Stiles let out a slow breath, taking careful steps towards the girl who was curled around herself on one of the cafe chairs. Her head was slumped forward and she was staring down at her phones blank screen.
"Lydia?" Stiles murmured to her softly, crouching down to her level and placing a gentle hand on her knee.

Lydia jumped slightly, tearing her eyes away from her dead phone and seeing coffee coloured eyes in front of her. She gasped.
"Stiles!"
The girl threw her arms around him without a second thought. Lydia buried her face in the comforting spot between Stiles' shoulder chin, her voice catching as she tried to apologize.
"I'm sorry", she hiccuped slightly, "I'm sorry I left this morning. I'm sorry I didn't call".
Stiles sighed and let his arms wrap around her, one hand finding it's way into her curls as he held her to him. He tried to keep the disappointment and hurt out of his voice when he asked her, "What about being here now - with him. Are you sorry about that too?''
He pulled away from her slightly, watching with a sinking heart as a tear escaped from Lydia's eye. She gazed back at him, too guilty to drop her gaze.

The boy nodded silently towards to movie theater doors, "Is he still in there?''
Lydia nodded, her eyes wide and still full of tears. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when Stiles took her hand in his own and gently pulled her to her feet.
"Let's go talk in the jeep, yeah?''
Lydia let him lead her outside, the cool air stinging her flushed cheeks. The sky was a deep navy and full, grey clouds threatened to open above them. She watched with soft eyes and a softer heart as Stiles held the passenger door for, making sure she climbed in carefully before closing it with a quiet click.

She stared at the windscreen in pretend fascination, watching as big, fat raindrops fell heavily from the sky. She sensed, rather than saw Stiles climb into the front cab beside her. Her skin warmed and the tiny hairs on her bare arms raised into goosebumps. The smell of fresh mint and rainwater invaded her space - and something else that was entirely Stiles. It was silent apart from the slow but steady beat of rain falling from the heavens, the neon signs from the diner flashing in the distance, illuminating the couple in vibrant aqua and soft pinks. Stiles pushed out a slow breath from between his lips, watching the last car leave it's parking space beside them and leave them alone on the empty tarmac.
"Did you kiss him?''

Lydia started at the sound of Stiles' voice, the silence between them and stretched on for minutes and although his words were sharp, his voice was quiet and hoarse. He cleared his throat once and turned to look at her.
She mirrored his actions, turning in her seat to gaze over at the boy in the dark - the boy with glowing amber eyes and messy chocolate hair. His skin was bathed in neon lights and he was luminous. Her voice caught in her throat at the sight of him.
"No", she spoke with more strength than she felt.

Within seconds of hearing her response, Stiles softened. His body, which was tense and rigid, melted into his seat whilst his eyes melted into liquid gold. His hands fell from their white knuckle grip on the steering wheel and instead sat fidgeting in his lap. Stiles longed to reach out to her to touch her, it seemed like an eternity since he had held her in his bed. Instead, he denied himself - he was angry with her, still upset and disappointed. Most of all, he was still completely confused.

"I haven't wanted to kiss him, Stiles, I haven't wanted to kiss anyone except you'', Lydia's voice was almost a mumble and it was in danger of being drowned out by the steadily increasing beat of the falling rain. The windscreen was streak with water, the outside world a blurry mosaic of colours and shapes. They were trapped in the bubble of Stiles' jeep.

The boy accepted this and nodded slowly. He looked at his friend with narrow, curious eyes. Running a hand through his hair, he asked her the most obvious question.
"Why are you here with him?''

Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to look at the boy in front of her. His pouty lips glistened as his tongue snuck out and wet them, her eyes followed every movement and her heart thudded in her chest.

"Stiles…" Her voice was almost pleading, her chest constricted and she nibbled on her bottom lip. Lydia watched him shake his head at her, his eyes sad.
"Don't I deserve to know at least half of what's going on?'' Stiles demanded, his voice rising slightly in volume, "For the past, what? Two weeks? We've been wrapped around each other kissing and-''

He let out a harsh breath, his words were rough and his voice deepened as he continued, "I've made you moan my name, Lydia, okay? I've watched you fall apart for me in my own bed and-'' His words stopped abruptly and his chest rose heavily and fell again. His eyes were dark as they shone at her in the darkness. All of a sudden, the jeep seemed extremely small.

Lydia's movements were careful and slow as she slid across to the middle seat, her leg pressing against the gear stick. Her eyes were wide as she watched an agitated Stiles slam a hand on the dashboard. She winced at the sudden noise and she longed to reach out and comfort him - she just wasn't sure if he would let her.

"I'm sorry, Stiles, I'm sorry - I fucked up, I know...'' Lydia's voice was almost a sob as she stared at her friend with wide, worried eyes, "I know-'' Her voice broke to a faint whisper. "I knew I'd fuck this up, I'm sorry-''

Her words, and her breath, were stolen from her lips as Stiles crashed his own into hers. Familiar warmth invaded her body as he blindly reached for her in the dark cab, his large hands finding her waist. He found her and pulled her onto his lap with ease, his hands finding comfort on her hips as Lydia straddled his legs and wound her arms around his neck - pulling him down to her level, closer to her.

He kissed her deeply and desperately, moaning into her as Lydia opened her lips for him - his tongue seeking out her own. She tasted like the weather outside - fresh and clean and stormy and so fucking wild. Stiles' chest rumbled against her own as he suppressed the deep groans. Outside, the rain battered against the car, each heavy raindrop matching the beat of their unsteady and erratic hearts.

"I want you, Stiles''
"You have me", he groaned in return, "You so fucking have me''.

Stiles hands tightened on Lydia's hips at her open submission and he called out her name as she rocked against him, whimpering at the hardness she found underneath her. Her tiny hands grappled at his shoulders, anchoring herself to him at the fear she would float away. Undeniable pleasure and need wracked her body, heat traveled across her chest and the familiar ache between her thighs surfaced.
"Stiles'', her words were hardly intelligible, his name was gasped breathily against his lips - only to be swallowed by the boys own moans.
"What is it?'' Stiles mumbled into her, his tongue snaking across her lips before reclaiming them with his own.
"I need, I need-'', Lydia's voice was a sob and she groaned in frustration, her body grinding down on Stiles' lap. He let out a hiss of breath at her actions, his hands flying to her thighs to still her movements. Instead, his hands found smooth, bare skin and his fingers brushed the edge of her skirt dangerously.
"What do you need?'' Stiles' voice was low and rough and Lydia melted at the sound of it, she was almost embarrassed at the need in her voice as she rocked closer to him.
Almost.

"Stiles, I need you… Please, need you...''
"Tell me sweetheart, I'll give you what you need''.
Lydia whimpered and took his hands in her own, pulling at them desperately. They moved along her legs until they disappeared under her skirt.
"Fucking hell, Lydia, do you know what you do to me?'' He pushed himself upwards and into her to prove his point. He was rock hard beneath her and trapped uncomfortably in his jeans.
"I like it when you call me that'', Lydia's voice was breathless and her eyes fluttered at the sensations her friend was causing.
"Yeah? You like me calling you 'sweetheart''? Stiles smirked against her lips.

Lydia nodded unashamed, her cheeks pink and unable to talk anymore.
It took Stiles merely seconds to navigate his way blindly through the layers of material that was her skirt. When his fingers met the familiar feel of lace, he smiled against her lips. He brushed his fingers over her, savoring the warmth he found. The rain roared down on them overhead, drowning out Lydia's low whimper. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her lips parted.

Stiles placed wet, open mouthed kisses along her neck and jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there. She shivered at the sensation of his teeth on her, his tongue quickly sneaking out to soothe the marks he left. One hand traced circles on her inner thigh whilst the other pulled her underwear away from her body and down her legs.
Lydia helped him do so with frantic actions, her legs getting tangled in the material and the small space. Stiles soothed her with more gentle kisses as she settled back down on top of him, her bare skin against the rough denim of his jeans. She was so turned on she almost wept at the sensation.
"Stiles. Stiles, please, please-''
"Shh, I know… I know, Lydia-''

The boy was cut off as she attacked his lips with her own once more, her hands reaching beneath his top until she had access to his warm, hard chest. She clung to him, savoring the feel of him underneath her, against her.
His fingers made their way back underneath her skirt whilst he held her to him with the other arm - his hand tangled in her hair as their kisses turned frantic.

"Oh god!'' Lydia tore her lips from his as his finger slipped inside of her before slowly drawing back out. A shiver tore through her body and she whimpered at the loss of him.
"More, please, Stiles more - need you'', Her words were nonsensical and she babbled into his lips, her sentences giving way to whimpers and moans.
"More? Yeah?''

She nodded against his lips, nipping at them before seeking out his tongue with her own. His fingers curled into her once more and she gasped, tightening around him. Stiles held her to his body and she engulfed his senses. All he could touch, taste, smell, see was Lydia. He moved his hand faster against her, cupping her warm, damp skin as they panted into each others open mouths. The windows were blocked with condensation and the heat that radiated from them.

"Stiles! I'm, I-''

Lydia came hard as she rocked her body into Stiles' own, his hand trapped between them and her thighs. Stiles groaned at the sight of her falling apart on his lap, his own need dangerously close to tipping over the edge. He held her until her breathing slowed, his fingers rubbing small circles on her inner thigh. The air became silent again and Lydia lay her head on Stiles' shoulder, her lips barely brushing his neck as she breathed unsteadily. A finality lay heavily in the air and Lydia's stomach twisted with a sudden uncertainty. Stiles was all she could feel, see and taste. He surrounded her and overwhelmed her - and the girl didn't know how to handle it anymore. She was terrified.

Lydia parted her lips to speak, yet she didn't quite know what she was going to say. Before she had the chance to weigh out some words on her tongue, she was interrupted.

"We can't do this anymore, Lydia''.