Title: Do you remember?
Rated: T
Characters: Stiles/Lydia
Summary: Remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say "I told you so," but you didn't. - Six chapters of one shots. Stydia.

"Seriously, Lydia? The beach?"

You look at me, squinting through your puppy dog eyes, as though I am the craziest person on the planet to even suggest such a thing. I giggle and slip on the pair of shades that belong to you- your favorite possession other than your jeep- making a face at your obvious disdain. You're getting old.

"Have you seen the weather forecast? There's a storm rolling in, Red."

But I can see that I'm wearing you down, like I always do. You can tell how excited I am, can tell that I am not going to stop asking until you give in, so saving yourself the bother, you sigh in defeat and catch the towel that I throw you. I smile, knowing full well that I've won again, but you're stubborn. I know that full well, too.

"I'd much rather prefer to have you in our bed," You tell me, watching as I slip out of my blue throw. "continuing the activities from last night... but sure, I'll go to the beach; to drown you for being so insufferable." I stand and wonder. I don't think I ever told you just how much I loved your humor.

I giggle and swing my hips as I make my way over to the bed where you're still laying under soiled sheets. "Baby, I'd pull you down with me." I say, running a hand down your torso. You look so content, so peaceful. I remember the creases that form whenever you laugh. The flare of your nostrils when you concentrate.

Grinning devilishly, you cross your arms behind your head and fix me with a cheeky wink. "I can't think of a better way to die."

It's all that I have to stop myself from climbing back into bed. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. It would be a perfect shame to spend it under the sheets all morning even though I wish to god I'd held you more. Nothing will change my mind. You know, because you've tried before, and you've failed before. "You'd better wear that red bikini that I like," you tell me, face scrunched in disdain. "and no way in hell are you taking that book of yours."

It's midday by the time we get to the beach. It's completely empty with the exception of a few deckchairs and sun loungers. I run ahead like a little child, desperate to sink my toes into the sand. Although you're reluctant to join me, I can feel your joy in watching me radiate off of you, and it makes me want to burst with happiness. I know you hate cheesy, but I love it. And I love you.

The sand is cold under my feet, the breeze picking up. The tide is rolling in, thick waves crashing against one another in the fight to be the first to wash against the shore. The sky has turned from bright blue to a dull grey, but nothing can affect my mood. "Come and join me!" I shout from the tide line. You're draped over a sun lounger, head once again propped up by your interlinked arms.
I know you hate the beach.

The water is absolutely freezing and it numbs my feet instantly. I'm sinking into the sand as the tide washes out, ready to strike the shore again. It rolls in just as fast as the clouds do.

"Oh, no. I hope it doesn't rain!" You shout sarcastically from where you're perched under a sun shade. "Don't think for a second you're coming under, this was your stupid idea!"

I giggle and jog lightly back up the sand, stand before you with my hands on my hips. "Don't be such a grump. Come on, I dare you." Your eyes narrow. I know you're weary of the challenge but you'll never admit defeat. You slowly stand up, squaring your shoulders to establish your dominance. You brush past me, trailing your fingers up my arm as you begin towards the shore. I remember your childish grin, the way your eyes smiled. I don't think I'll ever forget.

I watch as you strip off your shoes and socks and roll the bottom of your jeans up. The cold water washes over your toes and you wince. "Fuck, it's freezing."

I giggle and follow suit, shivering slightly as the water submerges my feet. I look over to you before I take a step forward. I raise my eyebrows, daring to see if you'd venture further. You look at me like I'm absolutely crazy; maybe I am. Regardless, you take another step. Taking a deep breath, I decide to bite the bullet and wade further into the water until I am waist deep. I'm fucking freezing and shivering like mad but like you, I won't admit it. You laugh and shake your head. "Are you stupid?" You guffaw, "You're gonna get pneumonia."

"Just as long as I don't get chicken pox." I remember retorting cheekily.

You shake your head again in disbelief, but your smile is immeasurable, pleasure visible. You pause for a second, contemplating. It's not the cold water that shocks me when you peel your shirt off and dive under the waves. You disappear for a few seconds and I begin to panic. I know you don't like the water.

I call your name frantically for about half a minute before I feel your arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me under. My screams bubble against the surface before I am under completely. We break the surface just as the dark clouds above us do. Within seconds, the heavens have opened completely.

You kiss me then. In the middle of the ocean. In the middle of the rain. It's the slowest, sweetest kiss I can ever remember you giving me. Your body is warm in contrast with the coldness of the water and I melt into you. I come to the conclusion that this is the best I have ever felt and it's all because of you. Your lips travel down from my lips to my neck, nibbling up and down between my earlobe and my collar bone. It's so heavenly, I start to believe that I have drowned and died.

I can feel you tugging at my shorts and you smile against my skin. I know what you want, and even though we're floating in the middle of the ocean in the middle of a storm, I don't deny you.

Remember that time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say "I told you so," But you didn't.