A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter, thank you to everyone who keeps reading and reviewing, I really appreciate the support and encouragement. So far I am loving part two of season three, so much Stydia and I love it so much, I can't wait to see if things progress (I really hope they do) for them. This chapter is probably going to be a bit short and it might not be canonically accurate to the rest of the story (it's more cannon to the current episodes than the rest of the story actually) but I wanted to write it anyways and I hope you like it anyways. Thanks.

He really had no idea what to label whatever was happening between him and Lydia. He definitely wouldn't label it as dating because it was never confirmed and no extreme public displays of affection had really occurred. But it didn't feel like platonic friendship anymore, it was definitely more than that. At least he was pretty sure it wasn't that. But would study dates with friends almost always turn into falling asleep and spooning? And sometimes their lips locked for brief moments in the quiet late night hours when no one else was around. That hadn't happened as often as he liked but anything was better than nothing. When he kissed he truly felt like he could never be happier.

It almost felt like they were secretly dating. But not because either of them had said to keep what they were doing a secret but because they had just never thought of saying anything to anyone about it in public. Their small moments were private and beautiful and maybe they both thought some of that beauty would be removed if things were public. But he was getting antsy; he longed to be able to just kiss her if he wanted, wherever he wanted…

"Deep in thought there?" Allison Argent asked, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts as she plopped her lunch tray down on the table along with the rest of the group.

"Uh…yeah, I was just thinking about that history test tomorrow." He lied as everyone took their seats, Allison and Isaac across from him, Scott at the end of the table, and Lydia taking the empty seat to his left. And he wasn't lying exactly; they did have a big test tomorrow that he was only slightly worried about.

"Do you want me to come over tonight and help you study?" Lydia asked him casually as she dug into the salad on her tray, no one at the table suspected anything because Lydia was the smartest girl in school and her and Stiles were friends now, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Although he really didn't need her help, he would still happily accept it, even if it was just to have an excuse to see her.

"Uh…yeah that'd be great." He said trying not to keep his heart rate at a steady pace. Even though she had been over to his house multiple times, it never got old. And he still got nervous at the idea of the prettiest girl in school sitting in his room, helping him study.

"Alright sounds good, I'll be there right after school." She flashed him a smile before looking back at her tray and as her hand reached for his under the table. As soon as he felt her soft hand graze his he took her hand and intertwined their fingers and kept both of their hands resting on his thigh.

Things like that are what had him confused. They held hands, but it was under the table and not on top of it like every other 'couple' would have done. Her leg was flush against his as well, trying to gain as much physical contact from him as possible. Soon another conversation was being brought up and everyone was having a lively chat at the table. Occasionally they squeezed each other's hand to remind themselves they were still there and aware of the fact that they were indeed holding hands. Every time she spoke, or even when she didn't, he just stared at her perfection and just wished so badly that he could kiss her right there. After lunch was over they went their separate ways but soon enough the school day was finally over.

Lydia came over to study an hour or so after school had ended. They studied in the living room for a while as they waited for the pizza they had ordered. They opted to study on the main floor so that the Sheriff wouldn't feel lonely. After they all ate dinner together Stiles and Lydia made their way to his room to finish their session just about the time that Stiles' dad was leaving for the Sheriff station to tie up some lose ends for the day. Before he could even take a step away from the closed door she was turning towards him eagerly.

"It was all I could do to keep my hands off of you today." She said before quickly pressing her lips to his with great force as one of her hands threaded through his thick brown curls as her other arm gripped his shirt. Stunned he stood there frozen for a moment before kissing her back. As he did he held her to himself arms wrapping around her waist first and then slowly moving them up her back.

"Whoa." He breathed smiling as their lips broke away from each other. She bit her lip in attempt to hide a large grin on her face.

"Yeah, whoa. I'm sorry that was a bit forward. I…I don't know what came over me." She said turning away from him and making her way towards her dresser, pretending she was suddenly interested in one of the pictures behind it on the wall.

"No wait Lydia," he said walking towards her and grabbing her wrist, getting her to turn back towards him. "Trust me I don't care that you just kissed me, in fact I really actually enjoyed that very much. And I really wish we wouldn't have stopped because that was…freaking awesome in my opinion…and"

"Stiles."

"What?"

"You're rambling."

"Oh, sorry I didn't realize."

"I was just wondering if there was a point to it." She said smiling softly, it was rather funny, and kind of cute the way he went on and on about things.

"I guess…I guess what I'm saying is that I like you. And I like this little thing we have going on. In fact I really like what we have going on. Like I mean I really like kissing you when we're alone but if I feel like kissing you in the middle of the hallway at school I want to actually kiss you in the middle of the hallway." He finally breathed air back into his empty lungs while she stood there trying to process everything he has just said.

"Okay…"

"I mean if you don't want to do that, that's cool too because we don't have to kiss in public if that means we can't kiss in private. And uh…I just really like you."

"Stiles," he stopped talking and tried to focus on what was about to come out of her beautiful lips. "I really like you too,"

"Whoa wait. Really?" He asked, honestly he had just been preparing himself for her to scold him for ever uttering the idea that they should kiss in public. Or even openly hold hands for that matter.

"Yes. Are you going to let me finish or not?"

"Oh, right yeah. Go on."

"Anyways, like I was saying. I really like you. And if I want to kiss you I think I should be able to kiss you. Because as you can see by me attacking as soon as we got in here, I've been wanting to kiss you all day long. Sooo…do you want to like maybe make it so that we could kiss each other…if we wanted to of course…in public. Or hold hands on top of the table." She proposed smiling shyly at the idea.

"Uh yeah, are you kidding me? I would…freaking love that." He admitted caressing her cheek with one of his hands.

"But you have to know, this makes me really nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about."

"I know. But usually I don't kiss guys in public unless I really care about them. And when I really care about someone I end up getting hurt. I feel really weird admitting all of this to you, because I don't like to advertise my faults because you know how I like to keep up appearances. I…I just don't want to be hurt again." She sighed as she leaned against his dresser, trying to will herself to stop being so embarrassed about finally opening up to someone.

"Lydia, hey, look at me for a sec." He reached for her hand, holding it softly in his hand, when he did; she finally focused her attention back on him. "I'm not going to hurt you okay, at least not intentionally anyway. Me caring about you means I'd do anything to make sure you aren't hurt. And trust me I know hurt, I've been hurt. But I'm willing to try it because…I think it's worse the risk. But if you don't…"

"No, no, no. I do, I was just forewarning you about some of my issues."

"So you do want to be like…boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"I guess that is what it would be." She smiled shyly at the thought as she intertwined their fingers together much like they had earlier at lunch. "But can we start slow with the whole PDA thing? I sort of want to see the pack's reaction first."

"Yeah that would be perfect, I haven't told Scott anything so his reaction is going to be classic." He smiled at the idea as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Sounds perfect." She smiled as he moved in closer, mouths lingering before they finally met and once they did they didn't stop for a long time. Lydia teased him with her hands after he sat her on his dresser in order to get a better angle at kissing her. And after they were all done they cuddled and thought of ways to 'show' their friends their newly formed relationship.