" She tried to protest.

"Use it." He urged as he gripped her arms tightly.

She looked up at him, staring at his alluring smile when his thin lips, pressed together firmly intact. Jordan took a step back and waited for her.

She ran up to him and began throwing punches at him as all he did was blocking them with his great reflexes.

Lydia suck in a deep breath when they separated and then decided to try again and began throwing punches and kicks at him, grunting with each thrust of movement but he was just untouchable.

So Lydia tried again and when she could finally give him the right hook to the chin, she flashed a smirk of victory.

He laughed as he clenched his jaw at the sting left from the gush.

"Okay, that's good." He applauded. "But that's not quite to it."

Lydia frowned at this.

"We still have one more shot." He said to her.

Her breath picked up at this, realizing where this was headed.

"Fear…" He stated. "Whatever you're afraid off. Release the aggression."

"Your sensei said that, didn't he?" Lydia guffawed.

Parrish nodded in slight mortification and shame.

Lydia rolled her eyes as she puckered up and found herself pouncing at him but he shifted away quickly.

"Alright," He said, feeling electrified. "I want you to bring in more fear. Put out everything you've got and lay it all on me."

Lydia laughed at the way his sentence was structured.

"Well that's inappropriate." She laughed.

"Think about Allison," He blurted out. That shocked Lydia hard. "Think about how you should've been there to protect her from the Oni! Think about how she would've still been here with you if you were just there. How the Oni should have taken someone else instead…"

Lydia began charging at him, throwing her entire arm and fist in a swing but he ducked, making her twirl around and straight into his masculine arms as if she was a feather, trapping her tightly in her grasp.

She rested her head on his shoulder and just began giggling whilst Jordan tried to put himself in tranquility.

"What?" He asked breathlessly.

"I suck at this." She laughed again. "I can't do it."

Parrish sighed as he breathed into her ear.

"It's okay. Y-you just need a little more practice." He stated affirmatively.

And that's when Lydia just broke down and tumbled down to the ground on her knees, crumbling to her back and releasing silent tears as she sobbed soundly.

"I can't do this." She sobbed as she threaded her fingers through her hair. "I-I just, I can't…"

Parrish was broken at this.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." He cooed as he dropped down to his knees, cupping her delicate porcelain face in his hands.

"I'm sorry I did that, I didn't mean to get you upset, Lydia." He said genuinely. She shook her head as she sat up, Parrish grasping her right hand in comfort.

"It's not that." She chuckled through the tears. "I get why you did it, it's just-"

"I know, Lydia, I know. What happened to Allison still effects you and what I did was stupid and insensitive, there's no ways to describe how terribly sorry I am. I know it's my fault-"

"It's not about Allison." She simply stated.

He stared at her with hurt filled in his eyes.

"And it's not your fault, Parrish." She said rubbing his hand before continuing.

"It's just…I don't know what's going to happen with my friends. Stiles has this big vision that we're all going to stay together after high school and I just don't see it." She said with her voice breaking. Parrish was just listening to her attentively. "Scott and Stiles are trying their best to keep the pack together because they can see that there's a void trying to pull us apart, I mean, I know it's best to stick together but who are we kidding? We've lost so many people in our lives and all because of this damn town…"

"Lydia, I know this has been a rough year for you. But you're still standing and you know why?" He asked her as he lifted her chin, staring into her big green eyes through the tears.

"Because you're strong and don't you ever forget that." He told her, almost demanded her as he held her face tightly in his grasp.

She nodded with a slight smile as she traced a finger on his hand. He planted a long-lasting kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a hug. She felt completely safe in his arms.

"Okay, it's getting late. You should…uh, probably get home." He informed her as he got up, whilst helping her up off the ground.

"Yeah," She sighed as she sniffled through her nose, wiping off her already dried up tears.

Parrish reached up to grab her bag and sweater, handing them to her.

She smiled weakly.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," He replied.

"No. Thank you for today, I really appreciate your time and help." She told him as she threw her bag her shoulder and the sweater, dangling on her arm.

"Come on, your mom's probably worried." He told her as he smiled back as he placed one more kiss on her forehead before accompanying her out.

"See you at the station." She told him.

"What will you be doing at the station?" He asked, even though he knew exactly why.

"Turning myself in for committing a crime of course," She gasped out and he just laughed as she exited the door.

She waved goodbye and he smiled before shutting the door and releasing a much needed sigh.

It's cliché but he really did miss her already.

As if his aching pain had just been cured, he suddenly heard the door reopen and he spun around to see Lydia standing there with a contemplated expression. He frowned.

"Oh screw it!" She stated, dropping her things and running towards him.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a forceful, longing kiss on the lips. The kiss was filled with such power and passion that just vaporized throughout the room.

The strawberry blonde tightened her arm around his neck, using her free hand to caress his face as she deepened the kiss.

The green-eyed deputy returned the kiss even more by pulling her close in his arms by her waist and then suddenly picking her up swiftly from the ground and wrapping her legs around his waist, hands gripping her waist for dear life as Lydia maneuvered her fingers to lace through his chestnut hair, never departing from each other's lips.

Jordan subconsciously found himself heading through the hall and entering into a room that was not familiar to Lydia.

Lydia was too indulged in the strong kiss, not even taking note of the fact that her body had been laid onto a soft plate that was probably stuffed with the delicate clouds in the sky and her head placed onto a structure filled scented feathers.

She was relishing in the fury of the irresistible kiss the deputy had been bestowing upon her.

Their tongues danced together in unity as the kiss became deeper, and deeper…and deeper.

Lydia released lustful moan at the loving devotion given to her. She subsequently began peeling off his sports shirt from his body, departing from the kiss so he could place his warm, juicy lips on the crook of her neck.

She released a tender growl of approval of his tongue roaming up her shank.

She could feel his arousal at her touch, the way she moved her petite hands up and down his godly sculpture, the way she grabbed a fistful of his luscious brown hair in her grasp, the way she caressed him…

He could smell her stimulation and excitement at the way he roamed his lips all over her peninsula, the way he took the initiative to release all the aggression she had with just one kiss…one touch, she was excited at how he took control…

The moment Jordan slid the strap of her sports bra through the sweater and roaming his lips all over her shoulder, she released a cry for help from this grand warm of affection.

Lydia flipped over so she had taken over his body, taking full control of the situation as she sat, straddled on his crotch –right above his manhood – and unzipped her sweater, shrugging it off so Parrish can get the full view of what he's been aching for during his peak.

He released a sneer of delight as he lifted his body to grab hold of her neck, leaning in and planting a tender kiss on her pink lips. Lydia couldn't help but feel tingly at this one because it's a kiss she's never felt before in her life and all she wanted was more…

Jordan held her face tightly in his grasp as he made the tender kiss even tenderer if it were possible but then…

Lydia found her lips being separated once more and she slightly unfurled her eyes to see Parrish's head tilted to the side looking ashamed.

"What's wrong?" She asked him with complete disappointment that he ended the powerful rhythm they were at.

"We can't do this." He told her.

You could sense the hesitance before he uttered those cruel words.

Lydia had a frown of bewilderment on her face.

"Why?" She interrogated. "You don't want to do this right?"

He didn't reply.

She released a frustrated as she plopped off his lap and collapsing onto the bed.

"Oh god," She retorted as she covered her eyes.

The shirtless deputy stared down at his mate with pain in his eyes and not because of what she's going through but the fact that he had to ruin the best experience of his life.

"No." He urged. Lydia looked up at him.

He released a slight smile.

"Believe me, I want to do this." He said huskily. Lydia almost melted at the sound. "But I just want it to be the right moment."

"So it's not right for you now right?" She questioned. He had a pained look in his eyes and she just groaned. "The humiliation I'm feeling now is on a level you can't comprehend."

Jordan chuckled a little.

"You're making me look like, I'm like trying to steal your virtue or something." She told him.

He shook his head as he lay down with her, staring down at her beautiful face.

"It's not my virtue I'm trying to protect." He told her.

She sighed.

"So if we can't do this, then what should we do?" She asked him.

He shrugged as he smiled at her.

"We could always just stay here."

Lydia scoffed.

"Yeah, right, like you'd actually let me stay over." She rolled her eyes.

Then a bright idea popped into his head.

"Yeah, why not stay with me?" He questioned.

She glared at him, trying to locate any hidden joke behind it but found nothing. She gnawed her lip as she sat up to his length and smiled.

"So is Deputy Parrish asking me to a sleepover?" She teased. He grinned and shrugged.

"More like I sleep on the couch type of thing." He mentioned. She rolled her eyes. "Come on, stay with me."

"Okay, what if I stay. What will I tell my mom?" She asked.

"Tell her you're sleeping over at Kira's or something." Jordan suggested.

She smiled as the two began lying comfortably together. Lydia rested her head on his warm bare chest and began tracing circles around his hard stomach whilst he had his arm draped around her shoulder as they lay there in silence.

"What is the real reason though? Tell me, because I know there's more." She whispered.

"I had consequences for the choice I made with you, I've lived through it and I want to make what we have special. I want to make it last a while." Jordan replied.

Lydia could feel her cheeks brighten up and her lips curved into a smile as she lifted her head to stare at him.

"What if we don't last?" She questioned him.

He released a warm crooked smile that could break a girl's heart into a million pieces.

"That's unthinkable." He told her as he moved a strand of hair from her eye. "But we'll cross that bridge when we get there. But for now…let's focus on this moment."

Lydia grinned widely at the glorious words he had spoken.

"Couldn't have said it better," She stated as she leaned up to plant a small, quick kiss on his lips before resting her head on his again.

"So what's this thing about college that you're all talking about?" He asked her.

"Well, everyone's been thinking of going to different colleges. Like Scott and Stiles are thinking of living together whilst they head off to Berkeley, Kira's thing USF or NYU and Malia's probably going to work something out."

"What about you?" He questioned as he stared into the hazel-green eyes that were staring back at him.

Lydia shrugged.

"I don't know. I mean, I would like to go to Stanford but…I don't know." She said with uncertainty.

Jordan nodded his head as he tightened his grasp around Lydia, pulling her close as she nuzzled up.

"Did you bring spare clothes?" He asked her. She stifled a chuckle.

"Yeah,"

He nodded his head as they sat there in complete comfortable silence.

The two of them never knew where the road was headed with their relationship but they wanted to take things slow.

After about thirty minutes of lying there together in hushed up serenity, Lydia took it upon herself to break it.

"So what are we going to eat?" She asked.

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A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another cute chapter and I hope you all liked it because it almost made me cry writing it because I had wanted to write this moment for a long time. It was a theory I had for the episode that's to come for Marrish!

What did you guys think of it? Who loved the Marrish cuteness (sexiness)? What did you think about the final scene (I suck at intimacy)? Was it too cliché? Was it adorable? Was it a no-go?

Review your thoughts on anything you enjoyed and that will motivate me to write you more in a flash.

It's #SOODDAY so tomorrow is #MOONDAY! 5x03!