Okay so this chapter is a long one! I have decided on the plot for this story and how it will play out. So after this chapter (hopefully) the plot will thicken a bit.

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"Kira I told you, you shouldn't of drank that much last night!" I groan at Kira as I try to force her awake as she lies, scrunched up in bed with last nights make-up on.

"I didn't even drink that much! When did you see me drink?" Kira mumbles as she turns her face into her pillow. It's true I don''t remember seeing her drink, maybe I seen her holding a glass of champagne but... maybe she didn't drink. Her cheeks are flushed and I can smell her morning breath. Nice. I roll Kira in an attempt to wake her up but all she does is bat my hand away. I look at the time 07:03AM. She gets married in a few hours and soon all of the girls will be here too. I stare helplessly at her hungover body, so I think of the only cure I know that shakes a hangover off. Cold water. I walk down into their kitchen and search for a washing bowl. I fill the bowl up with cold tap water then, carry it as carefully as possible up the stairs trying my best not to spill it over her carpet. Then as I step into her bedroom I splash the water over her body. Her eyes snap open and she bolts up in bed. Her eyes glow orange and she looks at me like she might be regretting her decisions in making me maid of honour. I stand back and drop the bowl onto the floor and offer her a smile. Okay maybe that wasn't the best thing to do... But at least it's woke her up.

"Oops, sorry." I say and laugh a little, Kira frowns at me and gets up from her water soaked bed. Her hair hangs in strings, shaping her face, and her clothes hug at her body, wrinkled and wet.

"I'm getting in the shower, change the bed sheets will you?" Kira asks. I nod and when she leaves I make a face at her then start stripping her bed sensing a lot of dirty looks this morning from her. When shes finished and walks out in a long baggy T-shirt her mood seems to of improved and she starts getting all her make-up out ready for her to do. Although I asked and offered and begged her to let me do her make-up she still insisted on doing it herself, which bugged me a little. I'm perfectly fine at doing make-up.

"Are you wearing perfume or something?" Kira asks me, I nod, I only put a little on, its not even for the wedding, I plan on showering here before it. "It stinks." She says her face turning up. I give her a weird look and turn back to my mirror, rolling my eyes.

"So, are you excited?" I ask her as I prepare my make up things. She shrugs and sighs, turns and looks at me.

"I am, obviously but I don't know if Scott is, I mean I'm not his first love, for one." Kira worries. She bites her lip as she waits for me to answer, and I'm at a loss for words because I understand why she may be worrying. It's not completely unreasonable. And if I was Scott I would be thinking of Allison a bit too today.

"Well, the thing is with Scott, I think he always thought that he was gong to marry Allison, no matter how many times they argued. So when she died it was obviously hard for him because he saw a future with the girl but I guess he didn't even think it was possible for him to love someone again. But he did. And believe me the way Stiles has been telling me about Scott, he is thrilled to be marrying you. I mean who wouldn't?" I tell her as reassuringly as I can. Kira smiles and nods as if shes trying to convince herself that I'm right. But the truth is if I was her I guess I would be a little anxious too, maybe for a night of emotional roller-coasters, but I know Scott will keep it together.

"Believe me, you needn't worry." I wink at her and she laughs a little then gets back to making herself up. I look at Kira a beat longer and turn my attention back to my mirror, my mind drifting to Allison. Wondering if shes watching Scott do this, if shes happy or sad. Or if a dead person is even capable of having any emotions. I shake my head, dismissing the thought and let my mind drift to Stiles and Scott getting ready.

. . .

"Okay are you ready?" I ask Kira as we stand right in front of the church doors, where her life will change within the next hour or so. Kira looks a little pale but she tells me shes just excited, although I think she's nervous about it.

"No," Kira half laughs, half groans. Malia, from behind us laughs as she stands altering Kira's dress train. Kira's dress is a mermaid style, it hugs her body closely from her had to knee then flares out to the floor. The whole dress is embroidered with gems, and flowers and pearls and I must admit I am jealous of her dress. "He's going to sense my nerves from the minute I walk in."

"If it helps it wouldn't surprise me if he could smell them from here, you reek of anxiety." Malia chimes in, Kira rolls her eyes at her and I stifle a laugh. Talia, Baredon's girl stands peeping through the large marble doors that open up to the church main hall. Talia is dressed in a small delicate pink dress with small flowers the same colour decorating the top half of the dress. She looks adorable like that, her little ringlets are pinned up in a small braided up do and she has flowers in her hair, as well as flowers in a small basket she carries. I think Kira really wanted it to be known that that was her flower girl.

"Talia, don't do that, do you want your fingers to get trapped?" Braedon scolds, Talia's head snaps around when she hears her mothers disapproving tone, she walks away from the door and stands by her mother. I almost smile, Braedon is the one who should get disciplined, she carries a shotgun in the waist band of her panties. Malia, Braedon and I all wear the same dress, it's a silvery grey that's top half is decorated with sequins, the neck line dips low too, and I think that we've all secretly contoured our boobs and collar bones so that we look slimmer and bigger chested than we actually are, I know I have. The dresses go all the way down to the floor and flows out a bit after the waist. We all wear heels and our hair is curled. I must say, the wedding photos are going to look amazing.

"Kira-" Mr Yukimura's voice cuts in to our fussing, we all turn to look around and Kira's dad stands there with a tear in his eye and a hand stretched out for Kira, "It's time."

"Oh God." Kira breathes. I place a hand on her back in comfort.

"It'll be fine. It's an exciting and magical day." I tell her in hopes of making her calm, she nods and smiles, Talia takes her place by the door and enters, gently tossing red and pink and white rose petals on the floor of the service. I see Mr Yukimura give Kira a kiss on the cheek, then he whispers something into her ear. Maybe something like 'I'm proud of the woman you've become.' or at least that's what I hoped my dad would say at my wedding, not that he'll be here of course. Then Braedon and Malia position themselves on each side of Kira, a little behind her so that they can make sure the side of her dress stays padded out. Then I stand at the back, watching her train and making sure it doesn't crinkle or ruffle. The maid of honours duty apparently. The music starts and Kira begins walking, I see her hand shake slightly in her dads arm and I smile slightly. How exciting it must be to get married. When I'm walking through the door I straighten up and hold the flowers a little tighter. Then I spot Stiles stood right next to Scott, smiling at me. I return it. Then I quickly glance to Scott, he's smiling so warmly at Kira I wonder how she hasn't melted yet. My eyes land back on Stiles, still smiling, he winks at me then licks his upper lip like he usually does. It makes my stomach flip every time.

He wears a black suit with a smart tie, no creases in his shirt, collar folded nicely. He looks like a picture. If I was marrying him I don't think we would make it to the reception without his clothes coming off. And...and has he shaved? His chin looks noticeably smother and from where I stand, it lacks hair. Why did he think it was okay to do this without my permission? I lift my eyes back to his and frown at him slightly, he gives me a confused look so I just stare at the back of Kira's head and continue walking, deciding i'll talk about it to him later. Kira eventually reaches Scott and they both look like they couldn't think of anything more better than this. I stand to the side of her, facing Stiles who winks at me which makes my heart melt a bit.

And as Kira pulls away from an embrace with Scott I look down at her stomach and notice an ever so slight bump, you could mistake it for bloating really, but something inside me twitches that it might be something else.

. . .

"So when Scott first met Kira he couldn't make it any less obvious that he was interested," Stiles speaks in front of the wedding party, we've just dined into our main course that is far more delicious than last nights fish food. It's a Rack of Lamb cooked with Rosemary, on a Red Wine and Redcurrant Sauce with Parsnip Chips. And I'm not a fan of red wine but this sauce is the tastiest thing I've ever had. I devoured every last bit on my plate and Stiles told me he's never seen me eat so much.

"He would drool in History class," Stiles continues, there's a chorus of laughter as he speaks, if I can rely on anyone to make joke after joke and still get laughs out of it its Stiles. "Until one day I just grabbed him by the shoulder and said, "man, you have to grow a pair and ask her out". So he followed my fantastic, expert advice and did." Stiles states, shrugging.

"That did not happen!" Scott calls out, he's laughing and his cheeks are pink as he holds onto Kira's hand. Shes laughing to and her ears have turned pink, that's when I notice how she has a small plate of prawns and some fancy sauce in front of her. Did she not eat the lamb and red wine sauce? I wonder, out of curiosity, if she will be revealing anything tonight.

"Okay, okay," Stiles laughs as the room quietens down, "But even though I kept trying to dust Kira off of Scott's mind he was persistent, and I couldn't think of anyone who could of made him happier in the last few years." Stiles says, now the guests have tears swarm in their eyes and he continues to speak, "So before we toast, I want to acknowledge that one of our very important friends that couldn't of been here tonight. She died when she was 18 and it all effected us individually, but I know how happy she would be for Scott," He pauses and all of a sudden my throat feels tight and I just want to put my head on his shoulder and cry. "So, with that lets toast to Scott and Kira! The happy couple." He smiles and raises his glass and everyone drinks. I glance at Scott and see Kira whisper something to his ear, to which he nods and I lip read "I know.".

"Are you trying to make me cry?" I joke as Stiles sits down, he looks at me and smiles a little.

"Sorry? Was that out of line? God I knew I shouldn't of-"

"No, No, No it was beautiful, Stiles." I tell him and rub his hand. He nods and i press a kiss to his cheek. His smooth shaven face, that he most certainly shouldn't of shaved. Which reminds me, I still hadn't gotten an answer to that.

"So Stiles, why'd you shave?" I ask, as I rest my head on a fist, looking at him.

His lips curve into a smirk and he raises an eyebrow, "Scott told me too."

"So if Scott asked you to jump off a bridge would you?" I ask him with a small smirk.

"No, I wouldn't, Dad." Stiles shoots back, his voice full of tease. He smiles at me and wraps his arm around my waist as we sit. Then half hour later the desserts come out, Raspberry and Vanilla Seed Brulee accompanied with a Shortbread Biscuit which I enjoy, so does Stiles. And an hour later we go to the reception to party the night away.

. . .

I sit at a table by myself with a glass of champagne in my hand as I stare admiringly at Stiles. He stands near the bar with a bottle of beer in his hand as he talks to Scott, Liam, Derek and Issac. He's making wide hand gestures and Issac and Scott are both laughing, Derek however is trying his best to mask a smirk so he doesn't ruin his grumpy facade. Derek's ears are reddening by the minute and Liam has to clutch hold of Scott's shoulder to stop him from falling. What are they reminiscing about that's so funny?

Liam himself has grown into a handsome man, Hayden is lucky she got her hands on him when she did.

Stiles has abandoned his black jacket, and slung it over a bar stool. His sleeves are scruffily rolled up and I can see his arms. His damn arms that hold me so gently at night. His veins flex as he gestures with them and occasionally he lifts his arm to run a hand through his hair. Don't get me started on his hands. Long and traced with dark veins. Fingers so long that they can start at one of my ribs and end at the other.

"Lydia," Kira snaps me out of my aroused thoughts and I turn my attention to her, taking a sip from my drink. How many glasses have I had of this? 4? 5?

"Yeah, what's up?" I say as I try my best to peel my eyes away from Stiles' ass. I remind myself to compliment him on it, I don't think I ever have.

"So, I wanted to tell you something before everyone else new.." She says, I immediately look down at her stomach, my eyes linger for there too long and Kira whispers, "Do you know?"

"What?"

"You know I'm pregnant don't you?" Kira whispers, I don't know why shes worrying about anyone hearing, the music is loud and so is everyone's chatter, it is easily covering up our chat.

My heart races at the news and a smile lights up my face. Of course she was, I was right all along. But underneath all the 'I was right and no-one else figured it out' is pure excitement for her and Scott's new family. Her hands go to her stomach and she smiles.

"Kira! That's fantastic news!" I exclaim and pull her in for an embrace.

She laughs gently into my ear and nods, "How'd you know?"

"I just figured," I shrug as I hold onto Kira's hand, she raises an eyebrow so I elaborate, "You said how my perfume stunk, I didn't see you drink last night and you didn't touch your main course with the red wine sauce - which was divine by the way."

Kira sits there gob smacked, with her jaw hanging open, "Damn girl, hurry up and get that Fields Medal, will you?" Kira laughs as she pushes my arm gently.

I laugh her off and she smiles, "So are you happy about it?"

"I'm thrilled! It's just weird I guess, we are still pretty young." Kira shrugs, she looks a little anxious but underneath that she looks so, so happy about it.

"Who knows?"

"Only you, Scott was supposed to be telling Stiles but I don't know if he has yet." She says and then we both glance there way, this time Scott is talking, all the boys faces are deep in concentration as they focus on his words.

"You don't think he's telling all of them, do you?" I question, Kira keeps staring, "To be fair, Issac and Derek probably heard the heartbeat."

"I'm going to kill him if that's true." Kira jokes, then she looks at me and back at Stiles, "So why are you sat here by yourself? You're the maid of honour you're supposed to be dancing and greeting all of my guests!"

"I enjoy my own company," I answer Kira, then I add, "And have you ever noticed how nice Stiles' ass is?"

Kira tilts her head and looks, biting her lip, "Yeah, I guess running with wolves really does pay off."

"Right? How have we been together for four years and only now I notice it!" I exclaim, Kira laughs at me.

"How much have you drunk?"

"Too much" I tell her in her ear, she leans back and looks at me to laugh.

"I wouldn't go over there, they would all smell your arousal." Kira winks at me, I blush slightly and laugh.

"So when are you telling everyone about..you know what." I ask as I finish my glass of champagne. It goes down so smoothly there's no burn in my throat at all. I take another glass off of an oncoming waiter.

"Soon, maybe half hour," Kira shrugs, then she notices Malia coming over, "She doesn't know yet."

Malia sits down next to us in a two piece black dress, her hair hangs in curls that hangs just below her collar bones: she looks stunning.

"Hey, Malia." Kira chirps, she nods and sits in a chair. Me and Kira both exchange a glance, then I put a hand to my ears so that Kira gets what I mean, that she can hear the heartbeat anyway.

"What's that noise?" Malia sighs as she wiggles a finger in her ears, I raise my eyebrows and look at Kira.

"I'll see you later, I'll be back soon." I say and wink at Kira, then walk over to Stiles and the guys. I wonder if she will tell Malia or wait until it's announced.

As I approach Stiles I notice Hayden stood with Liam too, a hand held firmly in his. Stiles looks around as I walk closer and his eyes light up and his face breaks out into a smile. A smile that is so crooked that my heart melts.

"There's my girl," Stiles says, his voice raspy from alcohol and he pulls me into an embrace, I smile and sense everyone's eyes on us, "We were just talking about you."

"Oh really?" I question raising an eyebrow, I look at Scott and he laughs lightly.

"All good things I promise," Scott reassures me, I look at Stiles somewhat nervous but he doesn't give anything away, just a small smirk.

My mind wanders in curiosity and I desperately want to know what's been said. That reassuring smile from Scott was definitely mischievous and that smirk from Stiles, well I'm sure he did that because he knows how turned on I am right now but it was one of his trademarks, 'I have a plan'. Issac stands with a small smile on his face and Derek looks amused. Well now I feel awkward.

"Do you wanna go outside for a bit?" I ask Stiles after about ten minutes of chatting with the guys. He stands there with his face full of concentration and an arm around me and how am I supposed to resist? I've had far too much to drink, and so has he but the way his eyes have turned molten because of the intoxication has made me want to do things to him I've never had the urge to do. He agrees, then he runs a hand through his hair, that's already messed up as he says goodbye. Now they will definitely be able to smell my arousal.

We walk through the double doors of the reception to find the sun just going down, finding it strange how its still so early. It feels as though it should be 10 at night.

"I didn't know if I had chance to say but, you look amazing tonight." Stiles tells me as we walk into a garden full of carefully planted roses and harvested trees, we go past a stone wall that has vines growing on it so that we're away from the few scattered people that had taken walks around the hotel like we did.

"And did I tell you, you look handsome tonight?"I tell him too, with the same tone of casual charm.

"You didn't need to, the way your heart hammered against your chest when I hugged you was enough." Stiles replies, somewhat shyly as if he thought he had no right feeling my pulse when he pressed himself against me.

I stop to look at him and he casually leans against the wall, his eyes running over my body. I reach up at press a light kiss to his jaw.

"And have I ever complimented you on your bum?" I tell him, a giggle rising from my throat. I think Stiles blushes.

"No, no you haven't, but feel free to tell me anytime you like." Stiles winks, and presses a small kiss to my lips.

"Did Scott tell you about Kira?"

"Of course he did." Stiles replies, he rests his hands on my hips and pulls me in a little closer, "I was giving him advice for the bedroom.." Stiles winks at me, I try to stop the small smile that creeps onto my face but to no avail. How lucky Kira is going to be on their honey-moon.

"Then shes in for a ride," I tell him, my voice comes at as a rasp. It's so obvious that I could take Stiles right here and now. But now it makes sense why they were all smirking at me and acting funny, he told them about our rendezvous bedroom encounters.

He presses a kiss to my cheek and as I kiss him I quickly think over what we could do: Go back now and continue to party and wait for when we're home so we can have sex then fall asleep in each others arms, or I could have him now. Against this wall if I wanted to, because I know Stiles and he would do anything or me.

My thighs rub together underneath my dress, Stiles pauses momentarily and smirks. I pull back to look at him, "Don't laugh at me, you look so good tonight." I sigh as I run my hands through his thick golden brown locks.

"How drunk are you?" He says with a light laugh, his breath tickling my neck.

"I'm not even drunk, look at my eyes," I say, chuckling too, I stare him in the eyes but instead of me trying to show him how I'm definitely not drunk I find myself gazing helplessly into his liquefied whiskey coloured eyes, maybe he isn't drunk maybe he's turned on...

"Lyds, you look as though you're going to fall apart right now if I don't kiss you." Stiles says softly, my heart twitches and I nod, my eyes peeling away from his to focus on his lips. He wets them slowly.

"Then kiss me." I manage and he presses his soft lips against my own. My eyes flutter close and all I can concentrate on right now is the sudden urge to be with him right here. Sure he was turning me on all day but I figured we'd wait until we went home, but no, how could I possibly last any longer when he's standing there looking like that?

He turns us around so that I'm pinned against the wall, my stomach flutters and I smile against his lips. Never knowing anyone as passionate as he is.

Our tongues dance together, and he's carefully rolling the skirt of my dress up and holding it in a fist.

"When are they announcing the news?" Stiles asks, he starts kissing my neck, nibbling softly, licking then kissing again.

"About half hour.." It comes out as a whisper when I tell him. It feels as though I'm in heaven right now. His lips are wet and soft against my skin, he sends electricity through my body, making me more alive.

"Not that it takes you long anyway..." Stiles tells me in my ear.

I break out into a small smile and push him away gently, he steps closer as soon as I do so, "Only cause you're so good."

"I can't argue with that." Stiles jokes, then kisses me and in one smooth, swift motion lifts me and rests me against the wall. We share a look of knowing, we both smirk then do something we both wouldn't want to be caught doing.

. . .

"I think we should head home!" I yell to Stiles over the music. Now at 3am we've danced, and drank and listened to speech, after speech and all I want to do is take my bra off and sleep.

"One more dance!" Stiles laughs, pulling my hand. After Kira and Scott announced they were expecting their first child all the boys took shots in 'honour of Kira's pregnancy' so Stiles being Stiles took four extra for each of the werewolves, Scott, Derek, Issac and Liam because they can't get drunk. So Stiles has been dancing stupidly with me for the past two hours, and quite frankly I am done.

My feet are killing and the alcohol is making me dizzy.

"Stiles please! I don't feel to well." I tell him, his face falls seriously then he nods and we spend half hour saying our goodbyes to everyone. Although most people are gone by now, there are people still here like, Issac, Malia, Liam and Hayden but Derek and Braedon had to go home because of Talia.

"Hey, Lydia!" I hear someone call me as I hug Kira goodbye. She was thanking me over and over for being the Maid of Honour and for helping her get ready this morning. I was getting kind of bored saying 'You're welcome' and I didn't feel like she should be thanking me, I did wake her up by pouring freezing water over her pregnant self.

I turn around and find Hayden approaching me, her eyeliner a little smudged and her lipstick wore off. Kira then kisses my cheek and wanders off to Stiles and Scott.

"Yeah, you alright?" I ask as she nears, she nods and offers me an awkward smile.

"Oh God Lydia, this is going to sound so weird..." Hayden rambles, she bites her lip and doesn't meet my eye. "Hours ago, when you went off with Stiles when we were all talking did you.." She trails off and looks at me. I feel the heat rush to my cheeks and my heart races.

"What? Um- No- We just - Uh- Went to talk." I shrug and come up with lamely, Hayden rolls her eyes at me and smiles a little.

"Did you two go off and have sex?" She deadpans, I take a step back and laugh awkwardly. When I notice her serious expression I just nod.

"Why?" I ask her, she bites her lip and looks around, for Liam I suppose.

"It's just- Lately, me and Liam haven't really been.." She looks at me then, and I raise and eyebrow at her, "We haven't had sex in four months and I don't have a fucking clue why!" Hayden bursts, I notice Stiles looks over when she swears and I put a hand on her arm in an attempt to calm her.

"That isn't even that long!" I lie o her to try to make her fee better. If that was me and Stiles I think I would of exploded by now. How can you be in a relationship and not have sex?

"Lydia-" She starts then she shakes her head, "Okay this is going to sound really weird," She sighs, I brace myself for what she's about to tell me, "My sister signed me up for this relationship-sex class thing, and I haven't told Liam and no way is my sister coming, so I was wondering if maybe you would come.." She bites her lips and look up at me.

Do I really want to come to a sex class with her?

Although it is weird and hard to understand they actually do these things, I thought that maybe it would be a laugh, so I agreed.

"Of course!" I said as enthusiastically as I could, Hayden's face lit up and she threw her arms around me, murmuring 'thank you' into m ear over and over.

"So when does it start?" I asked her as she pulled away.

"A few weeks," She said, nodding somewhat excited now, "I'll catch up with you before, good night Lydia!" She said then hugged me once more then left with Liam.

After we finished our goodbyes me and Stiles left and hauled a cab. We both sat in the back and I rested my head on his shoulder and let his body heat keep me warm. The feeling of warn off alcohol keeping me fuzzy inside, Stiles kissed my forehead and I didn't want to leave the cab, and it wasn't until we got inside one of us said something.

"So you wouldn't believe what Hayden asked me to do." I say to Stiles as I brush through my hair.

"What?" He asks as his voice sounds muffled by the quilt of our bed.

"She asked me to go to a sex class, thingy with her." I laugh, his head lifts up and he arches an eyebrow at me, so I plop myself on our bed and snuggle into him.

"And are you going?" He asks.

"Yeah, for a laugh, of course." I tell him, he laughs and kisses my forehead.

"Oh God." He chuckled lightly, then we fell asleep with my bedside lamp still on.