He doesn't get the ten minutes he wanted so badly.
He gets an hour.
Stiles gets a full, honest to god complete hour of making out with his favorite strawberry blonde without any interruptions, and it isn't until Natalie passes by Lydia's bedroom and murmurs her good nights to them both from behind the closed door that Stiles resigns and decides that it's time to go home.
Lydia doesn't go easy on him, of course, pushing him one step out of her bedroom and then two steps back to the bed in between longing kisses and hushed promises, hearts still beating fast after their heated make-out session.
And yes, heated.
Very.
Far more than he ever expected, anyway, since Stiles wasn't exactly counting on getting to second base tonight. But he can now smugly say that he knows how Lydia feels under the palms of his hands, and it wasn't like Lydia was shy about feeling him either.
He couldn't be gladder that he had decided to check up on her.
When he does make it to the Martin's front door, Stiles is grinning like he hasn't in so long and Lydia is mirroring him, a quick peck placed on his lips for the road and a "See you tomorrow" that sounds all too hopeful to his ears, and on his way home his mind wanders not only to what they just shared, but to the last few days as well.
Maybe things are finally good for a change.
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Even though the previous night was great for Stiles and Lydia to get rid of some of the absurd sexual tension they'd be pilling up for months, they both agree on acting casually around school, mostly because of Malia. They wouldn't want a scene like the one from the day before to happen again.
Stiles parks the Jeep on the school parking lot five minutes before the bell rings, nerves in his stomach. Things last night had been fine, sure, and Stiles and Lydia had agreed on keeping things casual although they won't necessarily hide that they are now… Whatever they are. They are just gonna enjoy whatever this is and see where it takes them.
He spots the strawberry blonde as soon as he gets out of the vehicle, standing by the school's entrance a few feet away from him, a smile warming her features when she locks eyes with him. Stiles lets out a shaky breath before giving in to a grin when Lydia starts walking in his direction to meet him halfway.
"Hey," he greets and waves awkwardly, feeling uneasy for not really knowing what to do with his hands.
"Good morning," she replies blushing good naturedly, clutching her books closer to her chest, suffering from the same problem. "Did you sleep well?"
Stiles rubs the back of his neck. "I did, yes. Hmm… Did you?"
Lydia purses her lips. "Mmm hmm."
"How's your arm?" he asks, noticing a swelling there underneath the sleeve.
"It's alright. It feels far number than hurt, to be honest," she tells him. "And it's a little swollen, but I guess it's to be expected."
Stiles reaches out for her absently, brushing his thumb in comfort over where she's hurt, letting out a sigh. "Just promise me you won't face Malia if she shows up to school today. Please."
Lydia nods immediately, knowing that what happened the day before was partially her fault too. "I promise. I should have never answered her like that in the first place."
Stiles nods in acknowledgement, letting go of her with a small smile on his lips. "Should we uh-" he mumbles, tilting his head in the school's direction.
"Yeah," Lydia replies with an almost shy - but nonetheless - smirk, cheeks turning pinker again. "I need to stop by my locker before first period."
They start walking side by side, close but trying their best not to touch. "Is this awkward?" he asks reluctantly as they climb up the stairs that lead to the entrance, his tone low so that no one listens in, wondering if things have changed for the worse between them since last night because it's not like they have the best of luck very often. "And I feel like everyone's watching us."
They are, ever since Stiles climbed down of the Jeep. Lydia shakes her head, pursing her lips in a smile. "Two friends should be able to walk to class together, right? Not that we're… Not more than that, but you know what I mean. And I don't care what they think."
Stiles opens the door for her, letting Lydia enter the hallway first. "It's being really hard for me not to touch you," he lets out honestly, shoving his hands in his pockets to resist temptation.
Lydia chuckles. "I know. It's not being any easier for me," she laughs, moving the slightest bit closer to him as they make their way to their lockers. "My mom asked about you this morning," Lydia murmurs, embarrassed. "Said you looked really worried last night when she let you in."
Stiles blushes hard, remembering what Natalie had thought he was there to do with her daughter. "Did she uh- Did she say anything else?"
Lydia tilts her head. "Like what?"
"Like… Has she asked about what happened?" Stiles lets out a breath, a little anxious. "Between us? Last night?"
"Oh, she has. Wouldn't shut up about it over breakfast. Wanted to know everything."
Stiles chuckles to dissipate his nerves. "And hmm… What did you tell her?"
Lydia purses her lips again, her anxious tell showing. "I told her that we figured a few things out. Aside from that, I didn't tell her anything."
Stiles smiles softly, relieved. "My dad waited up until I got home. Told me I looked really stressed out when I left. Was even wondering if he should call Scott to check up on me. I didn't tell him anything either, though."
For now, whatever they have going on between them is just theirs and they want to keep it that way.
After so long, it feels right, exactly as it should be for the time being.
"You didn't tell him you were coming to see me?"
Stiles scratches his jaw. "Lets just say I wasn't being too eloquent before I left. I was really worried that you weren't answering your phone."
Lydia lets her free hand brush his as they walk when he relaxes his arm. "It won't happen again, I promise."
Stiles nods and smiles, stopping and leaning against the locker next to Lydia's. "I was really worried," he teases.
"Oh, I know," she mocks, whispering "I noticed" with a cunning smile while putting away some of her books quickly, starting to walk again in a minute. The blush on her cheeks gives him life. "Are you gonna walk me to every class now?" she asks teasingly, eyes sparkling at the idea.
It's not like someone has ever done that for her before.
"Not all classes," he replies jokingly. "Only if I'm not making out with Scott somewhere. Priorities, you know…"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to interrupt your boy time," she chuckles, bumping his arm with her shoulder and making a turn, spotting her classroom already.
"You'd never," he murmurs lightheartedly. "Friends can walk each other to class, right?"
Lydia nods, stopping close to the door of her classroom but still to the side enough that her classmates can't see them. "I believe so, yes."
He stares at her for her a moment, how her fingers tap erratically on her notebooks in agitation. "I was thinking maybe we could study together after school today…"
Stiles leaves it in the air as a question and Lydia looks up at him, finding herself smugly biting on her lower lip before giving in to a full grin. "We'll see about that…"
Stiles chuckles, blushing softly. "Don't you get any ideas. I do mean studying…"
"Of course you do," she teases, leaning slightly towards him.
Stiles leans in too, but refrains from being too close just in case someone is watching them. "I actually do. But after studying, who knows…"
They lock eyes for a moment that feels endless before Lydia looks around, finding only two boys at the end of the hallway engaged in conversation and no one else, gathering the courage to tug at Stiles' shirt for leverage to peck his cheek just when the bell rings and before more people flood the hallway, chastely and taking longer than she probably should be kissing him since they're trying to lay low.
But the thing is that they're friends. They're more than that now, but first and foremost they are friends. They should be able to spend time together, talk, hold hands, touch and kiss each other's cheek as they please, and it's no one's goddam business.
"Maybe we can talk about it over lunch and make plans?" she asks just to make sure, her hand lingering on his chest.
Stiles grins, squeezing her hand in return with a smug smile on his lips before taking a step back to leave for his own classroom. "I'll see you then."
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A/N: Feel free to leave me a review to let me know what you're thinking of the story so far.
Until next time xx
Susana