Firstly I just want to say sorry for the stupidly long time you've waited for this chapter, my life has been a bit busy right now but I'm hopefully going to get into a routine and you won't be waiting a month for each update. I'm hoping to get the next chaoter out in a week :)
Also if you were wondering how long this story will be I'm looking at something around 20 chapters.
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I arrive at Hayden's about an hour after Stiles stormed out in his teenage tantrum. Even though I tried to forget as to why he didn't even want to go out in the first place I still can't shake it off as to why he wanted to go out to dinner. We don't have an anniversary or a special occasion, Stiles just genuinely wanted to go out, and I can't understand why. I'm not sure if I apologise to him when I see him later on tonight or if I wait for him to apologise to me, if I was the one to say sorry I'm not sure what I'd be saying sorry for, where as he made a fuss about nothing.
"Lydia, great you're here!" Hayden's voice disrupts my trail of thoughts as she opens her front door which I'm not even sure I knocked on, I force a smile and step in, smelling pizza and popcorn along with hearing Kira, Braedon and Malia's voices. Now a smile comes naturally. A nice girly-night in, no boyfriends getting in the way.
I walk through into Hayden's living room, where the girls are sat on the sofa with a blanket, despite no pyjamas and a few pizza boxes sat on the cushions where Kira is happily munching on a slice and a bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table. Braedon smiles warmly at me and Kira squeezes my hand as I walk past, plopping myself in between the two girls. Hayden follows after me, sitting at the end next to Malia, handing out a glass of wine to us all except Kira. I take a sniff of the acidic substance and my nostrils burn, I place it on the side and avoid it. Kira's not missing out on that anyway.
"So, go on! I wanna know what you had to tell us so desperately that I had to get Deaton to look after Talia!" Braedon laughs, nudging the girls leg. Hayden visibly blushes and tucks her legs into her chest, hugging them tightly.
"Alright!" She laughs nervously and all attention goes on her.
"So, as you know, I dragged Lydia to a sex class with me, which we attended today," Hayden says, smirking. My mind goes back to mine and Stiles five-star rated sex, I smile shyly to myself. "And I thought I would tell you what happened when we came back."
"This should be interesting." I laugh and lean in closer, Hayden blushes once more and tells us. She starts off by telling them what we were taught, then Hayden and I's conversation we had in the car when a gave her a ride home. Then it's the interesting bit.
"So the minute I walked in I could smell my own arousal, which to be honest was embarrassing! So no doubt that's what Liam could smell when I walked in. So I sat by him, did the whole 'sliding your hand up his leg thing' which he brushed off, and I thought 'You know what? No I am a young woman who needs sex!' So we argued." Hayden shrugs, Kira's jaw is practically on the floor and Braedon and Malia both look visibly entertained. I, on the other hand want her to carry on, after all I did go with her to this sex class and now she's stopped talking.
"Did you have make-up sex?" Malia asks, Hayden smirks and gives a slight nod, my heart explodes for the girl.
"No way!" I exclaim, she nods and smiles so much her eyes close.
"Give us the details!" Kira chirps, she places a hand on her belly and I smile, a wave of maternity washing over me. However, I push it to one side for the moment and concentrate on Hayden.
So she tells us how her and Liam argued about their sex life. Liam thought Hayden was the problem, Hayden thought Liam was the problem so the way they resolved their shitty sex life was to actually have sex. Hayden said it was amazing, and I can imagine it would be if you haven't had sex in four months.
"So, did you and Stiles try any of that stuff we learnt?" Hayden asks, munching on popcorn. I share a smirk with her as I begin telling the girls what we did.
"So I came in, and he was stressed about some case from work, and it's like he wanted to try out whatever I'd learnt, so we did. We had sex in the dryer room, and I'm sorry for the next time you go in their you'll picture me and him fucking, but I'm pretty sure I orgasmed like three times." I tell them. They all laugh then Braedon talks about her and Derek and how hard it is to have sex with little Talia in the house, and Kira says how much better sex is now she's pregnant because she's even more sensitive in that region. And Malia says how really fast werewolf/coyote sex is better than human paced sex, which I find a little disturbing. It isn't until eleven o'clock that I decide to go home because of Stiles, in case he's already back there.
So with lots of eating, talking and barely any drinking that toxic wine I decide to head home, and hopefully make-up with Stiles.
"I'm gong to take off," I state, as I stand up and stretch crumbs of popcorn falling off of my clothes. Braedon yawns and stretches out on my place on the sofa and I smile as I put my shoes on.
"Thanks for coming, Lyd." Hayden smiles, I hug them all goodbye and they all call out a 'good luck' as they know the dilemma with Stiles. I say goodbye for one last time and get in my car and head home.
I wake with a start as I hear the thudding of footsteps coming from down the hall. My lamp is still on, offering a hazy glow at my bedside and my book I was reading before is folded over in the blankets, and my eyes sting from the light. My clock reads, 1am and I let myself fall back down onto the soft pillows.
Bang.
Ah, yes that is, of course, why I had woken up. A kitchen cupboard door slams and I shoot back up again, a mixture of fear and curiosity making me get up. I make my way carefully to the end of the hallway to my kitchen, my bare feet slapping gently on the hard flooring. Then by the door I reach for Stiles' bat. I dart around from behind my wall and switch the kitchen light on, ready to see a werewolf out of control or a wendigo feasting on someone, but no it's Stiles. His hair slightly ruffled from the nights wind, his eyes sparkling and he's smiling a lopsided grin.
"Stiles." I breathe dropping the bat, letting it clatter to the floor. Even if there was something dangerous behind the door, I'm not sure what Stiles' baseball bat was going to do.
"It's okay, it's only me." Stiles says, putting his hands up and walking closer to me. I smell faint smoke on his hair and the smallest of traces of alcohol on his breath.
"Wanted to be any noisier?" I joke.
"Sorry I woke you." He smiles but I sense the tension between us so I sigh and lean onto the work surface as his eyes roam me, his brow furrowed as if he's trying to figure out what to say.
"Listen, I'm sorry about not going out tonight, we should-"
"Baby, you have nothing to be apologising for." He replies softly, my heart swells at his tone and I find myself nodding. Stiles takes a step closer to me and rubs a thumb over my cheek. "I was stupid for losing my patience with you, I'm sorry if I made you feel like shit."
"Don't be silly," I smile, finding no way how I can possibly stay mad at Stiles. "It's okay, work is stressing you out I guess."
"No, I can't even blame it on work, it's me. I've been doing this to myself." Stiles sighs, I rest my hand over his where it rests on my cheek and lean into it. His touch that makes me feel so safe when I'm scared.
"It's okay," I reassure him, I wasn't even mad, more confused as to why he reacted the way he did. I press a small kiss to his lips and look at him, "I love you."
"I love you too." He smiles. It's him this time who kisses me, his tongue trying to make its way in my mouth, I pull back and rest my forehead against his.
"The thing is, Lydia." Stiles starts, his eyes meeting mine with intense sincerity, "I wanted to go out to dinner because I had something important to ask you." Stiles says, swallowing thickly as he meets my eye again. My heart thumps in my chest and the room sways a little.
"But, now I think of it I'd much rather be asking you here than in some fancy restaurant," He says, my mouth is dry and I can't form words, at all. He reaches into his pocket and reveals a small blue velvet box.
"Stiles..." My voice is a rasp and my throat feels like sand paper. My heart is beating too fast and I'm trying not to let it show that I feel like I'm about to faint.
"I was thinking and, bare with me on this, it's a brilliant idea, if you would give me the honour of marrying me?" He asks, I notice how nervous he is when I choke back my tears. I can't quite believe that this happened because he wanted to propose to me.
"Of course I will." I smile, my tears running down my face a little, but I quickly wipe them away as he places the ring on my finger, which fits perfectly.
The ring itself is beautiful. It's a sapphire gem surrounded by mini diamonds, the band silver.
"Stiles, this ring is beautiful, how did you afford it?" I ask in awe as I gaze at it, then into his molten whiskey coloured eyes.
"It was my mothers," He nods, looking at it whilst he holds my hand, "I remember looking at it thinking that I wanted my future wife to wear something as pretty as that and well... you are." He tells me, I cup his face in my hands and smile once again.
He kisses me and a hand runs lightly up my thigh, lifting part of the baggy polo I'm wearing, which was in fact Stiles', along with a pair of washed out grey boxers that also belonged to Stiles.
"Is it possible to love someone this much?" He murmurs against my lips as he guides me into our bedroom, holding onto my back.
"I guess so, if you're capable." I smile against his mouth.
"Hilarious, Martin." He jokes back, I bite his lip half playfully and half out of spite, to put him back in his place.
"It won't be Martin for much longer." I tell him, which only really just hits me that we are getting married.
"Lydia Stilinksi, I like the sound of that." He smiles against my mouth.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach, just like they did when we first got together and I realise that this has always been the type of love I've craved for the majority of my life, and only now have I truly noticed that.
"Me too," I tell him, I pull back from his lips, we stand in our bedroom now, the glow of the lamp making the gold specks in his eyes visible. I try to tell myself that I am not dreaming, but everything feels hazy and fuzzy. But I soon realise it's just happiness. How amazing it is, that we had argued earlier all because he wanted to propose at some fancy dinner. I'm more happier it was done here, in the comfort of our home and the fact it was just me and him. No-one else here to applaud our moment except us.
"I love you so much." I whisper to him, my hands trailing along the moles and dips of his neck, then finding my way to his collared shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Stiles steps back to pull the material over his head, then he slowly puts his lips back on mine, his hands roaming my body, griping at my hip as he pulls me into his pelvis.
He guides me to the bed and I giggle as we collapse in a heap of limps and sheets. He peppers me with kisses, ranging from my jaw, my cheek bones and above my lips.
So I do the same to him, kissing his collar bones, his rock hard chest, his jaw, anywhere my lips can reach whilst he hovers above me.
"I'm surprised you've stuck with me this long." Stiles jokes, a smile curling his lips. He gently moves himself to lie beside me, on his side of the bed that I know he secretly doesn't like sleeping on, his hands dragging absent-mindedly up and down my thigh, making goose bumps lie in their wake.
"I don't think I could leave you even if I tried." I tell him, my fingers tracing his lip as he playfully tries to capture one in his mouth.
"Really?" He asks seriously, his brow furrowed as he now takes my fingers and holds them, squeezing and kissing life into them. "I thought this between us, for you at least, was temporary."
His words sting a little that he'd think that low of me, but I understand him more than anything, I guess if you were chaisng after a girl for ten years you would think they didn't mean their love as much as you did. But I shake my head at him.
"Of course not, God Stiles, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." I tell him as I bring our sheets up around us as I cuddle into Stiles, he smiles softly, placing a kiss on my forehead
"Me too," He says, leaning over to turn my lamp off, holding me all the while. "I love you."
The room goes dark and I sigh happily as I feel the ring sit around my finger and as Stiles rubs my back gently.
"I love you too." I tell him and with that I sleep the happiest I've ever slept.