A/N: So I may have thought I was done with this story, because I had some serious writers block and poured my time into my other story (take all that I have). But I had some lovely reviews asking for more, and found some inspiration.
I will be writing one more chapter after this, so stay tuned for that. Thank you so much for your reviews, they keep me going!
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I could get used to this. Lydia thinks sleepily. All she can feel is warmth and the feel of Stiles' skin on hers. She can feel his breath on her neck, hot and even. His arm is draped over her stomach lazily, and it feels perfect.
She wonders what it would be like getting to sleep beside him on a regular basis. It's like they fit together perfectly and she just feels better when she's next to him.
Lydia is roused from her sleepy thoughts when she hears the front door open.
She bolts upright, realizing that they must had fallen asleep after their not-so-talkative conversation about what they were. Stiles is still curled up next to where she had been laying, his mouth hanging open slightly. He looks so peaceful, even with her rustling the sheets. She glances over at the alarm clock on the bedside table - 9:43.
Shit.
"Lydia, honey are you home?" Her mother's voice rings out from downstairs, and the panic in Lydia's chest dials up a few notches.
My mother cannot find Stiles asleep in my bed.. She thinks.
Lydia finds her sweatpants and shirt she'd been wearing earlier and pulls them back on quickly. She hurriedly shakes Stiles to wake him up. "Stiles!" She half whispers. He flips over, obviously startled. His arms and legs flail out as he wakes up. "Wha-" he tries to say, eyes wide, but Lydia silences him with her index finger, placing it over his lips. He smiles and softly kisses her finger before she pulls it away, and she feels herself melt a little.
She shakes it off and makes her way over to her bedroom door when her mom calls out again. "Lydia?'" Lydia quickly opens the door and calls out. "Yeah mom, I'll be right down!"
She silently closes the door and turns back to Stiles, who had apparently frozen in place with the knowledge that her mom was home, eyes bulging. He's sprawled out on the bed, still stark naked. Part of her wants to jump him again, kiss him senseless and never come back from the piece of heaven that they create together. But the more sensible part of her shoves it back down. "I'll be right back." She whispers to him. She motions for him to get dressed, and makes her way downstairs.
She finds her mom in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of red wine. "Hi" Lydia says nervously.
Her mom's face lights up when she turns around and sees Lydia, pulling her into a quick hug. "How was the convention mom?" Lydia asks, trying to make conversation.
"Oh it was fine, nothing too new." Her mom says, picking up her wine glass and moving from the kitchen into the adjoining living room. "How was your weekend? Lots of studying I hope?" She asks as she settles down on the couch, pulling out her phone.
"As always, yes mom." She doesn't even feel the least bit guilty about lying, at least not at the moment. "Well I was about to hop in the shower, so I'll see you in the morning?" Lydia says, trying to find the least suspicious way to get back upstairs.
"Oh sure honey, I'll be up later." Her mom says, waving her off. She's clearly engrossed in her emails, her fingers flicking across the screen of her phone wildly.
Lydia puffs out a small sigh of relief and turns to make her way back up to her room. She has to force herself not to bound up the stairs, the pull in her chest from the boy who made her finally feel something real and the urgency to get him out of the house so her mother doesn't see proves to be making it difficult.
She finally opens her bedroom door, expecting to see him waiting patiently, but there's no such boy in sight. "Stiles?" She hisses quietly, whipping her head around the room, wondering where he'd gone.
She hears a creek come from her left and she turns to see a flushed and tentative Stiles opening up the door of her closet and creeping out.
She almost wants to wrap her arms around him, finding his uncertainty adorable. But the other voice in her head reminds her of the situation. She bites back a laugh as he looks up at her sheepishly. "Yeah - I totally panicked and this seemed like the best idea. Not my best. " He half whispers, motioning back towards the inside of the closet.
She shakes her head and smiles at him before kissing him sweetly, really not wanting him to leave, but knowing there's not really another option. He doesn't seem to care though, as she feels him deepen the kiss, placing his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks.
She sighs into him and wraps her arms around his back, not wanting whatever this is to end.
She pulls away reluctantly, sighing slightly. "You're gonna have to go out the window." She says.
"Not a problem. I have plenty of experiences with windows." He grins. She feels the ugly green monster in her chest claw it's way out, and she feels her face pale. I wonder how many times he's sneaked out of her window.
As if he reads her mind, he cringes at his words and shakes his head. "No, Lyds - dammit sorry - Scott's window. They don't have a spare key, how else am I supposed to get in?" He says incredulously, as if it was natural.
She feels her face relax, "It's okay." She says softly, giving him a weak smile before pressing her lips to his again. "Okay, you really have to go now, or my mom will wonder what's taking me so long to get in the shower."
His eyebrows perk up at the mention of shower. "Or, maybe I should just stay and join you." He says suggestively, raising his eyebrows at her.
Oh I wish, she thinks, but knows she can't give in. "Maybe some other time." She says, winking at him and a grin spreading across her lips.
He beams back at her before he puffs "Fine." She rolls her eyes and watches him open up the window and somehow stretch his long legs gracefully through it. She follows him and watches him plop down into her back yard.
He looks back up and smiles. For a spaz, he is surprisingly good on his feet. "I'll see you tomorrow Lyds." He says, winking at her.
"Tomorrow." She agrees, waving at him. "I love you." She says, her voice barely a whisper as he makes his way to the back fence, clambers over it and disappears.
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Lydia can't help but feel nervous as she pulls into the school parking lot the next morning, her hands shaking slightly. She doesn't know what to expect, if he's going to want to show them off, kept it quiet, or ignore her completely.
She honestly doesn't know which option is worse at this point.
She slides out of the car and smooths out her dress before looking up. She feels herself smile wide as she sees Stiles making his way over to her.
"Good morning." He beams as he reaches her, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She can't help but feel a bit giddy.
"Hi." She says sheepishly, feeling shy all of a sudden.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He questions, obviously taking notice. He leans up against her driver door and awaits an answer.
"Well, we never did define this." Lydia says after a few moments.
"Who says we have to define anything to anyone else?" He says, turning to face her and their eyes lock. She feels the heat creep back up in her face before tearing her eyes away.
"Look, if you don't want to flaunt this all over the school it's fine.." Stiles tries to say before she cuts him off.
"No, it's not that." She assures. "I just, I don't know, I haven't done this before."
He raises his eyebrows at her. "Yes you have."
She thinks about Jackson and Aiden, and sure she may have held their hand and gotten intimate with them, but neither one of them had ever made her feel like this. Not even close.
"No, I haven't. Not like this." She says, her voice barely a whisper.
When she finds the courage to look back up at Stiles, he's obviously trying to contain a beaming smile. He looks over at her and leans in to capture her lips.
She smiles into him and he brings his right hand up to her cheek and cradles it. He pulls away and searches her eyes for some sort of answer.
She finds the courage to take his hand and lace their fingers together, answering his silent question.
Apparently that was good enough, because she hears him chuckle as they make their way into the school to face the world together.