Author's Note: So I intend to do a new chapter for This Might Hurt soon but like I said they require a bit more time because it sort of requires me to re-watch the episode. Anyways I've already written a "first time" for Stiles and Lydia but I wasn't very pleased with it fully. So I'm going to re-do it in this chapter (and if it's not up soon, it's probably because I'm trying to make it the best I can) but I'll leave up the other one as well unless it really starts to bother me. I want to conclude my Beach Trip part of the stories but I really don't know. :/ Maybe eventually, like next summer? But keep reading and reviewing, the reviews make me so happy! Forgive my terrible smut writing again!

The team was doing so well, this season had been particularly good for them. The winter season would be over tonight, after the championship game and then there would be another in the spring. Tonight's game had started off well, but by half time the Beacon Hills lacrosse team was down by a couple of points. But the fans were loyal, as always, especially Lydia, who was doing everything she could to cheer on her boyfriend of five months. The wind was whipping particularly hard tonight and it added an extra chill to the already cold night.

"Hey." She said to him, as she stood behind him and put her hands on his shoulder. He jumped from his position with his face in his hands, frustrated with outcome of everything so far. He was tense, and it was getting a little bit worse too as he tried to prepare himself to go back in and complete the second half of the game.

"Lydia! You scared me." He said turning around as best he could to look at her.

"Sorry."

"It's alright, what are you doing down here?"

"I just wanted to tell you not to worry if you lose or not tonight."

"Easy for you to say." He said, irritated but in a joking manner, not wanting to show her his frustrations.

"Seriously, it doesn't matter, it's just a game."

"Sure."

"Stiles just…take a breath and try to relax. You're doing great. Just do your best and that will make me proud, because that's all that matters right?" She asked as she kept her hands on his shoulders.

"Mmmm, alright." He said taking a breath, it helped but it wasn't working any miracles. The other players were beginning to run back onto the field and just as he was about to leave the bench she grabbed a hold of his jersey.

"Stiles."

"What?"

"I love you." She told him and he finally smiled genuinely and he relaxed a bit more. It wasn't something they really said in excess, almost as if they would lose their meaning if they were uttered too much. She pulled him closer to her and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Now get out there!" She said giving him a slight push and he turned and ran onto the field. "Good luck!" She shouted.

She went back to her seat in the stands and continued to watch the game with the Sheriff, Mrs. McCall, and Allison. The game finally took a turn for the better in the third quarter and in the end Beacon Hills won 10-7, with Scott scoring the final shot, and Stiles scoring the previous two. She could cheer him on all day; she was so impressed with how hard he worked and how good of a player he had become over the past few years. She remembered the first time he played and how much of a disaster it had started out to be, but then they had actually won the game thanks to him. She was so proud of him.

She followed everyone down and out of the bleachers, to congratulate the team. Luckily no one had tried to kill themselves this time. He spotted her, like he always did, through the crowd of people, like there was no one else. When he did, their eyes locked and soon she was standing right in front of him. She loved this feeling, being able to see each other and no one else, it was so very poetic.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as she carefully removed his helmet, not even caring about the sweat that covered his body (despite the cold temperature). His warm body felt so nice next to hers, it made her feel like she was human again and not completely numbed by the frigid air.

"Congratulations." She whispers as she drops the helmet to the ground and grips his face, letting her lips linger next to his. Finally she gives in and kisses him with the overwhelming pride she has for him. He smiles into the kiss as he lifts her off the ground by an inch or so, until he feels a pat on his shoulder. He breaks away from the kiss and sets his girlfriend on the ground, realizing it was his father.

"Good game son." The Sheriff tells him as he pulls him in for a hug. Lydia blushes, slightly embarrassed, and looks towards the ground to collect herself. "Congratulations."

"Thanks, dad." Both of them smile, glad that at least this week, things have calmed down enough so that everyone can at least enjoy a normal lacrosse game. After leaving his father's arms, Stiles is sure to wrap one around Lydia's shivering body, she leans right into the embrace. They talked for a few minutes while a few others passed by and offered congratulations as well. Soon though the Sheriff left, saying he had to get up early because he was going out of town for a few days, and he needed to get some sleep.

"Hey, I'm going to go get cleaned up and then we can go, if that's alright."

"Yeah that's fine, I'll just go wait in the Jeep." She told him, she had a copy of the key to the Jeep and to his house. But they were not given to her for the same reason that Jackson had given her his house key.

"Sounds good, I'll be there soon. Be safe." It was always something they said to each other. If they were in any other small town it probably wouldn't be necessary to say so often. But this wasn't any other town this was Beacon Hills.

"I will." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek before going to the parking lot with the rest of the crowd. She unlocked the Jeep and climbed in, immediately turning on the heat. Her mind began to wander as she sat in his Jeep, taking in the familiar scent of the heat kicking on. She smiled to herself, realizing how genuinely happy she was lately. Even during their bouts with the supernatural, as long as she knew he was alive and okay, and hers, she was perfectly fine.

And that's when she decided it was time. She had told him she loved him not that long ago, and that had been a big step. But after tonight, realizing how proud she was of him, realizing how happy he made her, she decided it was finally time. She started to plan it out in her mind; it wouldn't be tonight, the timing wasn't right. But tomorrow night would be perfect. His father would be out of town, Stiles would be gone all afternoon with Scott, she had the key to his house…

"Hey!" His voice boomed as he opened the door of the vehicle and threw his duffle bag in the back. It scared her half to death, to be honest.

"Hey." She smiled.

"So there's like a celebration party tonight, want to go?" He questioned as he climbed into the Jeep and buckled his seatbelt.

"Yeah that sounds great." She nodded.

"Do you want to come over and spend the night tonight?"

"Um actually I'm going out shopping with Allison tomorrow, so I probably shouldn't." She frowned, but inside her head she was plotting, scheming, planning. She wanted everything to be special tomorrow night and truthfully she was going to the mall with her best friend tomorrow.

"Oh okay." He said, understanding. "Maybe some other night." He suggested, and she nodded. She was glad he didn't ask about tomorrow night, he probably would text her later and ask though, best way to avoid rejection. But he knew she wasn't doing it to be rude, they were separate people after all.

"You were great tonight by the way."

"Eh I've been better."

"Maybe, but you did great, seriously." She said leaning over and kissing him chastely on the lips while one of her hands landed on his cheek.

"Thanks. You helped me get my head back on the field though." He admitted quietly, she blushed but only slightly.

"My pleasure." She winked and then they were off.

"We need to go in here." Lydia insisted to her friend as they walked by the Victoria's Secret. The brunette made no qualms and they went inside.

"Looking for anything particular?" Allison asked after a few minutes of being in the store, Lydia was looking at the products carefully and closely, not even registering what her friend had just said.

"What?" She asked, adverting her eyes from the lingerie in her hands.

"I asked, if you were looking for anything particular."

"Oh…um…no, not really." She answered looking back to her hands.

"That was really convincing." She said as Lydia put both of the objects in her hands down and went towards the other side of the store, picking up a matching set of deep red bra and panties.

"I'm just looking. Here I'm going to go try this on, tell me if it looks okay." She said walking towards the changing room, not giving Allison a chance to protest. "Okay how do I look?" Lydia asked, opening the door of one of the dressing rooms a few minutes later.

"You look great, as always Lydia." Allison said, trying to not to sound jealous of her friend's figure.

"Are you sure?" Although she had never known her friend to be so nervous.

"Yes I'm sure. Seriously what has gotten into you?"

"I just…um…Stiles and I haven't…"

"You haven't had sex with him yet?" Allison questioned in a whisper.

"No. We wanted to wait, until we were both comfortable with it."

"Oh."

"And I kind of wanted to surprise him. Like I'm sure he'll be up for it but I just…"

"You just?"

"It's his first time, I don't want to like…disappoint him or anything." She admitted. "I mean my first time was…interesting. I want it to be different for him." This was scaring her; she had never cared about someone so much on such a level.

"Lydia I am sure everything will be fine. I mean I'm pretty sure it could go terribly in your point of view but he wouldn't even care. Because he's Stiles and you're Lydia Martin."

"I guess that's kind of true." Lydia considered.

"Seriously. Just be…be gentle and make it how you wanted your first time to be…and just make it as nice as you possibly can. And he totally will love what you have on."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay, I'll get it then. Thanks." She smiled and closed the dressing room door and began to change back into her regular clothes. She checked her phone, Stiles wouldn't be home until seven, and she told him that she wouldn't be able to come and spend the night. He texted back saying that he didn't like that but that he understood and she smiled to herself, pleased with how well everything was going.

Finally after getting everything she needed for the night, Allison and her parted and Lydia drove to Stiles' house. She made sure to park a street over so Stiles wouldn't suspect anything. She walked to the front door and used her key to unlock it. She loved the feeling of going to his house and having his key, it made her feel grown up. She couldn't wait to just have her own place someday, preferably with someone. Maybe one day Stiles and her could have a place of their own.

As soon as she entered the home she could smell his scent that lingered there, it wasn't good or bad, it was his. It was his normal, natural, familiar Stiles smell. It was different than the cologne he wore but it was still him. She shut and locked the door and went straight for the kitchen, unloading everything she had gotten. Luckily she had been here many times and knew where practically everything was, she had helped cooked dinner many times in the kitchen.

After putting together a lasagna in a casserole dish, cut up the salad and prepared the garlic bread she had gotten she went to the bathroom to change into a dressy-casual plum colored dress that and complimented her body perfectly. She fixed her makeup and headed back out to the kitchen. She set the table and lit a few candles that she had picked up at the store before shutting off the lights for a dimmed effect. Next she ran up to Stiles' bedroom and looked around; it was kind of a mess. She rolled her eyes and picked the room up a little, it was presentable and usable now at least. She placed candles around the room, ones that would burn for hours upon hours, to avoid the house burning down. No need for a Hale house fire repeat. She placed the Victoria Secret bag and the box of condoms she had bought on the nightstand. If it weren't so cliché she probably would have put down a few rose petals but she refrained. Lydia walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen to take the food out of the oven.

The lights were all off, except for the candles and the dim kitchen light, when Lydia heard the familiar sound of a familiar blue Jeep pull up. She suddenly felt the butterfly sensation in her stomach, and was glad that they were the happy, lovey-dovey ones. The key was in the keyhole and the door opened swiftly but closed slowly. He must've realized that someone was in the house that wasn't necessarily supposed to be.

"Hello?" His voice called out nervously. Soon though he couldn't take the anticipation anymore, he walked into the kitchen and saw his gorgeous girlfriend standing there cutting lasagna into perfect squares.

"Surprise." She smiled at him as she left her stance and walked to where he stood and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What's all this? I thought you couldn't come over today."

"Well I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to make you dinner." She kissed just below his ear as she stood on her tip toes slightly.

"What for?"

"One, because I love you" she paused nipping at his ear "and two, because you did so good last night." She finally stopped teasing him and kissed him lovingly on the lips. "Is that alright?" She asked when she pulled away.

"Yeah that's perfectly okay with me. Thank you." He said smiling as she pulled him to the table and had him sit down. They ate and talked for a while, she was dying with anticipation, especially since he had no idea what her plans were, it almost made her giddy. After dinner he helped her clean the dishes, side by side.

"Want to go cuddle?" Lydia asked after they were done.

"Is that even a question?" He asked laughing, he was so content with her and she loved that. They blew out the candles and headed up stairs to the bedroom.

"I have something I want to show you." She said before they entered the room.

"Okay."

"But you have to say out here."

"Um…alright." He was very confused.

"Okay, I'll let you in in a second." She said kissing him swiftly on the lips before he could even respond.

She ran to the nightstand and grabbed the bag, and practically sprinted to the bathroom. She somewhat tore her clothes off and carefully put on her new lingerie she had bought earlier in the day. She tried to steady herself by taking a few deep breaths before exiting the bathroom and standing in front of the bedroom door.

"Close your eyes!" She shouted, god, why was she so nervous?

"Um, okay."

"Are they closed?"

"Yes Lydia." She was beginning to feel super self-conscious standing there in nothing but a bra and a pair of underwear.

"Okay don't open until I say so." She opened the door slowly and grabbed his hands, guiding him into the room before shutting the door. She stood in front of him for a few seconds longer just holding his hands, practically shaking. She was a foot or so away from him so he defiantly wouldn't see anything at first glance.

"Can I open my eyes now?" He asked impatiently.

"Mhm." He did, slowly. He suddenly began to realize what was going on, she saw him blush heavily as he looked down at her…lack of…clothing. Even in just the candle light, he could see that.

"L-ly-ydia, what's going on?" He gulped.

"I uh just thought maybe tonight we could…you know..."

"Have sex?" He asked, blushing again.

"I mean only if you want to."

"I'm okay with it, very okay with it. But only if you're ready."

"I'm ready, very ready." She admitted, smiling feeling a lot less stressed.

"So do we just…" He began as he leaned into kiss her. They kissed for a few seconds before she licked his lower lip, begging to enter, he obliged and their tongues moved against the others, darting in and out of each other's mouths. His hands were tangled in her hair, unsure of where else to put them. She started with her hands on his hips but quickly moved them under his tee shirt. She brought them back out, tearing off his plaid shirt and then moving to lift the tee shirt over his head.

They broke for a moment as they removed his shirt, together. When it was off there was a moment where their eyes met. A look that said it all, a look that said that it was the right time to do this. That they were going to be okay.

"I love you." He breathed as he hugged her body to his, kissing her so passionately with one hand around her back and the other gripping the back of her head like he was never going to let her go. He kicked off his shoes in the process and after he lifted her up and she took the hint as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She placed kisses all along his throat, nibbling in a few places but quickly licking and suckling them, he moaned with pleasure when she sucked on just the right spot.

"Lydia." He moaned and she laughed as he sat down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. They wanted it to last as long as possible, but neither knew when it would be too much for them to resist. His hands grasped her back, making her skin tingle. One hand moved to the front of her body, lingering at the bottom of her breast, merely grazing it. She reached down and grabbed the hand, moving it carefully and slowly so that it cupped her breast. She shivered with excitement, this was his first time doing any of this and it was with Lydia. She smiled into the kiss they were sharing.

"You're allowed to touch me." She breathed quietly as she leaned back in and he moved his thumb softly across her nipple, still through the fabric. He moved now to lay her against the pillows, still in an upright position. He moved so she wouldn't fall on the floor while he used both of his hands to undo the clasp of her bra. She slid it off with ease as he kissed her neck and jawline.

"You're so beautiful." He told her, finally seeing what was underneath the red fabric he had been so enticed by. He moved one of his hands to her breast, squeezing it gently as he kissed her neck again, she moaned and she could feel him harden beneath her. She moved from on top of him and maneuvered herself so she was on top of him. She kissed from his neck to his naval and he ran his hands through her strawberry blond hair. When she got to his naval she began to unbutton and unzip his pants, he could barely contain himself, as she sat there topless, undoing his pants. When she managed to do so she pulled them down to his knees and he shimmed them off the rest of the way as she returned to kiss him on the lips.

"Mmmm." She moaned as he flipped her back over so he was hovering over her body, kissing her neck making his way down to her breasts, kissing all around them and finally settling on the left as he clamped his mouth down around it, lapping at it as she said his name. He made his way down to her naval and sat back on his knees as he lifted one of her milky white legs and kissed it from the base of the knee to her inner thigh, making her squirm underneath him. "Stiles…please." She yelped. He returned to her mouth and she slid her fingers between the skin of his hips and his boxers. He placed a hand on her right breast and one by her head to hold himself up. Finally she slid his boxers down and then she was the only one left with any clothes on, she smiled into their kiss.

"What?"

"I love you." She whispered, looking him dead in the eye. "And I want you so badly."

"I love you too." He said hooking a finger through the waistband of one of lacy red panties, he removed them in the seconds it took Lydia to reach over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the box. "You came prepared."

"Always am." She said handing him the condom, his hands were shaking slightly as he unwrapped it and put it on. "Stiles we don't have to do this." She told him, giving him another chance.

"No I want this, as long as its what you want. Do you still want this."

"Yes." She nodded as she grabbed his face and kissed him with love and passion. He pulled away so he could get a good view of what he was doing without hurting him or her.

"God, Lydia, you're gorgeous." He observed as he looked down at her in her entirety, he smiled up at her and they both sensed it was time, they were both ready. She opened her legs and he moved slowly into her, giving each other plenty of time to adjust.

The rhythm was slow and steady it was calm and patient. While he didn't know what he was doing he was doing everything right, everything to make her feel as good as possible. She didn't expect to orgasm but soon she found herself moaning his name as he kissed and suckled her breasts and neck.

"Lydia."

"Stilesss." Their moans were as in sync as their bodies as they made the final thrusts and they both were able to feel pleasure and ride off their own orgasms.

"I love you baby." She told him as their orgasms became in sync for a split second and he never looked happier, she observed. A few moments later he pulled out of her body and she instantly wanted him there again. She had never felt like that with anyone else. It was a bit scary but overall really good.

"That was amazing." He observed, and she nodded in agreement. "We defiantly need to do this more often." Maybe she had just created a monster.

"Yes." But she had to agree with him. "I love you." She said again as she turned towards him. "A lot."

"I love you to Lyds." He told her kissing her chastely on the lips then once on the forehead. And soon they fell into a deep sleep cuddled up next to each other, just like it always should have been and how it always will be.