I just wanted to thank those who have favourited/followed it means so so much! Also I love reviews as well so don't feel shy about those. This is set a few years after the first chapter so Lydia and Stiles have been dating for a while now. Also Kira and Scott are together, so are Issac and Malia, as well as Derek and Braedon- they also have a child and Hayden and Liam are a thing.
I'm sorry for the long update I've been so busy but I hope to keep updates regular! I haven't proof read because I just really wanted to get this chapter out there so forgive me for spelling/grammar errors. It won't usually be like this I promise! :)
Another thing is the 'M' rating applies to this chapter, and it probably will for most chapters so be warned.
The story throughout will be set in Lydias POV. I really hope you like this!
I sigh as I stand before the full length mirror in our room that is about a metre wide and 5ft high. Unsatisfied. Unsatisfied with my hair, my outfit, my make-up and my shoes.
A thin strapped pale pink dress sits on my body with a high rise leg cut on my left hand side. A piece of ribbon the same pink wraps around the middle of the dress and the boob support... Well it just about supports my boobs. My shoes are silver strappys that are 4 inches high. My hair is straightened and luckily I managed to maintain my volume. My make-up is its usual: foundation, powder, contour, eye-shadow, eyeliner and eyebrows. Simple. Okay so maybe I shouldn't be 'unsatisfied' but I like everything to be perfect, and I'm not feeling as though I look 'perfect'.
Today is Kira and Scott's rehearsal dinner for their wedding, which is tomorrow, there was a lot of protest from all of the pack about having a rehearsal dinner. No-one saw the point, you don't practise every day to eat your dinner so what was the difference now? But it was their wedding, not anyone elses. They had their bachelor and bachelorette parties a couple of nights ago, they didn't want to do it the night before so that they weren't hungover for their wedding. But if this was me I would know not to get absolutely fucked out of my mind on the eve of my wedding. But never mind, not our wedding, theirs, I remind myself once again.
"Lydia are you ready? We have to be there in half hour!" Stiles calls from down the hall of our apartment. I sigh and give myself another look over in the mirror, at least I won't out do the bride to be, I look like shit. I fix the outfit with a small silver bracelet and matching earrings. I pick up my small white bag and sling the strap over my shoulder and walk out of the bedroom. Stiles stands by the door in a white button down shirt and tight but tailored black trousers. Polished shoes. Black tie. Hair spiked to perfection. Stubble growing in the right places. The kind of Stiles that turns me on.
"I look like shit." I sigh as I walk closer to him. He looks up at me then, his eyes running over my body, making my heart thump against my chest, in a good way.
"Are you kidding me?" He chokes out, he gestures with his hands to my body and he smirks. I roll my eyes at him and grab the keys from the shelf next to our door but before I get there his lips are pressed to mine and I smile into the kiss. He puts a hand under my chin to make our lips in line with one another. He's stirring something inside, the way our tongues are dancing with one another. Why do we have to be going somewhere in the next half hour?
I hook my hands around the back of his neck and allow myself a couple of minutes of bliss before pulling away. My hands roam through the end of his hair, and his hands travel down my body, finding themselves resting on my ass. I sigh into his mouth.
It always took a while when we were first going out to get used to him touching me in places like my ass. He would touch or squeeze my ass and my mind would be like 'why is Stiles' hands on my ass?' Then I would reply to myself and be like 'Well you're together now, duh?'.
I lick the roof of his mouth and he smiles and pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine and I worry about my make-up coming off.
"You most definitely do not look like shit," Stiles whispers. God why does he have to whisper? It makes him sound so seductive and certainly ten times more attractive.
Half hour. Half hour is enough time to have sex and get to the restaurant, isn't it?
I bite my lip and my thighs rub together self consciously as I feel my heat growing. He must hear the skirt of the dress rustle as I do that because his eyes flicker down to my legs then quickly back up to my eyes. I find myself blushing despite him being my boyfriend of four years, he knows everything about how to get me turned on, and the signs when I am, but for some reason I feel as though I shouldn't be turned on right now.
"You know we're gonna be late?" Stiles says, his lips brushing mine as he whispers softly. His lips are turning up into this sexy, small smile that I don't think he realises he does.
I know that. Something inside me deflates, I want him. I need him, like right now.
"You know it doesn't take me long," I tell him in a sing-song voice.
He nods and then I catch his lips with mine, sucking his bottom lip, trying to lure him into the bedroom. I feel something twitch against my leg.
I smirk, so does he.
Then he pushes me against the wall gently and kisses me, full on with everything he's got. I smile and run my fingers through his hair as I pull his face closer. I can smell his cologne, Giorgio Armani, a Christmas present from last year. I kiss his neck lightly, then suck his earlobe- slowly teasing him.
"Lyds, we don't have time for the whole tease thing." Stiles laughs gently. I laugh too and look back at him, hiking my leg around his waist.
"That's a shame, I know you like it." I laugh.
"You know I do, just not when we have to have sex within the next five minutes," Stiles laughs against my mouth, i kiss him then and pull him into our bedroom by the collar of his shirt.
When we're in our room I slam the door shut with the heel of my foot, then I unbutton his shirt as he kisses my neck. His shirt falls to the floor and then he's unzipping my dress as I work his belt. I hope our clothes don't crease.
"Four minutes" Stiles murmurs against my mouth. Efficient Stiles, God I love him. I kick my shoes off and lean back onto the bed, Stiles following my lead, holding me carefully, tightly but not too tight.
My foot slides up his leg, around his bum, and he un-clips my bra and i shimmy out of my panties.
"Stiles," I sigh into his lips, "We need a condom."
He fumbles for one, the way he does every time we have sex. And then we make sure those four minutes are put to good use.
"You're one minute late!" Kira whines the minute we walk into the reception where their dinner is being held.
"Sorry I got stuck in traffic," I come up with lamely, Kira rolls her eyes and ushers us to our seats.
"I wasn't aware my name was 'Traffic'?" Stiles teases as we take our seats, I laugh at him and nudge him gently. This is pretty usual for us, we have sex frequently because thats just the way our relationship is, and I love it especially since he's so good at it. He also makes jokes about it, its become part of his humour.
Out of the pack and as far as couples go, Scott and Kira are the only ones who have made something official. Me and Stiles are still just girlfriend/boyfriend as well as Malia and Issac, although they've only been dating for about two years. However Derek and Braedon are married and are expecting their first child very soon, but they're more of an older generation of the pack, so it doesn't count.
I hope one day me and Stiles get married, maybe have kids. Stiles always fantasised about that to me and it made my heart swell and my eyes water. The way he spoke about our future made me think that maybe it would some kind of blissful haze. But ever since Kira and Scott got engaged which was about six months ago he went really quiet about it, most nights when we lie in bed we would twlk about it, he would tell me how we're going to get married in this very fancy manor house that has rose gardens, then how we'll have children, apparently 3, and they'll all have my hair, my brains and his sarcasm. I tell him he has other qualities that are just as good as his sarcasm, he doesn't think so.
There's always one thought that niggles me ever since Scott and Kira got engaged is that now that he's saw how much stress the wedding has caused them, maybe he doesn't want to get married after all, and maybe he thinks kids will be even more stressful.
We're served a three course meal, this is what we'll be tucking into tomorrow. Our starter is Salad of Smoked and Kiln Roasted Salmon with Fennel and Apple Remoulade and Watercress Mayo. Which is disgusting, for one I hate salmon- I hate fish in general. Second the apple remoulade is very sharp, and the watercress mayo is running. Everyone else seems to be enjoying it, except me and Stiles.
"You can't even call this food." He jokes as he poke his fork at some salmon.
"I thought Kira had said their caterers and their menu was to die for, she said its what celebrities had." I tell Stiles, it's true this is what she had told me but this is just a other level.
"Well clearly celebrities don't have any tast and like getting food poisoning." Stiles laughs, I make a face at him and he laughs at me.
"Our breaths are going to stink like fish if we eat this," I tell him, my nose turning up at the smell. Also one of the reasons I hate fish- the smell.
"Then don't eat it," Stiles says under his breath as I watch him look at Scott and Kira then slip some salmon into a tissue, he folds it, pretends to wipe his mouth with it then rests the fishy tissue on his leg. "You gotta put it in your purse."
"Fuck off," I say as he eyes the strap of it that hangs on the back of my chair, his eyes dart to mine and he smiles, one of his 'Please Lyds...' Smiles. I roll my eyes.
"I'll buy you a new one..." He says in a persuasive voice, I look at him for a moment, thinking of my options.
I could get a better bag out of him...but then we'll be stinking of fish all night...
"Whatever but if we start smelling like fish, its your fault." I warn him, he smiles, presses a kiss to my cheek and slides his meal into my bag. After he's taking out the car keys and both our phones- luckily I didn't bring my makeup bag with me. He does the same with mine. My bag now is full and I try my best not to gag at how gross it looks in there.
"What happens if the main meal is as gross as this?" I ask.
"Well for one, we won't come to their wedding tomorrow if thats the case, second we're just going to have to tell them straight up- there's no way you're getting any more food in there." He says looking at my now very fat bag, trying keep his voice lowered in case Scott hears him. I look at Stiles and his lopsided grin then erupt in laughter, he looks at me for a second more then cracks up too, his eyes crinkling as he holds his chest. God who can look that gorgeous when they laugh? I'm pretty sure I look like a mix between a smiling horse and donkeys face when it has an orgasm when I laugh.
The night draws out slowly and we're served our main meal of Chicken Supreme Stuffed with Garlic Cream Cheese wrapped in Bacon with Herb Cream Sauce which tastes ten times better than the smelly salmon starter. We wait an hour after for dessert which I'm thankful for other wise I'll look like a balloon the way I easily bloat. Dessert is Warm Pear & Frangipane Tart which I don't like but Stiles does, he tells me to stop being 'Fussy' which annoys me a little. If anyone is fussy its him. Well maybe not.
Champagne glasses our refilled endlessly although Stiles stops after one because he's driving and I stop at three because I don't want a hangover for the wedding tomorrow. I'm maid of honour. Malia and Braedon are bridesmaids and Derek and Braedons daughter; Talia, is flower girl. Their daughter is three years old and, from what me and Stiles gather, wasn't planned. Shes adorable though: her skin is so golden it looks like shes spent her life in front the sun, her hair is black like Derek's hair and it hangs in ringlets. Shes so chubby and cute she makes me want kids.
"How did you guys like the food?" Kira asks as her and Scott sit down next to us, me and Stiles exchange a glance and then I say,
"It was nice actually, I really liked the garlic cream cheese thing.." I say trailing off, having to fight the urge to gag.
"Yeah it was all so yummy, we wished we went for that menu plan for tomorrow but-"
"Wait so we won't be eating that tomorrow?" Stiles cuts her off, leaning forward, his breath tickles my neck.
"No, that was more expensive if we did that two nights in a row." Kira says shrugging, something catches her eye from where Hayden and Liam are sat and she excuses herself and goes to talk to them. I wonder why we weren't all sat together.
"You really liked the food then?" Scott asks with his eyebrow arched as he slides into the seat that Kira was sat in.
"Mhmm." Me and Stiles say in unison.
Scott eyes us for a moment before breaking out into a grin, "Guys, I heard you from across the room," He laughs, "Lydia your bag must stink!"
I must blush because Scott pats my knee but him and Stiles laugh about it, "Its cool Lydia, I knew you two don't like fish anyway."
"I normally like fish!" Stiles says defensively, "But that salmon was just plain nasty."
"You know I can always just ask Liam to be my best man if you're going to keep running my food down.."
"You know I'm kidding bro," Stiles laughs and puts him on the back, keeping an arm on my waist as he leans over, his fingers trace small circles in my hip.
We talk for a while with Scott, none of us daring to bring Allison in. Its kind of like we play taboo in the pack, if you say the name Allison you're out. I know with Scott it's hard, that's why we don't say it. Not because we've forgotten about her or that we think he still loves her but because the pain is too much. It always will be, I fear.
After about half hour of talking with him I say, "We better get going, don't want to be tired for the wedding."
"Yeah we'll be leaving soon," Scott says standing up, we stand with him and Stiles' hand travels to my back. His warm hand and long fingers, planted on the small of my back, reminding me of home.
"I better go and say goodbye to your mom and my dad actually," Stiles says, "One minute." And he leaves for across the room. Melissa and The Sheriff got married about two years ago when we were halfway through college. We were all so happy, especially since this meant Scott and Stiles would be literal brothers now.
"So, are you nervous for tomorrow," I say playfully, knocking my arm against his, "Not getting cold feet, are we?"
"Me? Getting cold feet?" Scott laughs and I give him a smile, "There's nothing to be nervous about."
I nod and then joke, "Are you sure you're going to say the right name? Don't want it to be like friends when Ross says Rachel's name at the alter instead of Emily's."
I immediately regret saying it and I feel my cheeks burn. Scott's face flinched only slightly, but I can tell he thought the comment stung.
"Fuck. I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong." I say apologetically, Scott offers me a smile and I know he doesn't mind. If anyone can make you feel like you didn't just make a mistake it's Scott.
"I know. It would be kind of funny though, saying the dead girls name at my wedding." Scott jokes. Now I'm the one that's hurt. 'Dead girl'. After those few years they were in love is that how he refers to her now?
"Lydia, you know I don't think of her like that." Scott says. Now its his time to apologise. He pulls me imto a hug and I accept it. If anyone loved her most out of the pack it was us two. Me and him. The Alpha and The Banshee. The lover and the friend.
"It's okay. I guess we've both been thinking about her then?" I say as we pull back. Scott nods but before we can further our talk Stiles returns.
"Ready?"
"Yeah c'mon." I say. I hug Scott goodbye, go over to hug Kira goodbye and just wave to other people. Not really bothering seeming as I'll see them again tomorrow.
We walk out to Stiles' jeep. Yes, we still have his jeep. No matter how hard I begged and tried to convince him to get rid of it he just wouldn't give Roscoe up. So we came to an agreement, we'd use his jeep and my car. My nice, midnight blue Volvo instead of his tacky blue jeep. Well maybe not a 'tacky blue' but still. One of his counter points was the time we spent the night in Roscoe, one steamy hot night, which I admit, was good. Really good.
He drives us home, and my mind drifts off to Kira and Scott's wedding. Me being Maid Of Honour. When she first asked me I was so shocked, I always thought she preferred Malia over me. But she had told me how (apparently) I was the one who a,ways made her feel welcome, and that she was so grateful of my advice when Allison died and she fancied Scott. Then I think of Allison. Bouncy brown locks. Wide smile. Contagious laugh. How did she even go that quickly?
I dismiss the thoughts and just focus on the road that goes past the window. Focus on the street lights. Stiles tapping his fingers against the wheel. Anything but Allison on such a special moment like this.
"Are you excited for tomorrow?" Stiles asks me as we walk into our apartment.
"Yeah, I guess," I tell him, thinking of the early start tomorrow. Its up and out to Kira and then Scott comes around and all the boys are at our apartment. "Are you?"
"Totally," Stiles says as he shakes off his jacket and loosens his tie and lets his shirt fall, "Can't wait to be awake at 6am and then deal with the nerves of Scott!" Stiles tells me, sarcasm ringing in his voice.
"You think Scott will be nervous?" I question, I put on my sleeping t-shirt and climb under the covers as I watch Stiles brush through his hair and put on sleeping sorts. He falls onto the bed and sighs, I throw the quilt over him and hug his side.
"Who can say," Stiles shrugs and he places a kiss on my head, his fingers tuck my hair behind my ears in a repetitive motion- the way he always does when we stay up late in bed talking.
"Are you jealous? that they're getting married?" Stiles asks. His voice changes tune and I look up towards him and his eyes settle on mine.
"Why would I be?"
"I don't know. I always thought that we would be the first ones to marry." Stiles tells me, his voice soft and gentle. My hearts pounding and I don't know what to say because we haven't spoke about this in ages. I didn't know that this was going to happen.
"Oh.." I try my best to rack my brain for something, anything. I feel his heart beat through his chest and for some reason I feel awful. I should be saying something cute or romantic to let him know that I still want to marry him and I don't know why he ever stopped talking about it.
"Maybe one day," Stiles whispers to me softly. I nod and feel tears sting my eyes, I bite my lip and nestle into his chest. Maybe he never completely dismissed the idea of marriage, at least I have that tot hang on to. I close my eyes drift off heavily, dreaming about me and Stiles.