"Whoa. Lydia where did you learn that?" Scott asks, the two teens lying in bed together covered in sweat, underneath a thin blanket.
"Well there were some articles I read while in Paris." Lydia tells him grinning, leaning into his side after their most recent round of wild sex throughout her families lake house.
"Thank you, perverts of paris." Scott says jokingly.
"Yeah that was quite exhilarating." Lydia agrees, kissing him once.
"We have to drive back tonight, you know that right?" Lydia says.
"Yeah I know." Scott replies disappointed.
"But! that means we still have half a day to ourselves." Lydia tells him, smiling sexily.
"I really am wondering if one of us can still drive after this weekend." Scott says.
"I already can't. Mr. were-eagle with limitless stamina and libido will have to be my designated driver." Lydia tells him, interweaving her hand with his.
|lemon|
"Fine. Mrs Martin, I am your driver Scott can you show me in what position you like to be seated?" Scott asks jokingly while rolling them over, lying on top of her with the blanket falling to the floor.
"Driver, I can only show you in what positions I like to be bedded." Lydia replies while grinning.
"I can figure out the seat positions with that information. Please show me." Scott says seductively.
"What a diligent driver I have. How about some hands on experience." Lydia says, getting on all fours and pushes her round ass against his already once again hard cock.
"Thank you ma'am." Scott says, sheathing himself inside his girlfriend's pussy after putting on protection.
"A good worker needs to be rewarded afterall." Lydia mewls, Scott fucking her doggystyle.
"Driver, how about you feel my body to get more information." Lydia says and Scott starts rubbing and groping her erotic body.
"Thank you ma'am. I couldn't be happier to have you as my exclusive customer." Scott pants into Lydia's ear while his hands find her breasts and start tweaking her nipples, making her gasp sexily.
"Scott, don't stop." Lydia shouts in approval while Scott teases her nipples and pummels her pussy with his stiff cock.
"No problem." Scott replies grunting while keeping up the actions until Lydia screams loudly, coming hard.
"If you're gonna be that loud in our homes we're gonna have a problem." Scott remarks, kissing over Lydia's back.
"Don't worry. I can always scream into a pillow." She chuckles, turning around and pushing him to a sittting position, starting to ride him for what feels like the hundredth time that weekend.
"You are so hot inside me." Lydia moans into his shoulder.
Scott grabs her ass tightly and joins her hip movements, deepening the penetration and making them both moan over and over until they both come wrapped in a tight embrace.
|That evening|
"I swear if I can't walk tomorrow I'm gonna be pissed." Lydia sighs, her legs feeling tired and like jelly after their weekend of nearly endless sex and pleasure.
"This weekend was your idea babe." Scott says chuckling while driving them home.
"Yes but I didn't take your were-eagliness into account. Who expects a guy to still be refreshed after he came 5 times." Lydia chuckles.
"You didn't seem to mind at the time." he replies grinning.
"I don't. I just don't want people to literally be able to see you fucked me until I can't walk." Lydia says with a pout.
"Yeah, I don't want that either." Scott agrees.
"Really?" She asks curious as to why.
"The guys already know you're a bombshell and if you look like a sex goddess as well I'll get incredibly jealous." Scott says, squeezing her half-exposed thigh underneath her skirt.
"Yeah well don't palm at me where people can see the marks." She chuckles, sliding his hand further up her thigh until it's directly at her hip.
"I will keep that in mind." He says softly rubbing her thighs in circles.
"Thanks babe." Lydia says sighing relaxed and closing her eyes while her hand is still loosely wrapped around his forearm.
Scott's fingers slide closer to her panties clad entrance and she jerks his arm back to her thigh.
"Don't you dare start again." She chuckles, opening one eyes to look at him and then , hugs herself against his arm.
"Oh but you can tease me, huh?" Scott asks feeling himself get aroused from the feeling of her breasts against his arm.
"Just a bit of payback." She says, giving his cheek a peck before sitting back in her seat, simply interweaving their fingers with their hands resting in between their seats.
"Thank you for helping me." Scott says gratefully after a bit of silence.
"Always." She says, looking at him full of love and Scott squeezes her hand tightly, just enough so that it's comfortable.
|next day at school|
"I regret helping you." Lydia moans in pain, dragging her feet over to the table Scott and Stiles are sitting at with their lunch.
"Are you OK, what happened?" Scott asks worried, pulling a chair out for her.
"PE." Lydia whines, slumping down against the table.
"I was never so embarrassed to run so slow." She groans.
"Scott pulls her chair close and puts her legs over his lap, carefully massaging her sore muscles.
"Thanks." She sighs in relief.
"She helped you? The hell? Allison and I also are having trouble after that damn ice bath and you cut us out?" Stiles complains.
"In this case, yes." Scott says.
"Jerk. How did you help him Lydia? I need help too." Stiles whines.
"Uhh, no." She says rejecting his request.
"You too, just what the hell did... Ohhhh, I see. Yeah I guess that'd be a bit far to go for helping out." Stiles says grinning mischievously.
"Stiles choose your words carefully." Scott warns his brother figure, a kanima tail pulling Stiles chair away from below before disappearing in Scott's back again.
"Harsh." Stiles complains, getting back up and sitting down again.
"Anyways what were you talking about?" Lydia asks.
"The case. My dad said the car was never moved. It's still in the woods. I have GPS coordinates for it." Stiles tells her.
"Can we go tomorrow?" Lydia asks, rubbing her legs along with Scott.
"You can sit this one out. We will fill you in tomorrow if we find something." Scott tells her, squeezing her hand.
"Alright. But I'm telling you. Big mistake not taking the genius with you." Lydia says proudly.
"I know but Stiles's father is pressed for time." Scott tells her, giving her a kiss on her cheek.
"McCall! Quit rubbing it in." The group and most students in the cafeteria then hear the Coach yell annoyed walking by the couple with his coffee.
After school Scott has to go to work and they decide to meet up with Stiles afterwards to go look for the car wreck.
"Come on dude tell me, what exactly did Lydia do that helped you?" Stiles presses as the two boys are walking through the woods, lighting the way with flashlights.
"Drop it, I will never tell you." Scott groans annoyed.
"Fine." Stiles gives in.
"And its not like I don't get the visions. I just can deal with them for the most part, without being frozen in fear." Scott replies.
"Is it wrong that that makes me a little bit happy?" Stiles asks cheekily.
"Yes. Yes it is." Scott replies, laughing lightly.
"How much further?" Scott asks, peeking onto his friend's phone where a map shows them coming closer their target location.
"I'd say behind that hill." Stiles replies, pointing at the raised patch of ground in front of them.
"What does your dad hope to find anyways? If it was a werewolf it's likely he's long left Beacon Hills leaving us no real way to track them." Scott asks.
"He just wants to do it right, before your dad screws him over alright?" Stiles replies sullenly.
"Alright, just saying we probably..." Scott says, the two walking towards the car that is now in eye sight, the wreck lying on its hood with large scratches all around.
"What?" Stiles asks, seeing him stop and freeze up while staring into a treeline behind the wreck.
"I thought I saw something." Scott says, shrugging his shoulders and they continue onwards, Stiles looking into the car while lying on the leaf covered ground, spotting something sticking out of a side compartment.
"Wait here is something." Stiles says, reaching inside the car and tugging until a talking doll comes lose and he tosses it out of the car in panic when it starts talking.
"You OK?" Scott asks shy of falling into full blown laughter.
"Just fine." Stiles says embarrassed, getting up and dusting himself off before picking up the doll.
"Well this definitely wasn't a normal animal." Scott says, holding his hand to some scratch marks, the two lining up almost perfectly.
"Great so there is a psycho shifter killing families." Stiles groans.
"Shh. Be quiet." Scott tells his friend shutting him up while Scott shifts, his hair gaining combed back feathers and his eyes glowing red.
"What?" Stiles whispers and Scott glares at him, before jerking his head around and running off into the woods.
"What's going on?" Stiles shouts panicking.
"There is something watching us." Scott shouts back before disappearing from view.
Scott running after a coyote that dashes through the woods at incredible speeds.
Scott only keeping up because he shifted.
Scott sees the Coyote jump over a large crevice without trouble and he leaps up as well, gaining his wings and gliding to a stop in front of the surprised animal.
Scott sees its blue glowing eyes, which remind him of Derek and is distracted by it long enough for the Coyote to escape.
Scott curses himself internally and flies up over the treeline and flies towards where he can see a light zipping around, which he assumes is Stiles freaking out, proven right when he lands behind the teen and Stiles yells panicking before hitting Scott with his flashlight.
"Dude, calm down." Scott tells him, rubbing his head while shifting back to human.
"Calm down he says after scaring me shitless." Stiles groans dramatically, leaning against the car wreck.
"Yeah." Scott says smirking.
"So what was watching us." Stiles asks.
"A coyote. But it was a shapeshifter." Scott answers.
"And you know that how? Did you see who it was?" Stiles asks.
"No, but it had blue glowing eyes." Scott replies, starting to head back to Stiles's jeep with his brother figure.
"Great. So it's safe to assume that it killed the Tates?" Stiles asks.
"I guess? But it seemed scared more than anything." Scott answers.
"Yeah, I feel the same way." Stiles remarks, making Scott laugh.
"So now what?" Stiles asks.
"You tell your dad what we found out and we need to talk to Deaton tomorrow after school." Scott says.
"What about Lydia? Are you gonna tell her?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah why?" Scott asks.
"Look, she might be a banshee, whatever that means but she can't heal like you. As a matter of fact, neither can I." Stiles tells him.
"You mean she'd be safer if I kept her out of it?" Scott asks thoughtfully.
"Yeah." Stiles replies with a shrug.
"Maybe you're right. But I have a good thing going with Lyds. and the thing is she isn't safe anyways. When she falls into a trance she has no control and is totally vulnerable." Scott tells him.
"Right, there is that." Stiles agrees.
"And don't underestimate my girlfriend. She can kick your ass easily." Scott teases him, shoving his shoulder playfully.
"Hah, as if." Stiles says in denial.
"Dude, I spend at least 2 hours a week training her to defend herself." Scott tells Stiles.
"Yeah, well I have my bat!" Stiles insists.
"First of all, that is my mothers bat and secondly she has the kanima dagger I made for her." Scott reminds him.
"Why are you so defensive about this?" Scott asks.
"I don't know what I bring to the table. If you compare me with Lydia... I have nothing she can't do better." Stiles sighs.
"Maybe but I need you both, her as a voice of reason and if you wouldn't drag me into these dumb situations, we still wouldn't know that Peter was the Alpha." Scott tells Stiles supportively, patting his shoulder.
"Yeah. Right, I am the risktaker daredevil here." Stiles says gaining confidence until the doll he took with him talks again and Stiles tosses his bag away in panic.
"Nice moves you daredevil." Scott chuckles, wrapping an arm around Stiles shoulder brotherly before they continue on to their ride.