IF YOU'RE NOT INTO SMUT DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER (though if you're reading an M rated story, you're pretty silly if you weren't expecting at least something naughty)! Basically, they have sex and there's feelings and jokes. Just skip on if you don't like it.

Hi Pervs ;)

I'm just kidding! You guys know how much I love you 3

So here is the long awaited sex scene between Stiles and Lydia. I know that this is only my interpretation, but I feel like this is kind of how it would go down. Anyways, thanks for sticking with me this far :)

There are only going to be two chapters after this one! Sad! But I have a few other ideas for stories, so hopefully you'll hear more from me soon (read you'll be getting some Isaac smut at some time in the future- if everything goes to plan, which is never haha).

Enjoy!

XIV

Touch

The wall was against his back; the thin shirt he was wearing the only protection against the chilly temperature. Lydia's fingers had reached Stiles' belt buckle and were slowly and steadily teasing him as she deftly released the pressure holding the fabric to his hips.

"Oh. My. God," Stiles moaned, leaning his head back against the wall and shuddering in pleasure, blood slowly running downwards. After years of holding himself back around her he was finally ready to let go. Just then a face flashed through his mind. Blonde hair and a knowing smile. Heather. Stiles' arms lowered from Lydia's waist and took hold of the fingers that were resting just inside the hem of his shirt.

"What's the matter? Don't you want me?" Lydia asked, looking up through her thick lashes.

"Of course. I do. So, so much. But, Lydia... the last time... well, the only time I've ever been in a situation like this, the girl died. She was taken and she died and I lost her. I don't want to lose you too," Stiles told her. Even thinking of what had happened to his childhood friend was painful. His eyes gleamed with tears at the memory. He reached up and brushed one away from his cheek where it had fallen, and turned his head away from her. Stiles heard Lydia take a deep breath and felt the soft pressure of her hand on his cheek. He let her gently turn his head to face her and found compassionate green waiting to comfort him. The hand in his extricated itself, and she twined her hands around his neck pulling him close to her small body. Stiles caught her waist and buried his face in her hair.

"I'm not going anywhere. I trust you. I never say that. But I do. And I can't promise to always love you like I do now, but I can promise that I will fight for us. I'm right here," Lydia whispered into his ear, cuddling closer to his body. Stiles pulled back slightly from the hug to look into her face, and then kissed her, slow and smouldering. Lydia sighed into the kiss and parted her lips to him. Stiles ran a teasing tongue just inside her upper lip, and Lydia allowed her tongue to tangle with his in a slow, graceful dance. When they pulled away from each other, both of them were flushed and panting, but glowing with exultation.

"Let's go slow," Stiles suggested.

"Believe it or not, that is the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me before sex," Lydia giggled.

"Well, I'm a pretty sexy guy," Stiles joked along, before his face turned serious. "You know I'm a virgin. And I want this to be good for you too. I'm gonna need some help knowing what you like."

"Start with a kiss. And make it a good one," Lydia commanded.

"You are so sexy when you're bossy," Stiles told her before sliding his hand up her back and into her hair and pulling her in for another kiss. This time, there was no rush or urgency. Sheriff Stilinski was going to be out all night, and there was only the two of them and the emptiness of hours of bliss stretching before them. Lydia's hands slid down from his neck to side his t-shirt up his chest and over his head. Their kiss was broken for a moment to allow the shirt to pass between them, and it gave Lydia time to rake her eyes over his bare chest. Lydia had seen Stiles' bare chest before, but looking at it in the fading yellow lamplight, she saw all the lean muscle from Lacrosse highlighted. A hurried intake of breath told Stiles that she definitely liked what she saw.

"Someone's been hitting the weight room," Lydia said coyly, and the smile that quirked Stiles' lips in that moment was still in place when she pressed her lips and body against him again.

Stiles had moved away from the wall when his shirt had been removed, and he slowly moved Lydia back towards his bed. Lydia pulled away from him and pulled her blouse over her head and shimmied out of the jeans she was wearing until she was left standing in only a pale blue, matching underwear and bra set which set off her alabaster skin and stunning hair. Stiles could only stare at her. He had seen her in a bikini in the summer (in fact, he had seen her buck naked once before), but this was so much more intimate, because she was willingly revealing herself to him. Lydia put her hands on her hips and cocked her head as if to say you like what you see? Stiles blinked and swallowed, and forced his head to nod. Lydia smiled smugly and motioned for him to remove his jeans, which he did without difficulty, chucking them over the back of his chair. When he turned back to her, Lydia was sprawled on the sheets of his bed alluringly, propped up on her elbows with one leg slightly bent. Stiles went towards her and placed a knee between her thighs and lowered himself down to kiss her mouth chastely. Lydia's back was now on the bed, and Stiles was balanced over her. Lydia smiled softly up at him, her green eyes hooded with lust.

"Kiss me," she implored. Stiles complied.

Their kisses had slowly built up until Stiles' body had been pulled flush against Lydia and her legs were twined around his waist. Stiles' arousal was extremely evident at this point, straining against his briefs and rubbing into the heat at the junction of Lydia's thighs. Stiles made a particularly hard grind into her, and Lydia let out a long moan, tightening her thighs more than Stiles had thought was possible. Stiles pulled back from her mouth to switch their positions. Lydia ended up on top of him, straddling his hips, her breast straining against the lace of her bra as she ground herself into him. Stiles' hands wandered up her body and found themselves resting over the clasp.

"Can I?" Stiles asked reverently. Lydia nodded. Stiles unhooked the clasp and pulled the straps down Lydia's shoulders. The flimsy material fell away from Lydia's breasts and her nipples immediately pebbled from the slight chill reverberating through the room. Stiles glanced at her breasts, caressing them with his eyes. He looked up to Lydia, and- not seeing any apprehension- slid a hand up her waist to cup her left breast. Lydia leaned into his caress, and Stiles stroked her nipple with the pad of his thumb before pinching it slightly in between his fingertips. Lydia's sharp intake of breath and her rotation on his hips told him that she was enjoying the pressure, and he mimicked it with his other hand on her right breast. Lydia leaned forward, halting his motions and pressed her lips lightly to his before running her hand down to where their bodies were pressed together and tugging at the elastic waist of his briefs. Stiles moved her hands out of the way on the pretence of taking them off, but instead grabbed her hips and flipped them again. Lydia was on her back and Stiles was lying over her. Her hands slipped in under the waistband again to caress his ass, and Lydia loved how it felt in her hands, if the whimper she gave was any indication. Stiles was kissing down her neck as Lydia pushed his briefs out of the way with her hands, and pulled up her legs to push them to his ankles with her feet. Stiles was naked in front of a woman for the first time since puberty. He continued down Lydia's neck and reached her breasts, teasing them with his hands.

"Stiles, If you don't put your mouth on me soon, I'm going to tell everyone about the whining noise you make when someone sucks- ooh," Lydia moaned as Stiles' mouth touched nipple. Stiles caressed the areola with his tongue, laving around the nipple in slow, steady circles before taking the nipple between his teeth lightly, and nipping the peak tantalisingly. He repeated the treatment on her other breast until Lydia was breathing deeply, rutting into him and he could smell her dampness. Feeling he had teased her enough, he licked quickly down her belly and hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her underwear before slowly and sensuously flattening his hands against the outside of her thighs and pulling the fabric down to her calves. Lydia finished the job, kicking them off before opening her thighs and revealing herself to him. Stiles sucked in a breath. She looked like a pink, delicate flower. Her labia were glistening with her slick secretions and there was nothing he could do but stare, his mouth watering.

"Lydia. Wow. You're... you're gorgeous," Stiles whispered to her. Lydia had been staring at the ceiling, but she lowered her gaze. Her eyes were slightly glazed with lust. She gave Stiles a seductive smile.

"Prove it to me, then," Lydia said, with all the sultriness she could muster and a bite on her lower lip. Stiles smirked, then, and took her challenge in his stride. He lowered his mouth to her, and gently swiped his tongue over the bundle of nerves. Lydia whimpered, and wrapped her calves around his waist, grounding herself, preparing an anchor for when she let go. Stiles continued his ministrations, and Lydia's breathing slowly became more laboured. Stiles put his hours of internet browsing to good use, slowly easing into it by licking around her clitoris before sliding his fingers inside and prodding delicately. She came undone like she was falling, and Stiles made sure to make the effects last as long as he knew how. He kissed his way up her body and she kissed him on the mouth when she had recovered.

"Stilinski," Lydia said, between breaths. "I don't know how you just did that, but I assure you that if it continues, you will never have a shortage of women."

"I only want the one. But hopefully my skills are good enough for Scarlett Johansson," Stiles said jokingly. Lydia smacked his arm and then kissed him breathless.

"You better not be thinking about that bitch right now,"Lydia said.

"Scarlett who?" Stiles asked. Lydia smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist. Stiles felt his extremely hard penis brush against her warmth.

"I think it's time for the condom," he said, shivering slightly in anticipation. Lydia smiled.

"Where are they?" she asked. Stiles reached forward and pulled a box from behind a stack of books on the shelves behind his bed and passed it to Lydia. She looked inside and frowned slightly.

"It's half empty."

"I... Um... I kind of maybe practiced putting one on. Just in case," Stiles admitted.

Lydia smiled and asked, "just one?" Stiles blushed.

"Well, those things are really hard to put on! Honestly, I don't know how people just don't give up!" he explained, looking flustered.

"Good thing I'm a pro at it, then," Lydia said. Stiles flinched slightly at this. He loved Lydia with every part of him, but the thought that she hadn't always been his still hurt him.

"Hey," Lydia said, catching his face with one of her hands. "It might not have always been you, but I can't change my past. I can, however, enjoy the present." Stiles nodded, knowing that he loved every part of her. Lydia had taken one of the condoms, before placing the box back on his shelving unit and ripping the packaging. Her hands slid down his stomach, before one tightened around him. Stiles groaned and bucked his hips slightly. Even this small pressure felt so unbelievable that he had no idea how he was supposed to hold on.

"Hey! It's rude to cum before the condom's on," Lydia chided and her hands deftly rolled the small, latex covering down his shaft.

"Sorry," Stiles breathed, his eyes opening again and staring straight into Lydia's. What he saw there was something he had been waiting to see for a long time. Love. Stiles raised his hand and caressed her cheek, rubbing his thumb across her lips as he did so.

"I love you. I know you know, but I wanted you to hear it before we do this. It's not just for the sex," Stiles said, keeping eye contact. Lydia smiled, one of her rare, true smiles that made her whole face light up, then she leaned forward and kissed him. Stiles kissed her back with everything he had and lowered his pelvis slightly. Lydia broke the kiss, and slid a hand in between them, lining him up with her entrance. As Stiles pushed forward and into Lydia's slick heat, there was no resistance or pain from her, but the erotic, breathy, "oh!" Lydia gave was more than enough to cinch Stiles' thought that this was the best night of his life. The sheer pleasure assaulting the thousands of singular nerve endings on the head of his penis was enough to make Stiles moan, long and low.

"Thank you," he said to Lydia. Her eyes were closed, but she smiled and opened them at his words.

"That's not usually the protocol until after the sex," she said, poking one of Stiles' moles.

"I wasn't talking about the sex. I'm thanking you for letting me in. Past the barriers. For trusting me to see you and not judge you," Stiles said, and kissed her cheek, before snuggling his face into her neck. Lydia brought one hand up to stroke his hair.

"You're welcome. Now, I don't know how much googling you've done on the actual act of sex, but it involves movement, and if you don't start soon, I'm going to have to take care of myself," she said. Stiles obliged. It took a few tries, but Stiles eventually found the best way to hit both his and Lydia's spots. The first time he pulled back, he pulled all the way out of her, and Lydia had smiled at his obvious embarrassment. She smoothed her hand through his hair soothingly, and then lifted her hips and helped him to line himself up again. The second thrust came easier to him, but Lydia still hadn't given the gasp he was listening for. In all the research, Stiles had established that if he wanted to make sure that Lydia and he had a mutually pleasurable experience, he was going to have to go above and beyond. Stiles pulled out once more, but before thrusting back in again, he told Lydia, "wrap your legs around my hips." She did, and Stiles rolled his hips forward into her for a third time. Lydia let out a cross between a gasp and a moan, and Stiles knew that he had done what he needed to do- activated her G-spot. Stiles followed up with a succession of similar movements, and it didn't take long until he was whispering that he was about to come. Lydia smiled and tangled their tongues together in a scorching kiss. They came within seconds of each other, Lydia throwing her head back and moaning and Stiles with a grunt of pleasure. Stiles waited for Lydia's aftershocks to subside before pulling away from her and removing the condom, tossing it into the bin by his bed and curling around her form.

"You are amazing, Lydia Martin," Stiles told her, kissing her neck.

"You're pretty good yourself, Stilinski. Are you sure you're a virgin," Lydia teased, her voice huskier than usual.

"Not anymore," Stiles said, running his hand up and down her waist. "But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Rest assured that I did too."

"You're kidding, right?" Lydia asked him, rolling over to face Stiles.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"You seriously think this is over? Really? And to think that Scott told Allison that you wanted to have a good time multiple times in many different positions. Oh well. I guess we'll just have to save the rest of the condoms for next time," she said, turning back around before squealing as Stiles' hands dug into her waist and pulled her on top of him. As Lydia straddled his waist and leaned down to kiss him once more it occurred to Stiles that he was probably the luckiest man alive. This thought reappeared in his mind several times over the next two hours.

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