Author's Note: Oh my god that Stydia kiss was so perfect! I hope to God that we get to see more of Stydia kissing and being a cute couple. That would be fantastic. Anyway this chapter isn't real long, but I hope you like it anyways.
Waking up to next her was everything he could dream of. Sun streamed through the window over his bed. He was glad to be awake before her. He was able to admire her beauty as much as he wanted and to appreciate where he was.
Their naked bodies were still tangled together, facing each other, limbs mixed together. Every surface of their bodies were touching as much as the other as physically possible. Lydia's strawberry blonde hair framed her face perfectly, it being disheveled from sleep and the night's previous activities.
Stiles grasped his fiancé's hands in his and kissed her fingertips softly. He admired the ring that looked so brilliant on her delicate hands, the one he had worked months to get. The one he had picked with such consideration, even consulting with her and his best friend to make sure she would love it. And she did, he always caught her looking at it, always with a big smile on her face. He loved the way it made her face glow when she admired it. She began to stir from her slumber after he pressed her fingers to his mouth. Her eyelids slowly lifted and she smiled lazily, realizing where she was.
"Morning." She whispered to him as he placed a hand on her cheek, and she put her hand over his, rubbing her thumb back and forth on top of it. She observed how gorgeous he looked under the glow of the morning sun peeking through the window next to his bed.
"Morning beautiful." He smiled cheekily not moving as he continued to look into her perfect green eyes. He used his both of his hands now to grab her face and move it closer to his, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then to her supple lips. "Mmmm, I love you Lyd." He whispered as he kissed the space right below her ear lobe. She grabbed his shoulder and let out a quiet yelp.
"I love you." She whispered again, happy that it was a Saturday morning and she hand no place better to be then here in her fiancé's apartment, in his bedroom, in his bed. The only thing that she was sad about was the fact that he shared the apartment with his best friend and not her. But she liked Scott and he never cared all that much if she was staying over, it wasn't all that bad.
Lydia reached for the back of her fiancé's neck, bringing him in for the kiss this time. She kissed him chastely but with a fierce amount of passion as she ran her fingers through her man's messy hair. He melted into her, but conveyed his personality when he smiled throughout the kiss. He would never get over how blessed he felt to have her, and he would treat her like a queen as long as she still wanted him around.
He was so excited because he was newly engaged to his dream girl, they were going to graduate in a few months and a few months after that he was going to get married to his dream girl and she had no qualms about it.
"You're so handsome, you know that right?" She said to him after a few moments of staring at each other for an extended amount of time. Almost as if they were to look away their significant other would disappear.
"If you say so." He laughed, "You're not so bad yourself Martin." She giggled at his use of her last name. She ran her fingers lightly over his bareback letting them only linger, making him feel comforted by her simplest forms of touch. He moved in closer to her again, kissing her soft, sensitive neck.
"Mmmm, baby." She moaned as he nibbled on her skin and traced over the area with his tongue. She ran a hand to the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair. Next he sat up and found the spot he was looking for. He craned his head downwards and lightly pressed his lips to where her scar was. Her most vulnerable part.
"You're so beautiful, and you're mine." He said kissing up and down her side, it was something he liked to do. He knew she hated her scar so he always made it a point to try to make her feel better about it, comfortable with it. After a few moments she sat up, alerting Stiles.
"I am yours." She whispered, kissing him passionately before pushing him down onto his back again, her head hovered above his. She gently kissed the moles on his face, giving him her undivided attention. She climbed on top of him, just above him and kissed his neck this time, causing him to squirm, in the best way possible. "All yours." He reached a hand up to grope the edges of her chest and she moaned in response.
Before she could realize he had the idea in his head, he had her flipped over onto her back. Now he was on top, now he was in control and she enjoyed it very much as she continued to kiss him with deep passion. They continued until they entered round two of the weekend's love making. Ah yes they loved their Saturday mornings.