Hello my lovely readers! Here's chapter three! Just a heads up; I may be changing the rating to mature because of the next chapter. It went in a direction that I really like, because I feel like stydia has been building for so many years. That's all I'll say though, because I don't want to spoil anything! Happy reading!

Dreams-

Lydia:
Though one can be mentally and physically drained, your brain never truly sleeps.

The last thing I knew I was falling asleep, safe and sound in Stiles' arms, but I've just woken up back in this hell hole. Was being saved all a dream? Had I conjured Stiles up in my brain because he makes me feel safe? Dr., if you can call him that, Valack is here, asking me questions again, yelling at me to focus. Asking me, "what happened to Stiles? I know you know what happened to Stiles." And then I see Stiles, dead, on the ground as a vision. But that's when I realize that this is the dream. I can see the silvery edges around his form, the strange echoing quality to Valack's horrendous voice. "Wake up Lydia, get back to Stiles!", I yell in my head. And so I do, gasping and wheezing, eyes moving in every direction, looking for the only face I want to see right now.

And he's there, cradling my head to make sure I didn't hurt myself while, I'm sure, I thrashed about in my sleep. My hearing comes back to reality and he's saying over and over again,

"It's ok, I'm here, everyone is ok, just breath."

Then I realize that I'm still gasping like a fish out of water, and there's a cold sweat on my forehead. I pull myself into Stiles and breath in his scent, bringing my breathing to normalcy with my arms over his shoulders and my hands in his hair, pulling his head into the crook of my neck. He has his long arms wrapped around me, hard, still chanting his mantra into my neck. Very slowly, I come out of the shock. A momentous realization hits me then. I would go out of my freaking mind if anything were to happen to the boy holding me to himself now. His arms secured around me, his murmurs and hot breath on my neck remind me that he's ok, that he's alive.

This thought makes me incredibly calm, happy. And so I stay in that position, savoring the alive-ness for quite some time. Though incredibly soothing, I become hyper-aware of his lips moving over and over again on my neck, because of how overly sensitive my skin is right now. After being so numb for so long, all of these feelings and emotions make my body like a live-wire, every nerve ending becoming inordinately responsive. Before I can stop myself, I hear a tiny, breathy moan pass my lips right into his ear, and my leg which is entwined with Stiles', lightly pulls his toned thigh into my center. Stiles becomes a statue, he even stops breathing. Now I wish this was the dream. We both are stock still for a spell until I finally start to babble,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I'm, uh. Your lips and, breath hot, gah. Sorry, I didn't, I love you."

I can feel the blush creeping up my chest to my face and my eyes go wide, as the last part of my statement was as clear as day. Now this could definitely be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. However, Stiles relaxes again and says simply,

"Well, that's good."

What does he mean? Does he mean...? My head spins at the possibility of him having the same depth of feelings for me. Does he really love me too? Is that what he means? I pull back my head to look him in the eye and the son of a bitch is smirking at me, smirking with a twinkle in his eye. Of course this would be Stiles' reaction. When I look at him questioningly, he pulls my head gently back in and whispers,

"It's good, because I love you too."

I hug him to me as tightly as possible then, constricting my limbs around him like a snake. Stiles pulls me closer as well and burrows into my neck again. I can feel the smile on his lips which are resting against my collar. We hold each other and simply breath the other in for a few minutes. I look at the clock, 5:18, and realize it's almost morning, the black sky outside my window starting to turn to navy. I finally ask,
"What time did we finally go to sleep?"

He replies,

"About 2 AM, you need to get more sleep, Lyds. Well, we both do."

I'm content to sleep for days, as long as it means I can stay safe in Stiles' embrace. The exhaustion from the night before, well, a couple of hours ago, begins to creep back in. So I just nod and hum my approval to more sleep and burrow deeper into his arms and chest. Before I drift off I tilt my head up from resting on his collar, leaving a slow, open mouthed kiss on the underside of his jaw, whispering, "I love you," while hearing his heart jump erratically. He kisses my forehead like before, but instead of telling me he's glad I'm ok, he tells me he loves me too.