"This doesn't change anything cause' we're sober this time, right?''
A plaid shirt was chucked over a desk chair, books falling from the table as hips collided with the corner.
"Of course not, we're friends - close friends-''
"Special friends".
A skirt fell to the floor, a sigh, a groan. It was kicked across the floor by bare, delicate feet.
"Who can maintain a mature friendship with each other. Our friendship will not be ruined just because we're… we're...''
"So good at kissing each other?''
A belt buckle rattled, a zip unfastened. Groans were muffled between lips.
"Oh god, yes".
A shirt was thrown into the corner of the room.

Curious eyes raked across the other's form, taking in curves and dips and smooth skin, lean muscles and broad shoulders; freckles and constellations of moles that had yet to be discovered with full, eager lips.
"Holy shit, you're beautiful''.
"Stiles...''
"Come here".

Lydia threw her little body into Stiles' arms, his own chest meeting her own half way across the room as they collided. Their lips found each others easily and they melted together, already so familiar with each others kisses.
Stiles lifted the girl, his rough palms cupping her ass as he lifted her up and into him, she responded with a moan of approval, her surprisingly long legs curling around his waist as she clung to him. They stumbled their way over discarded bags and forgotten shoes to his bed, only making it halfway as they ended up against a wall.
She gasped at the cold surface as Stiles braced her between it and his warm body. She ran excited hands his frame, her body held up by his own as her fingers trailed across his strong arms and muscular shoulders.
The girl tilted her head back in delight as she allowed him to kiss, lick and nip at her neck, gasping when his lips found a particularly sensitive spot below her ear. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as she squirmed in his arms and wondered when the fuck her best friend turned into one of the guys she read about in her 'romance' novels.
You know, the kind she hid under her bed?

Tiny hands explored the wide, flat planes of muscle that stretched across his back, his skin tanned from the previous summer and hours of lacrosse practice. She traced each freckle and mole she found with a smile, making a silent promise to kiss each one she came across.

Stiles ground himself into her, all previous thoughts of possible hurting the girl flying out of the window as she moaned into his neck and gripped a handful of his mussed up hair. He grinned against her lips as she attacked him with feverish kisses. Lydia was impatient and she clawed at his back to prove her point. Noises of pleasure and protest came from her throat and Stiles remembered them from that fateful Sunday evening.
He placated her with soothing circles on the backs of her thighs - her legs gripping his frame harder as she attempted to pull the large boy into her. He chuckled into her parted lips and he could feel her scowling at him despite his closed eyes. The sharp bite to his bottom lip confirmed his suspicions.
"What do you want, Lydia?''
"Stiles, you already know fine well...''
His grin grew and he tried to keep his friend still as she wriggled impatiently in his jeans were becoming impossibly uncomfortable.
"I wanna hear you say it'', his voice dropped lower than before, his words hoarse and rough, "I want to hear you say those words to me again, Lydia''.
Valentines day, she was in his lap, half naked and turned on to ridiculous levels. Her voice resonated through him.
"You need to tell me, Lydia, please..."

"Touch me, Stiles".

Lydia opened her heavy, hooded eyes - dark with lust and anticipation. She licked her lips, his eyes following the movement as his hands took in the delectable curves of her ass. He was in heaven.
Her voice was quiet and breathy, she sounded out of breath, worked up and exhilarated.
"You want me to tell you that I want you to touch me?''
The boy's eyes glazed over at her words, his gaze trained on her smirking lips.
"Stiles?''
He snapped out of it, nodding slowly as he pulled their bodies together, closer than possible.
Lydia's breath hitched and Stiles attacked her neck once more, his mouth trailing fire across her collarbone and moving into the dip between her breasts, the lace of her bra tickling his cheeks and heightening his already crazed senses.
Her lips brushed his ear as she murmured, "I want to touch you this time, Stiles''.
His groan could have been heard outside and it vibrated through his chest, against the girls own body. Stiles muttered curse words into her skin - her laughter doing bad, bad things to him. He raised his head to look at her and Lydia couldn't help but appreciate his wild hair, bare chest and hooded eyes.
Day old stubble created shadows across his jawline and Lydia wanted to kiss him there.
She did - using that same movement to whisper a ''please'' into his skin.
"Fuck, Lydia. I wanna - Yes. But… I wanna touch you, wanna make you feel good...'' His sentences were unfinished, trailing off into her parted lips and stolen by her kisses. His brain was fried, all logical thoughts gone. He was liquid lust around this girl.

Lydia squirmed in his arms, smiling as he let out a hiss. She slipped down his body and he steadied her until she found her footing. Without her heels, she stood just below his chins and she couldn't help smile down at her mussed up curls.
"Well, I wanna touch you first".
"No, I wanna go first".
"You had your turn last time, I wanna make you-''
"I'm older and taller and bigger and-''
"Are we seriously arguing about this?!'' Lydia stood in her underwear, glaring up at the boy with her hands on her hips.
"Have I ever told you that you're ridiculously hot when you're angry?''
Stiles grinned, his jeans sliding down his narrow hips with every step he took towards her. The white band of his underwear called out to Lydia and her nimble fingers soon slipped into the elastic as he closed his arms around her.
It took her seconds to wrap her tiny hands around the length of him, stiling in surprise and the size of her best friend.
She looked up at him as he stood with his eyes closed tightly and his lips parted.
"Well isn't this a nice surprise?'' Her voice was filled with teasing and genuine excitement - she was still technically human after all.
"Lydia I swear to god...''
Her eyebrows were raised in a challenge and she prompted him to continue. The girl stood on her toes, leaning up to graze feather light kisses along his jawline, trailing them down to his neck, shoulders and chest.
His ribcage felt like it was about to cave in. Her own body brushed across his with her movements, her smooth, bare skin gliding along his own like silk. Pairing that with her wet kisses and her hold on his dick, Stiles felt like any other teenage boy at that moment.
"Lydia Martin, if you don't do something, like right now, I won't be held responsible for the mess that I will create".
She laughed gleefully and continued with her peppering of kisses.
"You want me to move my hand?''
Stiles nodded, his eyes still closed.
"You wanna move to the bed?"
He shook his head, his breath hitching as her hand squeezed him ever so slightly. In response, he moved back into the wall and she followed. This time his bare skin hit the cool paint, his jeans, unbuttoned and scratching against the surface behind him.

Lydia's nose grazed his chin and her lips soon found his own as he open up to her, letting her tongue do wonderful things to his own as her hand moved across the length of him. He groaned into her parted lips and she moaned in return - her body moving closer and pressing into him, her hand crushed between their bodies.
His breath grew shallow and he tore his lips away from hers as his chest heaved. Stiles let his head drop forward, resting on her own as her hand worked him faster, each movement precise and glorious and so, absolutely, fucking perfect.
"Lydia…" His voice was dry, guttural and Lydia loved it.
"Yeah, Stiles?''
"I can't… I-''
"Tell me". She peppered kisses across his exposed neck and shoulder, any bare skin that she could reach.
He moaned low and heavy into her ear.
"I'm gonna come, fuck. Lydia, so good, I swear''.

The girl stroked him faster, squeezing his length tighter as his hands flew to her waist and gripped her hard. She gasped, desperate to give him the same pleasure he gave her, to see him come apart from her hands, her lips.
He threw his head back with a low moan, his lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. Lydia watched him in awe, her hands slowing to a stop as he panted heavily, his body melting into the wall.

Silence fell over them and the only sound was shallow breaths and slow, lazy kisses. They parted and Stiles finally opened his eyes, heavy from lust. He gazed down at her in utter adoration and shock.
"Holy shit''.

Ten minutes had passed and Lydia was lying on her stomach across Stiles' unmade bed. Her still half naked body was stretched out amongst the pillows and her brow was furrowed as she read the back of a bio textbook she had found on the floor.
The bathroom door clicked open and she looked up to see Stiles standing in the doorway, his jeans and ruined boxers discarded and some grey sweats in their place.
She was delighted to see that he had yet to find another shirt.

He moved towards her and her wide eyes followed the movements and ripples of muscles appreciatively. His hair was still gloriously messy and when he fell down onto the bed beside her, he ran long fingers through her own; brushing out the curls and knots.
Stiles placed as kiss on her shoulder wondering how they hell he had ended up half naked and post orgasmic in his bed with his best friend. With Lydia.
As she crawled on top of him, he decided not to question it.

Lydia was now one hundred percent certain that her favourite place was on top of Stiles. She watched from above him as he leaned back on his elbows, his chocolate eyes travelling down the length of her.
Her was sure her skin was made of vanilla ice cream or something - her strawberry blonde tresses only causing it to stand out more. She was flawless.
He told her.
She shook her head with a small smile.
He kissed it away.

Kissing Lydia was like unlocking all of the worlds secrets, Stiles thought, his lips moving gently across her own. She poured her soul into him, her body grinding slowly on top of his own. She shivered at his touch and he found galaxies in her battle bruises, maps of unknown plants on the blue and purple veins that he traced on her thighs.
His hands pulled at her underwear, the lace slipping to the side as his fingers found that spot that made her moan his name into his lips.
He was hard under her in an instant.
Stiles rubbed softly at her sensitive skin, her legs straddling his lap as his hand slipped between their bodies.
Lydia gyrated against him, moaning low and breathy as his fingers slipped inside her, his thumb stroking her softly. Her forehead collided with his own, their lips brushing and kissing, tasting each others sighs and breaths and words.
He murmured to her, his breath warm in her ear as he told her how good she felt. Her legs closed around his hand, his long fingers coaxing more and more pleasure out of her.
Her body tensed and he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her to him as she fell apart from his lips, his fingers and his soothing words of encouragement.

Stiles fell back onto the mattress, Lydia falling with him as her head found a comfortable nook between his shoulder and chin. She gasped for air as Stiles' rough palms painted soft patterns across her bare back. The girl erupted in goosebumps and she placed kisses on his neck.

They lay together, in his bed, half naked and blissful as the school bell rang in the distance - signalling the end of last period.