Stiles Saved Me: The Road from Eichen

by Literallygooutofmyfreakingmind

"Though he doesn't know it yet, I could feel him there with me when he visited. I could see him as if I were having an out of body experience. I could hear him pleading with me to come back, to wake up, but the screams and the echoes inside my own head were louder."

4. Chapter Four: Sunshine

Sunshine-

Lydia:

When I wake the next time, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be and not in some horrid dream land again. During sleep I had shifted to laying almost all of the way on top of Stiles. My head in the crook of his neck, his arms around my back, and my left leg between his with my center on his hip bone. Though my head is pounding, and the aching feeling in my bones and skin is back, I find myself admiring his sleeping face with the late afternoon sun gracing his features. He looks so carefree when he sleeps, much more boyish. He must feel that I'm awake because he soon starts wiggling a bit, seemingly trying to figure out what this 110 pound weight is on him. He finally gains consciousness enough to remember where he is and looks down at me. Smiling sleepily, he rubs soothing circles on my back, allowing time for the haze to clear fully from his brain. He soon asks,

"how are you feeling?"

I answer truthfully because I know he'll see right through me if I lie,

"My head is pounding, and my skin and bones sort of ache all over...but I'm alive, and that's the important part."

As I was speaking he lifted his hands off of me and his eyes went wide with concern, thinking he had been adding to my pain by rubbing my back. However, it was quite the opposite. He had been soothing my aching skin by rubbing my back, and when he released his hold on me I made a pitiful whimpering noise and he could see the pain in my face. I spoke then, pleading with my words as well as my eyes,

"Stiles, please, you were helping by rubbing my back, considerably. Please."

So he gently lays his arms back around me and continues his massaging, watching me closely. I close my eyes as the pain in my back starts to ebb away slightly, smiling contentedly and laying my head back down shifting closer into him. The only mistake was moving my leg a bit too much, accidentally rubbing Stiles', ahem, downstairs morning situation. I quickly looked up with an apologetic expression. He made a miniscule low moaning noise in the back of his throat, his face scrunching up, and his hands stuttered in their pattern for a second, but then started right back up again. I started to apologize, but he cut me off,

"I guess we're one for one in the, making embarrassing noises at inopportune moments, game."

I had to laugh at that, which hurt, a lot. I wince and Stiles says, "You need to take some more meds, everything must have worn off by now that you took last night." He slowly reaches, so as not the jostle me, to the bedside table where there's a pill bottle and a glass of water that weren't there last night. My mother must have put it there. I take them from Stiles and swallow the meds, hoping that they kick in quickly. I lay back on top of him as he places the glass and bottle on the table, hoping his warmth can wick the pain away until the meds start working their magic. I start having to focus on my breathing because the pain is almost unbearable now. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I begin taking short, deliberate breaths. I can feel Stiles exuding pure worry above me. He begins rubbing my back again which helps a little, but it's like when I was finally, fully awake, the pain was too.

About ten minutes into waiting for the meds to kick in, it becomes too much and I gasp, begging Stiles to distract me somehow. I can tell he's thinking, but soon his hands snake under the back of my sweatshirt and rub my back, skin on skin. I'm still in terrible pain, but it definitely helps. He then tilts my head gently to the side with his own and starts kissing down my jaw and neck, with wet, opened mouth kisses. It feels as though the burning ache in my bones and skin moves to my center and the places he's placing his lips, his tongue, instead. But the ache quickly becomes one of pleasure rather than pain.

I'm more than 100% sure this is not his intention, he just didn't want me hurting, he had no idea it would affect me this way. He has no idea how sensitive my skin is, my nerves are. Pretty soon instead of gasping, I'm panting, slow shallow breaths, and my hands go to his hair, pulling his mouth harder onto my neck and collar. He stops and removes his head when we realizes the change, and my center throbs its disagreement. He looks deeply into my eyes, asking silently if I'm ok. I nod and let out a breathy huff, relieved that the intense pain has dissipated into a low boiling throb. Stiles apologizes,

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, uh, I just didn't know what to, I didn't know how to help you. That was all I could think of..."

He trails off, looking at my flushed face apologetically.

"It did help though," I say, "The ache just sort of morphed into a different kind..."

Stiles beamed at me, he freaking beamed. So I hid my face against his collar again and allowed him to continue rubbing my back under my sweatshirt. I almost fell asleep, under his tender hands and the caress of the heavy meds. However, the emptiness of my stomach finally roused me. I looked up at him and he knew what it was that I wanted. Stiles helps sit me up and he scrambles off of the bed to take my hands to help me stand. I feel dizzy as soon as I'm up and I give Stiles a confused look, which he returns. I'm up for about three seconds before my vision waves and I'm falling into Stiles, which is the last thing I remember before waking up sitting across his lap in my armchair. I gasp into his neck trying to get my bearings. Stiles pulls his head back to look worriedly at my face, holding my face and brushing my cheek with his thumb. That was one hell of a head rush. He asks,

"Are you ok? Was it just a head rush? or was it that you're hungry, too?

I smile and say,

"I think it was a lot of both. Considering that I haven't actually slept in quite some time and we just slept for about 14 hours may have something to do with it too. I think I just need to take things slower."

Stiles' worried expression finally breaks at that and he cradles my head to his collar, rocking slightly, whispering,

"Let's do that. I don't want this kind of thing to happen again, you scared me, Lyds."

I reply by pulling myself tighter to his chest with my arms around his back and hands in his hair, lightly, soothingly, scratching his scalp. I feel the tension leave him and he relaxes into my embrace, holding me more firmly with the arms that are wrapped around my back. After fainting, I'm so tired again, the need for food is all but forgotten. However Stiles has different plans. When I'm almost falling asleep in his lap, he decides to slip one arm under my legs and stands up slowly. I fix myself to his shoulders and neck as tightly as possible and let him carefully carry me downstairs. He deposits me in one of our plushy dining table chairs and sits in the one next to me. He looks back and forth between my eyes for a while and I finally say,

"You really didn't have to carry me, I could have walked."

He responds by saying,

"Slow, remember?"

I snort a bit and smile, and he places his hand on my cheek, grinning back at me. I close my eyes and lean my head heavily into his hand, which he soon accompanies with his other. I exhale, long and slow and just let him hold my head up. My brain is so tired, it feels as though it's been stretched in more directions than physically possible, which could actually be the case. After a few minutes, I turn and kiss his palm. My stomach growls, making us both laugh and popping our little bubble. I lean from his hands as he stands up, asking,

"What do you feel like eating?"

I have to think for a minutes before I reply, because it's been so long since I've actually eaten and I'm starving, yet I don't want to upset my stomach. I finally respond with,

"Maybe just some soup? I'm sure my mom put the leftovers from the bowl she made me last night in the fridge."

Stiles nods in agreement, turning to walk toward the fridge. Though it's absolutely the last thing I should be thinking about, considering where I was just twenty four hours ago and the terrible danger the town is in, I can't help but enjoy the view as he walks away from me. I start thinking about the events of last night, smiling to myself. Did we really say, "I love you," to each other? Or was that a dream? No, it was definitely real. I can't believe I finally told him how I feel... did my best friend just, finally, become my boyfriend? I guess as my mind drifted, Stiles was trying to ask me something, but he turned and caught were I was looking and creepily smiling. When I came to, he was turned, leaning against the refrigerator and grinning at me with his arms crossed. I quickly flicked my eyes to his so I wasn't staring at his crotch, and he quirked his brow at me. When did his arms get so toned?

"I said, do you want tomato, of broccoli cheddar? I guess your mom stocked the fridge. Also, do you maybe want juice or milk to help fill you up more, or stick with water for now?"

I could feel the blush creeping up my neck to my face as I looked at him, finally responding with,

"Broccoli cheddar and milk I think. Hopefully the milk isn't too much, too soon, but I'm starving, so..."

I essentially spit out my words because I'm so embarrassed and nervous. Stiles turned back to the fridge to get my selections, but this time I'm aware of my surroundings and not inside my head. He sticks his rear out a bit and shakes it as he puts my soup in the microwave, making me burst into hysterics. Though it feels so good, refreshing to laugh, it also hurts my head tremendously. My laughter dies quickly, ended with a choked groan and my hands holding my head together over my lap. Thank the lord Stiles was crouching in front of me so quickly, holding over my hands as well. Otherwise, I would have gone headlong into the floor. Of course he's apologizing,

"Lyds, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would make you laugh so hard, I'll try to keep my antics to a minimum."

I take a deep breath and his scent calms me, sitting myself up straight again,

"It's really ok, I need to laugh, it feels good to laugh, just not quite at that magnitude. I think the whole moving thing today is so hard compared to last night because all of my adrenaline is gone. I just need to keep reminding myself to not do anything full throttle."

He's still holding my head and is clearly drinking in my words, my voice. The microwave beeps and he leans in to kiss my forehead before bringing over my dinner.

We decided earlier to sprawl on the couch and watch some nature documentary. I wanted to watch New Girl, but Stiles argued that it would make me laugh too much, that we should watch something boring. Of course he was right, so that's what we did. We really weren't watching it, we were half asleep, me with my legs across his lap and head in the crook of his neck, and him with his arms around me. I really appreciate his arms. This is how my mom finds us when she gets home late in the evening. I look up as she passes and she doesn't even ask if I'm ok. She knows I'm ok when I'm with Stiles, so she just smiles as she heads upstairs, mentioning in passing that I should change the bandage on my head after my shower.

Stiles takes a deep breath, saying,

"We should probably head to bed. You know, rest from all our rest."

That makes me giggle a little as we stand and head for the stairs. We make it up to my room without incident, and my mother has left the bandaging material on the end of my bed. I tell stiles with my eyes that I'll be alright and head to the bathroom with a change of clothes as he rifles through his bag.

I realize that I look much more lively than I did yesterday as I undress. My skin is almost back to its normal shade of peaches and cream and my hear is vibrant again. I shower quickly, avoiding my bandage, smiling as I do so. I decide to shave my legs tonight since it's been awhile. I towel off and get dressed, next attempting to re-bandage the hole in my head, but I can't hold my hair out of the way and clean it. It's like the tether also allows us to read each other's mind, because as soon as I realize I need help, Stiles is knocking on the door. I tell him to come in, but I don't really want him to see this, because I know how he gets squeamish. Before I can stop him, he's holding my hair out of the way. I just smile up at him in awe. I guess love does conquer all, even a gargantuan aversion to all things gore. I go about cleaning and dressing the wound, working around his hands.

When I finish, I wash my hands and immediately turn to hug him. He just chuckles and hugs me back, rocking us a little. I realize my head is really starting to ache again and mention it,

"My head is really starting to hurt again. I think I might need to take meds again. How many hours apart is it supposed to be?"

Stiles grabs the bottle from the counter, reading,

"8-10, and it definitely hasn't been that long..."

He says, frowning. He holds my head gently in his hands, trying to read the pain in my eyes, like he may be able to draw it out somehow. He leans in and kisses my temple, whispering,

"I wish I could take it, Lyds, I wish you didn't have to feel any of this, you don't deserve this."

I reply,

"You don't either, Stiles, I wouldn't want you to have this pain either, the feeling is mutual, remember?"

I hear him sigh a little saying,

"I still don't like you in pain..."

We hang onto each other for a bit longer and then brush our teeth and head to bed, as if we do this routine every night. Everything with Stiles is as easy as breathing, we work together in harmony. It makes me wish I hadn't been so scared to tell him how I felt for so long. He realizes my mind has drifted away while he turned out the light and we got comfy in bed and asks,

"What're you thinking about?"

I reply simply with a smile and,

"You."

He grins and pulls me tight to him, whispering,

"I keep thinking I'm going to wake up, that this is a dream." He pauses for a minute, his body suddenly going stiff at his train of thought. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and you still be in there, or that I passed out when you were...gone, and I'm going to wake up and I'll never see you again...I would go crazy, Lyds, this is real, right?"

I can feel him shaking, as well as him starting to count his fingers behind my back, over and over. I guess it's his turn to freak out. I'm kind of amazed it didn't happen sooner. With how many directions his thoughts take him, it's actually a miracle. So I do what I did last time I was with him and this happened. I take his head in my hands telling him to look at me, and kiss him. This time it's different though. The last time it had made me realize that I love him, this time I already knew it, and so did he. I can feel him relax into me, placing his hands on my lower back, pulling me tight to him. I slip my leg over his hip pushing my center into him and my hands into his hair, tugging a little. I let out the tinniest of whines as he kisses a bit slower from my lips to my ear. I hear him whisper, "slow, remember?", before he grazes my ear with his teeth and just holds me to himself. I'm a bit upset, out of breath, and turned on. He's right though, too much activity could be bad considering I couldn't even belly laugh without my head screaming in pain.

We're both trying to get our breathing back to normal when I say,

"I admire your self control, I don't know how you do it. And also, I love you."

I can feel him grin and he exhales slowly,

"It's more difficult than you think, and I love you too."

I can tell he's thinking hard about something, I can almost feel the wheels turning in his head. He finally asks,

"Isn't having an orgasm supposed to help with a headache?"

I hum in response, not really sure where his train of thought is going and he says,

"Well maybe I can give you one?" Nervously, "I hate that I got you worked up, and I also want to make you feel better, to take your pain in any way that I can..."

I'm smiling hugely and I respond,

"You're the most thoughtful boy I've ever had the privilege of knowing. I actually think that might be the best idea you've had all day."

He exhales the huge breath that he's obviously been holding and says, grinning a bit,

"Well, thank you."

I extract myself enough from him to turn away, facing the opposite wall, my back pushed into his chest as I pull his arms around myself. He's a board behind me, obviously nervous, so I nuzzle my face in his palm before kissing it and placing his hand over my stomach. I turn my head to kiss his cheek and place my hands behind my head and in his hair. I can feel him relax into me and he pulls me closer with his right hand, which is on my stomach. He lifts his other hand off the bed and fully grasps my breast. I exhale and arch my back, pushing myself into his hand. His right hand slips under my sweatshirt and lightly massages my stomach and above my panty line. The ache in my skin turns to electricity where he touches. I guess being oversensitive isn't always a bad thing. Stiles continues his light touches, every once in awhile gently squeezing my breast, rubbing his thumb lightly over my nipple. His slowness, tenderness has me near the edge, and he hasn't even done anything. I wiggle my hips a bit against him and he lets out the absolute sexiest noise I've ever heard, which is saying something considering who I am. It was somewhere between an inhale, a groan, and a moan, all at the same time. I exhale at that and then he's moving his right hand down, into my underwear. He rubs back and forth on the absolute lowest part of my stomach and I'm in knots, breath tight in my lungs. He finally slips two fingers down to my wetness and I exhale with a tiny moan. I hear him groan into my ear,

"Mm, you're so warm Lyds, so beautiful."

He soon finds my clit and starts slow, torturous circles. I tilt my head back onto his shoulder and grasp his hair a bit tighter, biting my lip. He starts to circle a bit faster, laving breathy, open mouthed kisses from the crook of my neck to right behind my ear. My body is absolutely humming at his every move, his every touch. He starts alternating between slow and fast circles and licks the shell of my ear. I let out a low groan at that and clench my eyes shut. His hips buck lightly, probably accidentally, into me at the sound, which makes me moan a little bit and press back hard against him. Stiles moans low in my ear,

"Lydddia, no."

Right before he moves his left hand away from my breast to pull me tight to him so I can't move. He keeps circling, whispering,

"Don't move, this isn't about me, this is for you, stay still."

He kisses right below my ear for emphasis. I listen to him, relaxing into his body and pulling my arms down to grasp his left arm tighter around my center. All the while his right hand is still working magic. He keeps pushing me so close to the edge with his quickened pace, but then he inevitably slows down. I'm panting at this point, my stomach tight; something's got to give. I lift my right leg, bending it over the side of his right thigh, opening myself up to his extremely talented fingers. I've always wondered what those incredibly long and dexterous fingers could do. He moans lowly in my ear before suddenly slipping the two fingers on my clit into my core, pressing my clit with his thumb. I gasp, squeezing his left hand, my core clenching hard on his fingers, god those fingers.

He pauses for a second letting me adjust, kissing and sucking along my neck. Soon he pumps into me, circling with his thumb, slowly gaining tempo. Every time he withdraws his fingers, I'm clenching on him, trying to keep him inside. It feels so right to finally have part of him inside. I can't seem to catch my breath and he starts to pound into me with his fingers, so close. Before I know what's happening, he's beckoning within me, hitting my g-spot and simultaneously pushing hard on my clit. I come hard and can feel myself dripping onto his fingers. My eyes feel exhausted and my breathing is attempting to normalize. I can feel a lazy smile on my lips, as well as on his against my neck. I'm still grasping his hand tightly to my stomach and he keeps his right hand inside of me, which I'm extremely happy about. I take a deep breath and turn my head so I can kiss him, slowly, lazily. He pulls away and gives me a strange look before he pulls his right hand out and sinks the two fingers that were just in me, deep into his mouth. I'm sure I have a shocked look on my face, but he doesn't see it because his eyes have closed and he's sucking every last bit of me from his fingers. A huge wave of arousal washes over me at that. He's eating me, and loving it, humming around his fingers. I turn to face him then, sucking on his neck a bit while he finishes off his fingers. He pulls me tight to himself then, burying his face in my hair and whispering,

"You taste so fucking good."

I can feel a blush creeping up my neck and I say back,

"No one's ever tasted me before, they didn't want to."

I hide in his throat then, breathing in his scent. He makes a disgruntled noise and says,

"They were idiots if they didn't want to taste you, to taste that, fruit of the gods. I don't think I'll ever crave ice cream again if I can have that, seriously though."

I laugh lightly at that and gently whisper,

"No more ice cream for you, then."

I feel him swallow heavily and he just squeezes me in response. We lay like that for a spell, but it's very evident that Stiles is still very much turned on, considering the hard length I feel against my hip. I slip my hand down and rub over his length once before he grabs my hand saying,

"No, it's ok, I-"

But I cut him off, arguing my case,

"Stiles, it doesn't take much effort, I'll be ok. Please let me do this for you, for us, after what you just did to me. God Stiles, I've never had an orgasm that felt that good. There was so much thought and tenderness, and emotion. Please?"

Stiles gently sighs and releases my hand. I smile greedily and slip my left hand under his shirt. You wouldn't know it with all the layers he wears, but he definitely has an athletes' body. Toned and tight. I tease his happy trail, enjoying the small startled noise he makes in the back of his throat and the long breath he lets out. I catch his eye and slip my hand down the edge of his hipbone under his boxers. He can't look away from me, his breath coming out is shallow pants, his arms around me, one on my lower back and the other in my hair. I finally reach his length and grasp the base, loving the deep rumble of a groan that reverberates through his chest. I keep my eyes locked on his as I slowly slide my hand to the tip, wetting my hand with pre-cum and sliding back down. He tilts his head forward, resting his forehead to mine, letting out shallow breaths as I start to pump. I catch his lips in mine as I pump faster. He has to pull his lips away to inhale sharply, scrunching his eyes closed, and then moaning. I pull his head into my neck with my free hand as I begin twisting my hand while I pump. He groans my name while sucking on my throat. I let out a tiny moan and then his whole body seems to go stiff, and he says,

"Lyds, I'm..."

I just pump harder for a few more seconds, and he comes all over my hand.

I gently squeeze his length before pulling my hand out of his boxers. He leans his head away from me, a huge smile plastered on his face. I lift my hand to my mouth and start sucking him off of my hands, humming at the flavor. He just stares in awe. I throw my arms around his neck, and my left leg over his hip, constricting around him. He wraps his arms around my back tightly and buries his face in my hair. We breath each other in for a few minutes, enjoying our little bliss bubble. We both realize that we need to clean up, otherwise everyone is going to be a sticky mess in the morning. So we separately head to the bathroom, coming back to snuggle into each other and drift off. But not before I whisper,

"Thank you, handsome."

And he responds,

"No, thank you, gorgeous."