A/N: This chapter makes me squee a bit, it gets a bit fluffy. I'm having so much fun writing this, so please let me know what you think/what you think I could change in my writing.
Happy reading!
Lydia's looking at her chemistry notes, or lack there of, later on that night. She's trying to study, but it's just not working.
She sighs and closes the book, and slides it away from her on the bed. Sitting up, she rubs her hands over her face. She releases a sigh and leans over on her side. Then, she takes her phone from her pocket.
She debates texting Stiles for a bit in her mind, wondering if his plans changed or something came up. She opens the message app on her phone and starts typing.
To: Stiles Stilinski
Are you still coming over or did something come up?
What am I going to tell him when/if he does come here? She wonders. I'm going to make things super awkward.
She's pulled away from her thoughts when she gets a text back.
From: Stiles Stilinski 8:49pm
im already here silly.
She scrambles up from the bed and rushes over to her window. She spots the jeep on the side of the street. Stiles opens up the door and steps out. He places his hands in his pockets and starts to walk up the driveway to her front door.
She suddenly gets nervous, her palms sweating and she starts to tremble. She half runs her way down the stairs to the door to let him in.
She wrenches it open before he can even knock. He looks up and grins at her. She swings the door open wider and gestures for him to come in. He obliges.
She leads him up to her bedroom wordlessly, as she's not sure where to begin. He reaches for her hand and follows her closely, even though he knows full well where her bedroom is. Once inside, she lingers at the foot of her bed, not sure what to do.
"So.." He starts. "What's up?"
"Oh you know, trying to study," She motions to the books sprawled out on the bed. "or faking it." She rambles, not sure where its coming from. She's always articulate and sure of herself.
She takes a seat on the end of her bed, smoothing out her dress as she does. Stiles sits beside her, facing towards her.
"You know what I meant. What's got you acting so weird?" He brings his eyes up to meet hers, and she swallows thickly.
"I know." She breathes. After a pause, she gathers up the strength to tell him. "You know how we were talking this morning about your sleep talking?" She stares at him, searching his eyes for any sort of clues to how he really feels.
"Yeah... I'm guessing I wasn't talking about Malia then?" He says, a flash of pain comes across his face that she's sure she imagined. His gaze turns into curious inspection.
"No...You said my name."
He jumps back a bit, taken by surprise. "Oh." He looks away from her for a second. Oh god, you shouldn't have said anything! Her brain screams at her.
He turns back to her before her brain can shout"more angry thoughts. "Did I say anything else?" he wonders out loud, looking for answers.
She slowly nods at him, and her cheeks flush. "Yeah, you said my name twice, and then.." She swallows again, like her body is trying to keep the words inside instead of letting them spill out. He looks into her eyes, and she finds courage. She starts again, pushing herself. "Then you said I love you."
He doesn't say anything at first, just a blank look on his face while their eyes lock. She starts to ramble again, the nervousness resurfacing.
"And I know you are with Malia and you probably weren't even talking about me when you said it, but god it's been stuck in my mind all day and that's why I've been so weird. I know we're friends and we should not even go th-"
Her words are cut off when he leans in and kisses her.
It takes her completely by surprise, like her brain shuts off. She briefly remembers their first kiss, and how everything about this one seems different. He moves his right hand up to her cheek and cradles it, his thumb caressing it. The soft touch makes her weak and snaps her out of her shock. He slowly pulls away and looks at her, as if he's sure he's misread her and that kissing her was a mistake. She forces herself to grab his face with her hands and pull him back to press her lips back to his, and he responds enthusiastically. He flicks his tongue at the entrance of her lips and she obliges. He tastes like licorice and all she can smell is that distinct safe smell she always associates with him.
He sighs happily when they break apart. He leans his forehead against hers, while they try to catch their breath.
She looks up at him and he's staring back, a slight smile on his lips.
"What was that?" She whispers.
"I don't know." He chuckles as he says it. "I just know I wanted you to shut up."
She makes a face and pulls her head away. Then she backhands him in the chest playfully. "Hey!" He says, still laughing.
He wraps his arm around her and slides closer to her. She looks back up at him and he presses another kiss to her cheek, chin and then lips.
She feels like she's floating, weightless and carefree as he kisses her. His hands are roaming her back and hers are in his hair. Their kisses become more desperate, like the other is their oxygen and the fire burns hotter with each press of their lips and slide of tongues.
Somewhere in chaos of their kisses her brain wakes up, a war starting in her thoughts. What are you doing? HE'S WITH SOMEONE. Who cares about that? He kisses like this! SERIOUSLY THIS IS A BAD IDEA!
She finally pulls away, panting hard. He looks like she's punched him in the gut.
"We can't do this." She says, even though part of her doesn't want to. "What about Malia?"
"What about her?" He whispers.
She looks at him incredulously. "She's your girlfriend!"
"Not anymore." He says sadly.
She does a double take. "Since when?" She demands.
"Tonight. She saw us earlier when I was talking to you in the parking lot. Halfway through studying she brings it up, accusing me of things. I told her that we are just friends, but all the same she wasn't too impressed. We fought." He sighs, running his hands through his hair. "I told her I wouldn't just abandon you as a friend and she said we were more than that. Obviously she was right, but I never thought I'd actually get my chance with you." He looks back up at her, his gaze meeting hers.
"Oh." She manages. "Surprise?" she laughs nervously.
"It's okay. It wasn't going anywhere with Malia anyway." He replies. He scoots closer to her and leans over to rest his head on hers. She reaches for his hand, and their fingers lace together.
They stay like that for a while, just listening to the other breathing. Lydia eventually wills her voice to work. "Stiles?" she whispers.
"Yeah Lyds?" He responds.
"Did you mean it?" She doesn't open her eyes, she doesn't wanna see his reaction, only wants to hear the truth.
"Of course. I'm pretty sure I've loved you since third grade when you pushed me off my swing on the playground." He says. She smiles and opens her eyes, turning to face him.
"I never did that." She protests.
"You did! Jessica Hammond was on the swing next to mine and you wanted to be beside her because she was your friend, so you pushed me!" He retorts, laughing.
She blushes and laughs with him. "Oh." She replies softly. He smiles back at her and kisses her again, softly this time.
She sighs and kisses him back, finally able to really enjoy it.
He pulls away from her lips, his hand still entwined with hers. "We should probably keep this quiet for a little bit though, I don't want to make things harder on Malia." He says, motioning with his other hand between them.
"I think I can handle that." She replies, leaning her head onto his chest.
He kisses the top of her head, and she feels herself smile against his shirt. "I should probably go though, my dad is home tonight."
"Yeah, my mom will be home soon too." She replies. She sits up, and he reluctantly lets go of her hand and stands from the bed. He picks up his backpack from the floor and turns back to her.
She gets up from the bed and wraps her arms around him. He does the same, squeezing her lightly and pressing a kiss in her hair. Now this feels right. She thinks.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Lyds." He says as they release each other. She responds by kissing him again. "See you." She smiles.
Once he leaves she curls up on her bed, and cuddles her pillow. She doesn't think she stops smiling until sleep takes her.