fic request: anonymous asked The prompt is not mine but could you do it? Here it goes:i have this headcanon that stydias first time would include a very excited but nervous stiles who makes a big deal out of it and lights candles and makes the bed all nice and puts on cheesy music and when lydia comes into the room her eyes widen and stiles will suddenly get that look on his face when he notices and say ''yep i overdid it im sorry i just couldnt stop'' and she'll laugh a little but find it cute at the same time.

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Lydia closed the door behind her, hanging her keys on the small rack above the end table to the right of the door and setting down her purse on the table. "Mom?" she called out as she took a few steps further into the house, stopping to slide off her heels. "Mom?" When there was no answer, she sighed and bent down to take off her shoes, remembering that her mother was at some sort of teaching conference in San Francisco for the weekend. She was actually relieved that her mother was gone because right now, all she wanted to do was lay in her bed and possibly cry.

Things had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front, so she'd finally had the guts to tell Stiles how she felt and, surprisingly, he still felt the same way. They've been officially dating for three months today, and he hadn't remembered. Usually she wouldn't care about this sort of thing, most of her relationships not even meeting the three-month mark, but for some reason, she kind of expected him to at least say something about it. Early on in their relationship, they had decided to take things slowly considering they had both just jumped into their previous relationships. This meant more than that; this was love. This was real.Or, at least she thought it was.

Dragging herself up the staircase, she started down the hallway until she reached her door. Opening it, she lifted her head and froze in the open doorway, her heels thumping on the carpet after she let them slip from her hold. Her eyes scanned her bedroom, taking everything in. Lamps all turned off, the only thing that lit up the darkness surrounding her was the dozens of candles with small, flickering flames. Her bed looked the same as it did this morning after she'd made it, and there were rose petals strewn all over her hardwood floors. Music played in the background and her eyes searched the room, landing on Stiles' phone plugged into her portable speaker; she couldn't tell what song it was, but it was soft and slow, fulfilling its purpose of giving the room a romantic feel. And standing in the middle of the room was Stiles, his hands fidgeting at his sides as he shifted in place, suddenly feeling nervous and uncomfortable.

More time must've gone by than Lydia thought because Stiles started to speak, his voice unsure, "Happy three-month anniversary?" She stared at him blankly, her mouth opening and closing multiple times as she tried to come up with something to say. Mistaking her silence for annoyance or maybe even anger, Stiles closed his eyes, scrunching up his face and wringing his fingers together, "Is this too much? It's too much. Dammit! Scott said it was too much, I should've listened to him but, can you blame me? When is Scott ever right? I'm the one who's always right, but I guess that apparently only applies to my strange ability to sense evil."

He started shaking his head, ignoring Lydia when she said his name, "Nope, I overdid it. I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop. I think it's because I've been in love with you since we were nine so I've built up this moment so much in my head. Not that I expected this to be a moment! Like, it's not like I did all of this just so that you'll have sex with me. Not that I don't wantyou to have sex with me, I do! I didn't do all of this justfor that, I just -"

"- Stiles!" Lydia interrupted, yelling his name for the third time.

He slammed his mouth shut, breathing in through his nose with closed eyes. Opening them again, his face softened as he noticed the tears nearly leaking from his girlfriend's eyes. "Oh shit," he muttered before taking a step towards her, lifting his hands as if to touch her arms, but he didn't fully close the distance between them. He looked at her with worried eyes, "Lyds, I'm so sorry. Please don't cry."

"No, I'm," she shook her head, letting out a laugh as she swiped away a tear with her finger before it had the chance to trail down her cheek. "I'm not crying because I'm upset. I'm crying because no one has ever done something like this for me."

Stiles let out a relieved sigh at her assurance that she wasn't upset with him before furrowing his brows at her. "Wait, what? Seriously?"

"Seriously," she nodded.

"That's ridiculous. Lydia, you're the most amazing person I've ever known, and those guys? They never deserved you."

"I don't deserve you," she countered, taking a step towards him and placing a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her touch.

Stiles lifted a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, thumb stroking over her cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled. "Happy three-month anniversary." She leaned up on her toes, connecting their lips in a slow kiss, fingers crawling from where they rested on his chest to the back of his neck and threading through the short strands of his hair. The kiss grew more intense when their tongues tangled together and Stiles wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body as close as possible to his own.

Moving her hands back down his chest, Lydia pushed him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of her bed and he fell onto the mattress, detaching their lips in the process. He leaned on his forearms and stared up at her, eyes roaming over her body as her hands deftly lifted the hem of her dress, ridding herself of the garment. Dress falling to the floor somewhere behind her, she smirked down at him when his jaw nearly fell open at the sight of her in just a bra and panties before she lifted herself onto the bed, knees bracketing his hips as she straddled his lap.

She leaned down and kissed Stiles once before trailing her lips across his jaw and over to his neck. Her hands just started to fiddle with the button of his jeans when his hands flew to cover hers and stop her movements. "Lyds. Lydia, wait," he breathed out.

Pulling away, Lydia leaned over him with furrowed brows, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing, I just," he stopped, eyes refusing to meet hers.

She lifted a hand to his cheek, making him to look at her, "Tell me."

Stiles sucked in a deep breath, trying to build up the nerve to say what he knew was embarrassing. "I just… I've only ever dated one person and I know that you haven't - which isn't a bad thing, it doesn't matter to me. Anyway, I just, I'm not as… experienced as you. And I don't want to -"

"- Stiles," she cut him off with a soft voice, forcing him to meet her eyes again. "That doesn't matter to me. All those other times, it was different. They were nothing compared to this," she whispered. Their eyes locked and she melted into him at the intensity in his whiskey colored orbs. Shaking her head, Lydia let a small smile pull up the corners of her mouth, "They were nothing compared to you." Leaning down, she connected their lips in a passionate kiss, hands gravitating back to the button of his jeans and the hem of his t-shirt, the soft sounds of music and the soft glow of candles carrying them into the night.