FINALLY! ;)

Lydia's eyes blinked open slowly, disorientated for a moment as she glanced down at the strong arms that were wrapped around her. They must have only been asleep for a few hours, since the room was still dark, though not as dark as it had been. The first weak strains of early morning light were starting to slowly brighten the stretch of sky that Lydia could see out of her window. A quick glance at her alarm clock confirmed her suspicion. 6:02am. Her mom would have already left for work, the long commute to her office in Sacramento awaiting her. Lydia stretched happily. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so well rested, even after only a few hours. As lovely as her dreams could be, she realised they must have been affecting her sleep pretty negatively, since she couldn't remember the last time she'd managed to sleep through the muffled sounds of her mom getting ready and leaving for work.

It should feel strange, waking up with Stiles wrapped around her, his body overly warm against her back, but she sighed contentedly. It didn't feel strange, as she stretched her legs out, wiggling a little in his arms. Actually, perhaps it was a little strange, as she suddenly realised Stiles' erection was pressed up against her ass, and she froze, with a little gasp. She knew from the way his steady breathing hitched that he was awake now and she glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling at the sleepy look on his face.

"Hey," he murmured against her shoulder. If he was at all surprised that they had ended up cuddling in their sleep, he managed not to show it, smiling lazily at her.

She wiggled her ass against him, pointedly.

"Hey yourself." She raised her eyebrows at him and he immediately realised what she was pointing out.

"Oh. OH! Oh god. Awkward. So awkward," he muttered, glancing down between them and trying to shuffle backwards, away from her.

She kept a tight grip on his arm, shuffling back with him. She hadn't meant to embarrass him.

"No, no! It's ok." She looked away from him, staring at the wall.

"It is?" He lifted up slightly to lean over her, giving her a dubious look.

"Well, I dunno." Lydia shrugged, suddenly feeling shy. She was glad it was still fairly dark in the room, since her cheeks felt heated against the cool of her pillow. Was it ok?

"I guess." She shrugged again. Neither of them really knew where to go from here. She wasn't even sure what she meant.

"Ok. Good. Well, so far we have gathered that I am in bed with Lydia Martin, and I have an erection and she thinks that's ok." Lydia giggled. "Question - Did Derek slam my head into anything recently? Cause this doesn't seem right." Her laughter faded away and she awkwardly wriggled around in his arms, turning to face him.

"Doesn't it?" She asked, quietly.

Stiles had never been described as being smooth in his life. Awkward, hyperactive, clumsy... hilarious, even, but never smooth. But, as he took a deep breath, with Lydia's uncertain eyes boring into his, he realised now, for once in his life, he had to be smooth.

"You tell me," he breathed, before taking a chance and leaning in to kiss her. Despite them both having their heads on the pillow, he managed to turn his face just right so they avoided bumping noses and their lips met gently, without any awkward bumps. He inwardly congratulated himself. Smooth, Stiles. Very smooth.

He had no time to be too pleased with himself though, as Lydia's hand came up to rest on his cheek and she kissed him back. This wasn't like the kiss last night. That had been a half-hearted crushing of her lips against his, her mind too sleepy and dream-addled to really know what she was doing. The girl kissing him now though definitely knew what she was doing, as she shimmied across the bed, closing the tiny gap between them. Her tongue darted out to seek entry into his mouth and he parted his lips obligingly, letting her take control of the kiss, her hand fisting in the shirt at the back of his neck. He would have been content to just kiss her like this all day, but trying to kiss lying side by side was resulting in some serious neck cramp on his part, on account of having to hold his head at an odd angle. As if she was reading his mind, she pushed him back, briefly breaking their kiss. Panic flooded Stiles for a second. She was stopping. They were stopping. Now he'd had a taste - a proper, waking, sober taste - he didn't think he'd ever been the same. He never wanted to not be kissing her again. His fears subsided though, as she pushed him back flat and shifted to lean over him, casually throwing her leg over his and leaning down to kiss him again. She pressed her body against his side as she kissed him, her hand resting on his chest, grabbing onto the soft fabric of his shirt. The leg that was intertwined with his moved against him, rubbing against his thigh, reminding him of his little problem, which had gone from standard morning semi, to raging hard on within seconds. Was that ok? After only a few minutes of kissing? Was it flattering, or weird? He wasn't really sure, since he didn't exactly have much to compare it to. He decided not to worry about it. He was just gonna go with the flow.

All of a sudden, she stopped kissing him and pulled back with a soft smacking sound. His eyes flew open. He was really beginning to think she could read his mind, and could see all the filth that was running through it at the feel of her body pressed up against him. Her eyes were lidded, her hair was messy, and her lips were pink and swollen and he wondered if he looked anywhere near as sexy as she did right now. He doubted it.

"My neck hurts," she announced, and sat up suddenly, bringing her feet under her to kneel and spinning back round to face him. Unsure of what she wanted him to do, he followed suit, scrambling to sit up and kneel in front of her. Their eyes were level like this and he gulped, hoping that was what she had wanted. He hoped she had just meant "My neck hurts from kissing like this. Let's sit up" and not "My neck hurts. Get out." Thankfully, she walked forwards on her knees, closing the gap between them, and leaned forward to capture his lips once more. He could tell she was more comfortable like this as she tilted her head, allowing him better access to her mouth. Her hands came up to link around the back of his neck, her nails trailing gently along his shoulders, making him shudder slightly. His hands tentatively came to rest on her hips, not wanting to rush things and they kissed like that for a while, tiny gasps escaping them both as they explored each other's mouths. Stiles made no move to push things further, though the insistent poking against her belly reminded her that his body wanted to. She smiled against his mouth. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had been content to just make out with her, with no agenda for anything more. Ironically, it made Lydia want him even more, and she let her hands slide down his chest, pausing at his waistband, before jumping to grasp at the hands that were delicately resting on her hips. Covering his hands with her own, she lifted them and slid them round to her front, firmly pressing them against her breasts. His hands just hung there for a moment, cupping her through her camisole, before he seemed to wake himself up and squeezed lightly. She smiled and let her hands glide down his back to grab at his ass, pulling him against her, rubbing herself against the bulge in his jeans. He moaned into her mouth and his thumbs found her nipples, pert and hard beneath the thin fabric of her camisole. He stroked them, experimentally, and she gasped into his mouth, arching her back into his touch. His thumbs moved in small circles, teasing the sensitive buds until she couldn't concentrate on his mouth anymore, breaking the kiss and letting her head fall back. His mouth immediately moved to her jawline, planting soft kisses there, trailing down to her neck and letting his lips find the sensitive spot right in the crook of her neck. She moaned at the feel of his mouth sucking and licking at her pulse point, and felt him breathe out a soft laugh against her throat.

"This is happening. This is really happening." His tone was breathless and disbelieving.

"Don't make it weird," she panted out, another moan escaping her lips. She swiftly realised she was going to have to take charge, with what she assumed was a fairly sexually inexperienced Stiles, and she leaned back slightly, batting his hands away from her chest for a second. She mourned the loss of his hands on her for only long enough to pull her vest over her head, and toss it to the floor, shaking her hair out of her eyes and kneeling in front of him with no shame or embarrassment. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. He'd seen them before, of course, but that had been different. She had been missing and dirty and cold and all he could think about was covering her up from the prying eyes of his dad's creepy co-workers. Now, covering her up was the last thing on his mind, as he slowly looked her up and down as she kneeled in front of him, her eyes wide and expectant. She bit her lip shyly.

He dragged his eyes back up to meet hers, and took her face in both of his hands, leaning his forehead against her own. Their eyes were so close together that he noticed all the different shades of green in her big eyes that he had never noticed before - Shades of green and blue that he never knew existed, blurring together from being pressed so closely against her face. He tried to breathe slowly, to calm himself down, so she would really believe that he meant the next words out of his mouth. Because he did.

"Lydia. You're so beautiful."

"Really?" She sounded so unsure, so uncertain, that his heart broke for her. He remembered the last time he'd told her she was beautiful, at the dance, the night everything had gone wrong. She looked at him disbelievingly then aswell, and he wondered if Jackson had ever told her she was beautiful. If she was his, he would tell her every day. Maybe she is mine, he thought to himself. Or maybe she could be? Just don't mess it up, his brain told him. Just be smooth.

"Yes." He nodded solemnly at her and she looked so happy that he couldn't stop the next words that tumbled out of his mouth. "I love you."

Oh god, oh god. Way to be smooth. She pulled back, looking up into his eyes, uncertainly. He had apparently told her before, that drunken night in the car, but he was sober now. He had no excuse. No way out. Oh god. He'd messed this up before it had even started.

"You really do, don't you?" She asked, curiously. She didn't sound completely horrified, which was a positive sign.

He nodded sadly, avoiding eye contact, which is why he didn't see it coming when she suddenly launched herself at him, throwing her full body weight at him, knocking him back onto the pillows behind them. Her mouth was on his again, their tongues swiping against each other, duelling for control. She shifted so she was straddling him, shamelessly grinding her core against him, eliciting muffled moans from them both. Stiles clutched at her back, holding her even tighter against him, all shyness apparently wiped away with his bold declaration of love. Though she hadn't said it back (he hadn't expected her to), the very fact that she had reacted by throwing herself at him was enough for him to give up on the gentle, tentative approach and his hands freely roamed her body, revelling in the soft smooth skin of her bare back. His fingers boldly skimmed under the back of her shorts, moulding to the rounded curve of her ass, urging her on as she rubbed herself against him. She reared up suddenly, flipping her mane of curls back out of her eyes, and moved her hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body. He sat up obediently and helped her as she pulled it over his head, flopping back down immediately. They both panted hard, taking a minute to catch their breath as she lowered her lips to his chest, planting a trail of kisses across his collarbone. Her mouth trailed upwards, stopping to kiss each of the moles that marked his pale neck, then moving up to capture his lips once again. Passion engulfed them as she nipped playfully at his lip, and he rolled them over, his fingers tangling in her hair. Her legs came up to wrap around him, holding him against her and he let his hands skim against her thigh, before stroking up her side to cup her breast once again. He broke contact with her lips, licking and kissing a trail down her body until he reached her breasts, one hand massaging one, lowering his mouth to the other one. He kissed her gently, before capturing her nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it, enjoying the gasp of pleasure as she arched her back off the bed. Her hands came up to rest on his head, holding his face against her chest, her breaths coming out in loud pants that echoed into the gloom of the early morning.

Suddenly her hands were snaking between them, her fingers fumbling with his superman belt buckle. The clinking of metal seemed too loud in the quiet of the room and Lydia tutted loudly when she couldn't get his belt open straight away.

Stiles wanted to help her, but he was still, staring down at her frustrated face in awe. Obviously, he could tell that this was where they were headed - He wasn't shocked that she was reaching for his belt. He had just suddenly realised that this was really going to happen. He was about to lose his virginity. And to Lydia Martin. The five year plan worked.

He sucked in his breath when Lydia finally managed to work his zipper down, the backs of her fingers brushing against the bulge in his boxers. She flashed him a triumphant smile at her victory over his belt buckle and worked her hand into his jeans, her fingers moving against him slowly. He gasped and dropped his head against her chest, aimlessly pressing a kiss there.

Stiles focused on breathing in and out slowly, trying to control himself as Lydia stroked him gently through his boxers. Lydia was smiling up at the unfocused look in his eyes, revelling in the power she had over him at that moment, when a sudden, shrill yapping filled the room. Both of their heads snapped round to see Prada standing in the doorway of the room, snarling and yapping, her little eyes narrowed. They whipped their heads to follow Prada's glare, to where a familiar figure was silhouetted outside her window, two tiny dots of red glowing in the darkness.

Lydia could not stop the short, piercing scream as she shoved Stiles off her and scrambled to cover herself with her bedspread. Stiles landed heavily on the floor with a loud thump and, in the split second she flicked her head to make sure he was alright, the figure had gone. If Stiles hadn't seen him too, she wouldn't have believed he was there, but from the look of horror that was crossing Stiles' face as he stared at the open window, she knew she wasn't seeing things.

Without thinking, she opened her mouth to speak, knowing he would be able to hear her. He couldn't have got very far yet.

"Derek! Stop!" Her voice came out desperate and needy and she hated herself for it, not daring to look at Stiles.

A moment passed and the silence grew heavy and awkward. She wasn't sure why she'd called after him. She hadn't really expected him to come back and she sighed heavily, realising he was long gone.

She shot Stiles a sideways glance, shuffling uncomfortably as she pulled the sheet a little higher up around herself. Stiles breathed out a quiet laugh, trying to break the tension that had settled upon them both.

"Well, I-" He was interrupted by a shadow suddenly engulfing the room, blocking out the glow of the dawn. Derek was back, his large frame silhouetted in the window, his eyes no longer burning red. Stiles and Lydia both gasped at his sudden appearance. Neither of them had believed he was really coming back and now no-one was quite sure what to say. Eventually, it was Stiles who spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Well, this is awkward."

Yay! It finally happened! Some smut! I'm guessing it wont be exactly what everyone was expecting, but I just want Stiles to get some action! And, he nearly did! So close! Darn that Derek, always turning up at the wrong time.

Also, I'm not gonna lie. I have no clue what's gonna happen next. Once again, I've written the characters into a situation that I'm not sure how to get them out of. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself! I really need to plan these things better. Ah well, I'm sure I'll figure something out.

Anyhoo, thank you so much for all your reviews! I've had some particularly lovely ones recently and they totally keep me inspired to keep writing. Keep reviewing and throwing ideas at me. Suggestions are always welcome. I love you guys!

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