Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm,

Hmmm, Hmmm

Lydia leaned against the wall while her feet hung from her boyfriends bed. They hadn't been officially together for more than two months but it's not like they weren't practically dating for months before that. She let her eyes wander over his walls, they held posters and other nerd things she never had noticed before their summer together. He was truly surprising. Her attention then fell on the boy himself, he sat at his desk. His back hunched over and his head bent, his homework was in his lap. This was because his desk was filled like a mountain with papers and pictures and both of their laptops and just everything.

Lydia admired the freckles on his neck, the way his arm muscles could be seen due to his tight t-shirt. He finally cut his hair but he didn't buzz it again. She didn't know it but she had started to smile at him and all of his beauty. His hand moved with a ferocity that only someone who wanted to get everything out and on the page at once. His iPod rang out from the corner and on this late afternoon, Lydia ignored her homework and studying, and just appreciated her wonderful specimen of a boyfriend.

It's late at night

It's late in the night for a start

Stiles could feel her gaze on him but continued to work. As soon as he finished this page, he could go over there and really capture her attention. He just couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing, his mind was too jumbled. Aggravated, he threw his papers onto his mess of a desk. This got a chuckle from the girl across the room and he finally matched her stare. He eyed her affectionately as her hand shot up to cover her mouth. She was horrible at hiding a laugh. Stiles smiled back.

"You okay there?" She asked. He noticed that her things were already packed away into her bag on the floor.

Stiles swiveled the chair to look at her straight, "Yeah."

"Good," Lydia had now moved to the side of the bed, her legs dangling from the knee. She eyed the human before her and caught herself wondering what would have happened if they hadn't been dragged into the supernatural world. Would she have ever opened her eyes to see this great guy in front of her? Would she have ever realized that she didn't need to hide everything about herself that she now loved and loved that he did too? What would have happened?

"You done?" Stiles questioned as he stood up. He wore a pair of skinny jeans with his t-shirt; only socks covered his feet.

Lydia thought he was utterly gorgeous, "Are you?"

"Not even close," He admitted, standing in front of her. His legs rested against the bed as he leaned down towards her.

Lydia smirked, "You should get back to it then."

He wouldn't have any of it, "I should."

She tried to keep her hard-to-get demeanor as he dipped his head and their noses touched, "Yeah."

"I can't though," He turned his head, he was now whispering into her ear. His hands slowly climbing her arms.

Lydia felt her breath hitched and started to wonder when she had lost control of the situation, "Why not."

They both were a bit surprised when her voice came out staggered. She was loosing her composure.

Stiles smirked into her neck and breathed her in, "Someone keeps staring."

"I was not," Lydia tried to cover it up, her hand playfully hitting his chest but it soon came to rest upon it.

Stiles' hands left her arms and wrapped around her waist, "Stop lying, Lydia. You just can't resist."

"I-" Lydia started before he pulled her legs apart gently and pushed himself closer to her.

Stiles was gaining more and more confidence as the seconds passed, "Lydia."

Now his voice was breathy.

It's quiet again

Too much for noise to go on

Neither one of them spoke and their minds were in sync. Her hands ran up his torso and quickly pulled at the hair on the back of his neck. Stiles let his face fall in front of hers and they froze for a moment. Both engulfed in the sight of the other, so close with such desire. Lydia was the one to break, her lips crashing on to his and they held their breath.

He begged for entrance and her mouth parted.

Their tongues fought for dominance and they soon realized they liked to share. The kiss turned make-out session quickly made its way to a more gentle and lingered experience. The couple hardly kissed in public and when they did it was fleeting. But in these moments, behind closed doors, they could break. They could give in to it all and just listen to each others breathing. No words were needed.

Stiles and Lydia loved these moments alone. They defined their relationship more than their detective adventures, even if they hadn't gone on one of those since getting together. These moments were their lifeline and these moments gave them strength to get through a day of no PDA. No public displays of affection. Yes, they were teenagers and almost legal adults, but the pair knew they couldn't be all over each other. It would destroy the vibe of the pack.

Hell, Kira and Scott weren't even together yet.

To fill up the space

To fill up the rooms on Sunday Afternoon

Stiles gently laid her down on her back and let their lips part so they could breathe. His eyes looked down on her with so much passion and lust. Lydia was astonished. She had never been with a guy, in this way or any other way, that looked at her that way. Stiles was her very own something else and she loved every second with him. And as he caught his breath and moved on top of her, she knew she never wanted to let him go. She'd go down fighting.

She would not lose him.

He started a trail of kisses, licks and even bites down her neck until he got to her shoulder. Stiles thanked everything he knew when he saw that she wore a tank top that day. Something she didn't do often. And his trip down her body soon traveled down to her breasts. Lydia held on to his hair for dear life and a simple moan escaped her lips. This encouraged the young man and he continued with a smirk.

Lydia couldn't handle it anymore and pulled his face back up to hers. Their mouths moved as one.

Stiles let out a groan of his own and Lydia could feel his little buddy against her leg. Without even knowing it, she began to pull his shirt off. He complied to her wishes and soon she was looking at his abs and the happy trail she had avoided for months. He watched her face for a moment, while she took in the sights. A certain abundance of pride and lust over took him and their lips crashed.

For your lovely ears

Waiting for something to break this calm

Lydia had no idea when they had turned in his bed; her head now rested on a plush pillow. She did know that her hands would not stop running over Stiles' chest and she also knew that her face was heating up at the thoughts racing into her mind. Lydia tried to breathe between their now sloppy kisses. She now realized her legs were wrapped around his waist and things were definitely heating up down there too.

Lydia's next moan was a bit louder than the rest.

This made Stiles look down at her with an awed expression. The two laughed for a minute, literally wrapped up in each other. Lydia covered her face with her hands, completely embarrassed. She could not believe Stiles was the guy she wanted on top of her and she could not believe that he was. He was making her feel things she never knew existed. Lydia peeked up at him through her fingers, only to see him gazing down at her with the simplest of smiles painted on to his face.

"Why are you doing that?" He used one hand to softly remove both of hers from her face.

Lydia breathed in deep, "I don't know. I just-"

"I know."

They were close enough that they were breathing the same air and becoming light-headed. Or even more light-headed.

Send you my love in the sound

send you my love in the sound

"What song is this?" Lydia asked curiously; it had played nearly the whole time. It might have even repeated.

Stiles knit his eyebrows together, stunned by her topic change, "I-it's Noisy Sunday by Patrick Watson."

"I like it," Lydia's smile was simple and her hands were in his hair again.

His features shined, "Yeah. Me too." ϟ