A/N: Hey guys sorry the updates have been so infrequent lately. I just haven't had much inspiration lately I guess. This chapter is a decent length, a bit lame and cheesy but hey, I thought it was cute and I hope you do too. There is mentions of Scira and Allisaac in this but don't worry Scallison is still endgame in this fic. Not sure when the next update will be since school starts soon but I'm thinking at least one of the Stydia babies will be in it. Hopefully I will be able to update a bit more often but I don't have as many ideas as I would like lol. But I heard there is another Stydia week happening soon so I think I'll write a quick one shot for that, so keep an eye out for that. And I recently wrote a one shot that I really liked called (I Just Want You To) Be Happy. Anyways if you like this chapter and/or have an ideas for what could happen in a future chapter please write a review! Thanks so much and I hope I can update soon! :)
"So what are we doing tonight, again? I forget." Stiles asked Lydia, looking up from his history book that he was trying hard to focus on. It was their free period so Lydia they decided to actually study since there currently weren't any murderous beings in town.
"Ah, so you're admitting that you weren't listening to me when I told you the first time?" She said, not even bothering to look up from the composition book that she was transcribing a lab write-up in.
"No I remember you telling me that we were doing something tonight but I forget what you said we were going to do. See there's a difference. I listened, but now I've forgotten." He said, making sure he was explaining himself clearly.
Lydia looked up at him incredulously. "How did you ever survive without me?"
"Well I would probably be better at trying to retain information about social events if I wasn't so worried about trying to remember things like why werewolves have different color eyes or the differences between all of the types of kitsunes." He explained in a whisper, still displaying his normal range of Stiles animation.
"Alright, calm down. Don't have an aneurism." She said rolling her eyes and biting her lip in an attempt not to smile. He was kind of adorable when he got all worked up and angry. Probably not the effect he was going for, but it is what it is.
"Okay fine, fine. I'm calm." He said, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "So what are we doing?"
"I'm not telling you." She said, returning her eyes to the lab she was writing up, pleased she was almost finished with it.
"What?! Why not?" He said, closing his history book with a slam, causing the few people in the library to look in his direction.
"Oh my god, you are so embarrassing." Lydia whispered as she looked at him briefly before looking back down.
"I know okay? I'm sorry. But why won't you tell me what we're going to do?" He whined.
"Because you're not going to like it." She said, continuing to write in her notebook.
"Lydia please, please, please just tell me." He begged.
Lydia sighed, "I suppose I should just tell you, knowing you'll be just as annoying either way."
"Yes! Yes, tell me. That sounds like a great idea." A smile began to appear on his face.
"But then again, I do like to watch you suffer." She said, looking up at him and smirking.
This caused him to groan audibly. "Lydiaaaa"
"Stiles, you know I only appreciate that tone when were alone in the bedroom." She replied, causing his eyes to go wide and his face flushed for a few seconds. "So you really want me to tell you?" She asked after a moment's pause to let him calm down.
"Yes, please tell me we aren't going to the nail or the hair salon."
"Well we aren't doing that."
"Okay then what. Are. We. Doing?" He asked in defeat.
"Were going to see a movie with the rest of the pack, not so bad huh?" Lydia said as she began to scribble down the last few sentence of her lab.
"Yeah you were right, I don't like that. We see them all the time!"
"I know but we never all get to participate in an activity that doesn't involve risking our lives." Lydia pointed out. "I feel like we should all hang out when our well-being isn't hanging in the balance."
"I know, I get it. But I wanted to spend my free running from peril with you, not the rest of the pack. We never get to be alone."
"We're alone right now." She joked.
"No Lydia, alone like alone alone. Like me and you in my room or your room not in the school library."
"Stiles please, I promise it won't be that bad. It will be like a triple date." Currently Allison and Isaac were together and Scott and Kira were on their way to becoming an item as well.
"I don't know Lydia…" He was still pouting, she knew it wouldn't be horrible and suspected that pouting was just an activity he enjoyed annoying her with.
"Baby, you're being crazy, everything will be fine." She said smiling and putting her composition book and pen into her bag, knowing that terms of endearment tended to put him in a good mood.
"Mmmm, I love it when you call me that." He said, smile as wide as you could imagine, Lydia smiled as well, pleased with being able to distract him when she so desired.
Lydia stood up from the table and slung her bag over her shoulder before wandering to the other side of the table and reaching for her boyfriend's hand. "Alright come on, let's go." She tugged on it before he stood up and slid is backpack over one shoulder before interlocking their fingers and walking towards the exit.
Stiles didn't care if this was going to be a triple date or a fun pack activity, all Stiles really wanted to do was cuddle on his couch with Lydia and just talk or go to the movies with just Lydia. He did like his friends, his pack, but he rarely got more than a few minutes at a time alone with Lydia and he could always use more Lydia time.
But technically he was on a date with her, and he tried to remember that despite the scarf that he was wearing and despite the fact that he had got Allison to wear one of his other scarves. Yeah Isaac and his scarves really bothered Stiles.
"Seriously though, why are they wearing scarves?" Stiles whispered in Lydia's ear as they were waiting in line for the movie tickets. She stifled a slight laugh, she like Isaac and Allison well enough but she did find his scarf obsession a bit odd and now it was kind of funny because Allison seemed to be under his influence too.
"It is winter." She attempted to defend her friends who were purchasing their tickets just a few feet in front of them.
"Yeah but we live in California, it's like sixty degrees out right now and I've seen him in one when it was like seventy out."
Lydia bit back a smile, she didn't understand why there was so much tension between Stiles and Isaac but she had to admit that it made her laugh. "Stop being mean." She hit his chest lightly with her arm and tried to speak in a firm voice but she let out an amused one instead.
"I'm not being mean, just honest." He told her as he ran his lightly through her hair. Lydia leaned slightly into his touch, she loved all of his public displays of affection because they tended to just be really sweet and gentle and when he played with her hair she felt like she could just melt. And it was amazing really how he could be so crass with other people, all while being as gentle as possible with her. She liked that beneath his sarcastic and sometimes rough outer shell; he cared about her and was vulnerable around her, it just made her feel extremely special.
"Well maybe try being a little less honest here in public, and then when we get home you can be as honest as you want." Lydia said, wanting to relax tonight and to avoid any tension. Just because she got along with Stiles doesn't mean everyone else did.
"You're no fun."
"Honey just because I know how to deal with you, doesn't mean everyone else is so proficient at it." She said, looking up at him and reaching up to cup his cheek.
"I guess you're pretty special then, huh?" He grumbled.
"Mhm." She replied before standing on her toes to give him a peck on the lips, right before the girl in the ticket booth signaled them that they were next.
After they Stiles had bought the tickets for the pair they walked over to where the rest of the pack was waiting for them. The girls were already in the concession stand line, Scott and Isaac were standing off to the side as Lydia and Stiles walked up to them hand in hand.
"I'm going to go get the popcorn babe; I'll be back in a second." Lydia said to Stiles before leaning up to whisper in his ear. "Be nice and I'll make all of this worth your while tonight okay?" Lydia said before kissing him on the cheek and releasing his hand to head over towards Kira and Allison. She didn't even wait for a reply because she knew he'd be unable to give her one.
"Stiles man, are you alright?" Scott asked after Stiles was silent for more than a minute trying to take in what Lydia had said to him. It must have been good, considering Stiles spent many waking hours talking to anyone or anything. Just because Stiles and Lydia had been dating for seven months, still didn't mean he was over the face that she was his girlfriend and that now it was kind of a normal thing for her to say those types of things. It still left him speechless sometimes, he doubted he'd ever be used to it, and he was one hundred percent okay with that.
"What? I mean…yeah I'm fine. Great, I am doing great." He nodded.
"Well what did she say?" Isaac asked.
"Mmm I think I'd prefer to keep that to myself actually." He told the taller boy who responded with an understanding nod. "So Scott, how are things with Kira?" Stiles said, changing the direction of the conversation.
The girls returned a few minutes later with various snacks and drinks. Stiles promptly grabbed the large cup from Lydia's overflowing hands. "Is it alright if we share?" Lydia asked referring to the medium popcorn and large soda.
"Of course, I'm happy to share it with you." He said wrapping his free arm around his girlfriend's waist and kissing her strawberry blonde hair.
The movie was halfway over and Stiles was so bored. He had no idea whatsoever what the movie was but he knew it was not keeping his attention. He figured it might have had to do with the fact that Lydia was sitting next to him and he could only concentrate on her because everyone else in the pack seemed to be pretty focused on the movie.
Stiles had basically just been flailing around in his seat and staring at Lydia for the past forty minutes. She was doing her best to ignore him and enjoy the movie but he was making that a bit difficult. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do once he got her attention but he still wanted it nonetheless…at least their fingers were intertwined together on her thigh.
An idea suddenly popped into his head when he saw that some of her hair had moved from its spot behind her ear. Carefully he removed his right hand from her grasp and placed his left hand over hers quickly. She didn't seem to notice much. Next he gingerly moved the misplaced hair back behind her ear and then pushed her hair away off of her shoulder to give him better access to her neck. Everything was done in such a slow but sure way, that it made it even more amazing. Slowly he moved his face and nuzzled into her neck and Lydia tilted her neck in response. Now she noticed.
"Stiles…" She whispered, shutting her eyes and enjoying the smell and feeling of him being so close. Luckily it was just Allison on the other side of her and everyone else was engrossed in the movie, totally not noticing what was happening at the end of the row. She should have planned for this; Stiles can be hard to entertain.
He then began to kiss all over her neck, cheeks, and shoulder. Lydia was staring at the screen but that wasn't what she was paying attention to. Stiles was making his way to her cheeks again and she quickly turned and kissed him dead on the lips, it was brief but still passionate and happy. He attempted to add tongues to the kiss but that's when she pulled away. "After the movie, I promise." She whispered in his ear, causing him to stick his bottom lip out in protest, she pecked it quickly before taking his right arm and putting it over her shoulders, scooting as close as the arm rest would allow. She felt him sigh but she reached over the arm rest to grab his free hand and squeezed it gently for reassurance. She enjoyed his advances but it was not the time or place to act on them.
Thirty minutes or so later the movie was finally over and the group was headed out to the parking lot and went to their separate vehicles. The other four were going to the local diner but Lydia decided that she had subject Stiles to enough torture for one night and told him that he could take her back to his place.
"Now was that so bad?" Lydia asked as she closed the door of his room behind her clad in his lacrosse hoodie and her own pair of very short, grey silk boy short underwear. She looked like a goddess despite her make up less face and slightly messy hair.
"Mmmm I'm not convinced." He said from the bed as Lydia climbed next to him.
"I think I can convince you." She said softly, sitting up on her knees to caress his face and bring his lips to hers.
"I'm pretty sure with this tactic, you could convince me that grass is red and the clouds are made of marshmallows." He said, pulling away for a moment.
"Mmmm, I love it when you talk dirty to me." She joked as she began to kiss his neck, hitting all of the right spots before he urged her to move onto his lap and she happily obliged. Instead of moving in to kiss her he just stared at her for a moment. "What?" She questioned self-consciously.
"Nothing. I just can't believe how lucky I am." He said, hands trailing up and down her sides, underneath his sweatshirt that was extremely oversized on her. Chills ravished her body.
"Me either." She told him running a few fingers through his locks. "I love you so much."
"Love you more." He told her before she rolled her eyes.
"We'll see about that." She challenged before bringing his lips back to hers for a passionate kiss to start things off.