I'm going to be doing some more future-ness here soon, but I decided to put this in here just because! Hope you enjoy, it's kind of dumb but I thought you guys still might like it.

It was your typical Halloween night, high school rager. Some upperclassman's house was packed with drunken and idiotic teenage guys and girls. Being on the lacrosse team really put Scott on the map; he had been invited to the party as well as the rest of the team. Stiles and Scott attended; Scott invited Allison, who brought Lydia with her. This fact was no disappointment to anyone, especially Stiles.

Stiles had been making leeway with Lydia over the past few weeks; she was finally opening up and actually holding long and meaningful conversations with him, something he was incredibly excited about. Lydia was also content that their relationship was going somewhere, even though she hated to admit it. Part of her still wanted the title of Ms. Popularity but she was beginning to realize that wasn't what she needed anymore. Not in a town full of werewolves, Alphas, crazy grandfathers, and Kanima ex-boyfriends.

The four friends had a good bit of the adult beverages provided by some parents with questionable morals. All of them had become affected by the alcohol in some way. Allison was suddenly very irritable, Scott was completely out of it, Lydia's flirtatiousness has suddenly sky rocketed, and Stiles' confidence was becoming more and more apparent.

"Oh my goodness Scott, you're not even paying attention to me, it's like you don't even know I'm here!" Allison suddenly screamed at Scott, his eyes glazed over like a kid on anesthesia. She nudged him with her palm and turned around quickly, sauntering away. Scott fell backwards onto one of the chairs in the large family room. Lydia was sitting on the adjacent couch with her best "come hither" look placed on her face as Stiles walked over to check on his incoherent friend.

"Ohhhh Stiles." She giggled in false shyness. Both Stiles and Lydia had only had a glass and half of punch between the two of them; the effects were slight and only an excuse to justify the feelings they had for one another. Stiles' head immediately jerked up from its position, pitying Scott.

"Lydia." His voice hummed in satisfaction of just simply saying her name. "What's going on? Do you need something?"

"I want you to come and sit." She patted the space next to him. He was slightly taken aback, he knew she was a little tipsy but she still had her wits about her.

"Well alright then." He whispered to himself really, and sat down next to the strawberry blonde on the floral couch. "What's up?" He inquired.

"Oh nothing, it's just that you look pretty adorable tonight, if I do say so myself."

"Uh…huh… well thank you." He still didn't have a lot of confidence, just more than the normal daily siphoned amount. "You look nice yourself." He said trying not to focus on her curve hugging dress with her breasts beginning to overflow at the top.

"Awe…thanks Stiles." She flashed one of her famous, genuine smiles at him. She began running a hand up and down his arms and thigh, every place she touched, making him hyper aware of the situation. "So I've been thinking…" she tilted her head to see if he was paying attention, he was.

"You were thinking…." He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"About how adorable you are." Everything she said was true; the alcohol just gave her the will to actually say what she was thinking.

"Oh…oh…really? Is that it?" He gulped, he was still Stiles, he was still nervous.

"Mhm" She nodded. "And about how badly I've wanted to do this." She leaned into him and touched her painted on pink lips to his naturally pigmented ones.

It started out slow and soft but she began moving her tongue over his lips, causing him to moan softly. He opened his mouth with no protest and deepened the kiss. She ran her lean hands through his (kind of lack of) hair and then along his back to the hem of his shirt. He let his hands stay at her sides until she guided them with her own hands to her breasts. She smiled into the kiss, knowing it was making him nervous. She took it to the next level by putting her frigid hands under his shirt and let them linger on his waist. She bit his ear lightly as she felt him fidget next to her. He became swift though, kissing the whole way down the neck to the top of her cleavage

"Maybe…maybe…there's a…room somewhere." She breathed in slight desperation as he worked his way back up to her lips. It wasn't their first kiss but it was certainly the most intense.

"Yes…" He moaned into the nape of her neck as he ran his nose up it, leaving a trail of kisses along the jawline. They pulled away and went to find a more secluded area but not before noticing Scott's drunken mouth agape in shock of what he witnessed on the couch next to him.