I couldn't even process what came out of Stiles mouth.

I just stared at him.

He broke our gaze and walked over to my window.

"Shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck. Shit," He cursed closing the curtains and turning to me.

"What the hell, Stiles?"

"They're here." He said in a whisper as he walked past me, grabbing my hand.

He grabbed a book bag and walked me down the steps.

He went to my front door and locked it.

He went to my back door and locked it.

He did that with every single door in the house.

"Stiles, what the hell?"

He turned to me.

"Well, they sure as hell aren't joining us in the house. We have to wait here and-"

His phone rang.

"Hello"

"Yes, we're kind of in a situation at Lydia's house. Alpha is in her front yard. Lydia's beside me."

"Okay. Scott, okay. Okay, bye."

He hung up the phone and faced me," We're stuck here for the night."

I walked into the kitchen and got out a jar of ice cream.

I got a spoon and walked past Stiles who just stood there.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"Uh, eating ice cream," I shrugged sitting on my couch.

"You're eating ice cream at a time like this?" He asked sitting on the kitchen counter,"We need to hide somewhere in case they break in.."

"Come with me."

I took Stiles up to the guest room.

"You still coming?" I said, stepping into the closet.

"Yes, princess," he said sarcastically,"Why the hell are we in a closet?"

I turned to him,"Calm down, Stilinkski."

I felt around the back of the closet and found the door handle to my old play room.

I opened the latch and crawled through the small opening and Stiles followed.

"What is this?" He asked standing up in the small room I once called my play room as a child.

"Uh, a playroom?" I said sitting down.

"Nice." He sat down beside me.

"So we're just supposed to stay here?"

"Yes. Well, until Scott calls us."

"Oh.." I looked at the ceiling that had glow in the dark stars all over it.

He leaned against the wall as I stared at the luminescent glow of stars on my ceiling.

Everything was dark.

So dark feeling.

But it was light enough to see the figures surrounding me.

A figure stood in the corner of my small playroom.

Then it moved.

I tried to catch my breath so it couldn't hear me.

But it moved.

It crept over to me.

It started digging its nails into me.

I started to scream.

I didn't stop screaming until I woke up.

I woke up underneath Stiles, in his arms.

"Sh, Lydia," he cooed, moving the hair out of my face and wiping the tears off of my cheeks,"I'm right here. Nothing will happen to you while I'm here."

I just looked up into his starry brown eyes and took deep breaths.

I felt safe for the first time in a long time.

I could feel his heartbeat.

I could smell the spearmint on his breath.

He was humming a familiar tune.

It was beautiful.

So beautiful.

He stopped humming and just stared into my eyes.

I studied every feature of him.

I took every inch of him in.

I ran my fingers through his brown locks and pulled him closed to my face as I leaned in and kissed his nose.

He shuttered and grinned at my innocent gesture.

His eyes batted as he kissed my cheek.

I felt a smile appear on his lips as he kissed my cheek again.

I giggled and squirmed in his strong arms as he started lightly kissing my neck.

I started cackling.

He put his hand over my mouth to silence me.

I playfully bit one of his fingers in return.

He stuck out his bottom lip at me, so I kissed his finger.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

He kissed me like his lips could break mine.

He was so delicate.

Every move he made was delicate.

Then he stopped being delicate and pinned my arms above my head as he started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears.

I moaned in return.

He let out a moan as I bit his bottom lip.

Then something switched in him.

He sat me up, along with him.

And stripped me of all of my clothes but my underwear.

Then he just looked at me.

He didn't go for my boobs, he didn't go for anything.

He just stared.

And he raised his arms in the air and let me strip him almost completely naked.

There we sat, undies and boxers.

Staring.

Then, he looked at my underwear and then into my eyes.

"May I?" He asked putting his fingertips to the lace of my thong.

I just nodded in return.

He took off his boxers.

There we were completely naked.

He laid me on my back and positioned himself between my legs.

He pressed his body on top of mine and started to trace every curve of my skin.

I nibbled on his ear and he moaned into mine.

Then he slid into me.

He didn't breathe until he was all the way in me.

We both giggled.

But, then he picked up the pace.

He laid over me as he rocked back and forth.

I put my hands on his back as I felt his entire body rock into mine.

"Lydia," he breathed between thrusts,"I think I'm gonna- I think I'm.."

I let out one last moan as he collapsed onto me.

We both smiled and laughed.

There we lay.

Intertwined in each others' skin, tracing figure-eights on my arm.

He held me.

And he didn't let go.