After the infamous "kiss in the rain" scene had passed and Lydia had insisted it was worthy of a double shot; Stiles and the girl were rather drunk. They had passed "slightly inebriated" when Stiles lost the debate regarding Ryan Gosling and the attractiveness of his beard.

They were slumped together on the sofa, side by side and giggling for no real reason.

"This movie has to have pretty much the worst ending ever... Fuck!"

Stiles rubbed his arm, glaring at Lydia who had pinched him upon hearing his words.

"That's practically blasphemy!"

The boy grinned, "I'm pretty sure you couldn't spell 'blasphemy' right now".

She considered it for a second before scowling at him instead. The movie credits rolled and she sighed, leaning back into the cushions and into the boys side.

The sat uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, before Stiles chanced his luck.

"So... Why are you here tonight?"

Lydia fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead smiled in an overly sweet fashion and simpered, "'Cause you're my special friend, silly".

Stiles really did roll his eyes at her attempt to evade the continuous question. He knew he was probably annoying her by now but curiosity was practically engraved in his DNA and he really wanted to know.

Instead, he gave a gentle push to her leg and then allowed the girl to curl into his side. His arm fell naturally around the curve of her waist and she found comfort in his touch.

"Comfy?"

"Mmmm".

As always, with alcohol, Stiles and Lydia would be much more open and confident around each other and this of course, led to more touching, more teasing and more flirting - much to the amusement and, sometimes disgust, of their friends.

He played with a curl that had fallen loose from her nest of hair and sighed happily.

Vodka ran through his veins like an electric current and warmth surround him as did Lydia's perfume.

"Remember that time I ran through the woods naked for, like, three days?"

Stiles took the light hearted approach and chuckled and the memory. Lydia grinned as his laughter seeped into her body.

"I must have thought I was fucking Tarzan or something..."

Stiles laughed louder and peered down at the girl, "that must have been some weekend".

Lydia glanced up at him from her spot on his shoulder and giggled. She nodded with pursed lips.

"I'll never forget that stumble you took".

She watched for his reaction and smirked with satisfaction as a telltale blush met the surface of his cheeks.

The boy cleared his throat awkwardly, trying in vain to keep the smirk off of his lips, "You almost brought me to my knees, Miss Martin - I was trying to be a gentleman too..."

She scoffed and sat up, challenging him with bright, wide eyes and a coy smirk.

"You, a gentleman?" She teased.
Stiles let his jaw drop open as he did his best at looking shocked. Lydia simply arched an eyebrow in return, daring him to argue.
He didn't.
She fell back into the couch beside him, revelling in the warmth that radiated from his body. Seeing Stiles in without a plaid shirt on over his usual T-shirt did things to Lydia that she was sure she could never admit out loud.
His bare arms were toned from years of lacrosse practice and still tanned from their pack weekends at the beach in Summer. Constellations of freckles and moles were dusted along his skin and Lydia ached to reach out and just place her hand on him. To feel his warmth, his strength. Sometimes, it was just to remind herself that after all this time, and all that they had been through, he was still here.
The TV faded to black and the dimmed lights were almost usual against the fall darkness outside. Stiles counted the lacrosse stick dents on the ceiling four times over before finally murmuring, "Hey, remember that time I had a stupid panic attack and you kissed me?''

Lydia froze and kept her gaze straight ahead, only seeing the reflection of the two of them in the blacked out TV screen. They were both still.
"I remember that''.
Stiles made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and kept his head leant back, his eyes fixed on anywhere but her.
Lydia surprised both of them by quietly adding, "That's definitely one of the better memories of the past few years''.
Stiles almost choked on his own words as blinked in shock and exclaimed, "...Really?''
Lydia let her own head drop back onto the cushions and squinted up at the curious dents on the Stilinski's ceiling. She smirked before telling the boy with vodka saturated confidence, "Really''.
Her head rolled to the side to gaze upon the cluster of moles on Stiles' cheek. The faint outline of evening stubble cast shadows across his cheekbones and she sighed almost inaudibly.
"Wanna know why I cancelled on Matthew?''
Stiles chuckled and spoke with as much casualness as he could muster, "You know, it never really crossed my mind-''
Lydia tutted rolled her eyes with a smile at his predictable answer and gave a careless slap to his shoulder. Stiles turned his head to her, his nose almost grazing her own and his breath falling across her parted lips. His eyes were warm and playful, the alcohol rushing through his senses.
"Go on then''.
A rare blush rose to Lydia's cheeks and Stiles' interest was piqued. He waited rather impatiently as she turned her face away from his own, her gaze returning to the ceiling before she turned back to him with finality in her movements.
"Well, we didn't really have much chemistry''.
Stiles nodded slowly, his lips pursed as he processed the information, "Cause he's a douche?'' He suggested helpfully.
The girl smiled and shook her head, "I meant it when I said he was gentleman earlier''.
Stiles made a face of disagreement before asking his friend what the problem was.
Lydia opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She met Stiles eyes with a spark of hesitence and playfulness in her own.
To be honest, it rather frightened Stiles.
"He was a nice guy and had good conversational skills… a rather high IQ as well, to be fair and he had no family history of diseas-''
"Lydia...''
She huffed at being cut off but didn't argue. Instead she smacked her lip together and turned back to the boy with a scowl.
"I was getting there!''
Stiles simply nodded and made a face that was so full of sarcasm that Lydia decided it would be best to ignore it.
"We didn't… fit right'', She pondered over the right words to use, "He just wasn't very satisfying''.
"Oh?''
"Sexually''.
"Oh'', Stiles let out the breath he had been holding and slowly turned to look back at the girl. She met his eyes with confidence and an innocent red lipped smile that he knew did not belong on her.
"And why, my dear Lydia, are you telling this? Just out of curiosity...'' Stiles raised his eyebrows, still slightly alarmed at the direction this late night, semi-drunken conversation was going.
"Well Stiles, because you're my friend and friends can share this kind of stuff, right?'' Her eyes were wide and withholding secrets and emotions Stiles wished he knew.
"Have you mistaken me for Allison or Kira? One shot too many there, Martin…?''
Another eye roll, "No Stiles, we're special friends, remember?''
He gulped and reached for the bottle of vodka.
After three small swings and a telling off from Lydia, he swung his body around, crossing his legs on the sofa and facing the girl.
He clapped his hands and held them out to her.
"Okay, here we go. Special friend time - lay it on me sister, let me guide you in your womanly troubles''.
"Oh good god''.
Lydia crawled around to face him with an amused smile and raised eyebrows, "Well, this should be considerably hilarious. She mirrored his pose and sat indian style opposite him, a cushion tucked under her arm and a newly opened pack of Doritos in her lap.

"So, talk to me - what happened, what went wrong, do I need to beat this guy up… slash set my pack of ferocious werewolves on him?'' He made claws with his hands and attempted to growl. Lydia almost choked on a dorito when it came out as a gentle 'hiss'.
She coughed and spluttered as Stiles grinned at her, swiftly taking the already pre chosen chip out of her hand and cramming it into his own mouth.
Wiping tears from her eyes, she shook her head, smiling, "No, no one needs to be eaten by werewolves today - thank you''.
Stiles made a show of being disappointed, complaining that he had three sets of spiked collars and matching leads waiting for the right moment.
Lydia hoped and prayed he was kidding.

"I don't know, he was a nice guy but we just didn't click'', Lydia shrugged and inspected her nails, "It felt unfair to have another date with him - on Valentines Day as well''.
Stiles nodded slowly, pulling a handful of chips from the packet as he thought.
"Well that seems fair enough, I guess. How many dates did you have with this guy?''
Lydia quickly counted off on her fingers before guessing.
"Around eight or so?''
Stiles coughed nervously and gestured to thin air with his hand as he mumbled, "So when did you know, attempt to… when did you discover, he wasn't very satisfying. To you. Sexually. To you…'' He mentally berated himself and pretended he didn't see Lydia smiling at him.
"Well...''

Thirty five minutes had passed and the pair had found comfort on a mess of cushions and pillows on the floor. They lay away from each other, their heads resting together in the middle of their makeshift mattress.
Stiles was sprawled out with his mouth hanging open in awe. He had listened with full, rapt attention as Lydia explained how girls bodies worked, what they liked, what they didn't like - what she liked, what she loved.
"He just wasn't doing it for me'', she sighed, "After four hours of trying and poking and prodding, we gave up'', Lydia shuddered, "It's been like that with the last few guys I've dated and I don't know - maybe it's me''. She pouted at the ceiling before filling her mouth with gummy worms. "I can't believe you were going to confiscate these from me, you terrible person''.

"I would never take your gummy worms away from you, I'm not stupid or suicidal...'' Stiles smirked as let out a muffled sound of protest which he decided to ignore.
"Well, I don't know what to say Lydia - you're not telling this to the guy with a lot of sexual experience...''
"What about you and Malia?''
Stiles winced and felt, rather than heard, her chuckle beside him.
He stifled his own grin and blocked out the memories of falling off of beds and scratch marks that went past kinky and way into 'holy shit my girlfriend really does have claws territory'.
"Let's call Malia a learning curve, shall we?''
Lydia laughed and blindly offered the boy a gummy worm, letting it drop awkwardly onto his cheek before he opened his lips for her.
"Woah, a red one - someone's feeling generous tonight''.
"Shit, I thought that was an orange one!''
"You're a horrific friend''.
Lydia cackled.