It was 7.46am when Sheriff Stilinski was getting ready to leave for work on Monday morning. He stood at the front door, trying to grip his morning paper between his teeth as he shrugged his jacket on.
It was 7.47am when he seen a strawberry blonde creep across the top landing of his home, her bare feet tiptoeing across the carpet before she disappeared into the bathroom.
Bewildered, he picked up his coffee canteen and stepped out into the February frost. It was 7.56am by the time the cruiser had warmed up and he had decided to not mention Lydia's staying over to his son.
He knew that watching them work out whatever was going on between them would be far too hilarious to miss.

Lydia unlocked and opened the bathroom door as softly as she possibly could, peeking round the door to ensure the Sheriff would not be walking around.
When she heard the car roll out of the driveway, she released the breath that she had been holding and dashed back to Stiles' room.
She clicked the door closed behind her and squinted into the dim light. The morning sun shone through the slatted blinds and cast rows of light all around the room. Flecks of dust sparkled in the rays.
The girl leaned against the doorframe, her eyes cast downwards to watch the sleeping boy before her.

She bit her lip, running a hand through her mane of curls. The hem of Stiles' t-shirt brushed her thighs and she sighed. Stiles lay in bed, his head hidden in a pile of pillows, his bare back warming in the sun.

Lydia observed him as he stirred in bed, the muscles in his back rippling. Lydia bit down harder on her lip and took a tentative step towards the bed.
The wooden floorboards were cool under her bare feet. She shivered.
The bed dipped under her slight weight and she held her breath as Stiles moved under the sheets and turned towards her. His sleep heavy eyes peered up at her and he smiled warmly.

Morning Stiles was gorgeous, Lydia thought. His eyes were chocolate and his hair was adorably mussed. He licked his pouty lips and stretched himself out. His arms went taught as they rose above his head. The sheets slipped to reveal more lean muscles, tanned skin and dustings of hidden moles that Lydia had never discovered before.
"Hey".
Lydia was sure she was blushing, she could feel the heat on her cheek, creeping down to her chest, her smile was flustered and nervously, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Hi".

Stiles only hesitated for a second before he reached a hand out and brushed his knuckles along the girl's forearm. He left goosebumps in his wake and it didn't escape his notice.
"We're going to be late for school...''
Stiles groaned at the horrible reminder that today was Monday. He groaned and let himself fall forward, his head almost in Lydia's lap. She stilled at the contact before allowing herself to run her fingers through his unruly hair.
Stiles hummed happily and then the pair fell into an almost, but not entirely, uncomfortable silence.

"Lydia, last night…"
"Stiles".
The boy stopped, rolling over until he faced upwards. He was greeted by big, hazel eyes - specks of green turning to emerald in the morning sunlight. Her long lashes fascinated him.
The boy watched as Lydia pressed her lips together before smiling down at him almost shyly.
"...Stiles, last night was - last night, you...'', She bit back a grin before nodding slowly and letting a small laugh slip out, "Last night was really, really something. Yeah… Wow'' She laughed again and Stiles grinned up at her.
He raised his eyebrows at her and smirked, his hair sticking up in all directions. Lydia thought he looked irresistible. She bit down her lip once more.
"What are special friends for?''
Lydia shook her head with a smile trying not to roll her eyes and encourage the boy further. She placed as quick kiss on her friends forehead and jumped off of the mattress, letting Stiles' head fall onto the bed in the process.
"You need to get up!"
"I take it I'm giving you a lift to school?'' Stiles rolled out of bed stumbling sleepily as he searched the floor for last night's discarded t-shirt.
He smiled as he watched Lydia collect it from his desk chair and hold it out to him. She pulled it away from his outstretched hand and smirked, letting her usual bravado return as her eyes skimmed across his bare chest. He tensed under her stare, his abdominal muscles tightening.
Lydia tilted her head to the side, gazing up at him. She dropped the shirt to the floor.
"You don't need that yet".
Stiles head dropped to the side and he let out a breathy lap, his bare chest brushing against Lydia's smaller body as he left the room with a wink and headed to shower.

"Urgh, are you sure we don't have time to drop by mine before class?''
"Lydia, we're already running late...'' Stiles frowned as he backed carefully out of the drive, glancing down at the girls skinny jeans quickly, "You look perfect as always, I don't know why you want to change so badly".
Lydia's lips pursed as she tried to not smile at the compliment, instead focusing on the problem at hand.
"You know I only wear jeans around you - no one else!'' She also ignored Stiles' smug smile as they headed towards town, "And! And I don't have heels with me either!" She sighed heavily - over dramatically - and let her head drop against the rain streaked window.
Stiles laughed, as she expected.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with what you're wearing. I'd be more concerned that you forgot your Bio essay that's due today…"
She waved a hand dismissively, "I'll write it up again during my free period - I remember the majority of it".
"Of course you do".

When Stiles pulled up to school, he killed the engine and turned to Lydia with curious eyes. Lydia glanced at him sideways, her mouth curling into a small smile as she waited for the words that she knew were coming.
"Lydia… last night. What - where does that put us now?" Stiles squinted, his hand grabbing at his hair awkwardly.
Lydia struggled to form the words she wished she could say easily. Emotions were not her strong point. She had developed over the years, she was able to open up more - to her friends, to Stiles.
So when she turned to the boy, it was with wide, honest eyes and a reassuring smile.
"Stiles, she took his worrying hand away from his poor hair, holding it in her own. She intertwined their fingers in a way that was familiar yet it took her back to last nights new events. Her breath hitched.

"Special friends, right?"
Stiles frowned over that phrase that he had heard so much over the last twenty four hours.
"Like… friends with benefits or something?"
"No!" Lydia scowled at him, her fingers tightening around his own larger ones, "It's not like that. Last night - last night wasn't like that".
She sighed, trying to find the best words to explain.
"I wouldn't do that with just anyone Stiles", she frowned at the floor, "Not anymore, not after Jackson and everything…"
Lydia trailed off at the mention of the ex she hardly ever spoke about. Stiles fingertips danced across her palm, reassuring strokes and encouraging circles.
His voice was quiet as he murmured, "I know that Lydia".
"I wouldn't do that with any other friend either… not Scott or Isaac or Adien -''
She was cut off by Stiles annoyed grunt and she smiled as he grimaced at her.
"Just you Stiles - that's why it was special".

Stiles nodded slowly processing the information, his lips pursed and his chocolate eyes warm as he gazed over at her. He never expected the events of last night to a regular occurrence, he didn't think that Lydia would be making out with him during study sessions - he was simply elated to hear that Lydia trusted him like that.
"I think I like being your special friend, Lydia", the girl laughed and he grinned in return.