AN: This chapter is all Stydia. Warning there is a smut scene. Let me know what y'all think. P.s. I do not own Teen Wolf or it's characters, but damn... Stiles... ;)
After his gut wrenching nightmare, Stiles is moving a lot slower. He shows more signs of exhaustion than he thinks. He is just terrified of going to sleep and seeing… feeling… that again. Lydia starts to worry more, noticing the bruising on his eyes darken. She is trying to chalk it up to Malia leaving, and that his heart was broken. There had to be something she could do. While thinking about it Lydia remembered how Malia would slink into his room and sleep next to him. Human contact could be all he needed, but more than that… Lydia needed to confess to Stiles how she felt. This just backed her decision to sneak into his room.
Stiles wakes with a start. No scream this time, just gasping for breath. This one wasn't as bad as before but he could still see Allison's limp body being pulled from Scott's arms, and in his mind he knew he gave that order. He shook his head trying to free himself from the vision. He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. His body still waiting for the nightmare to continue. "Stiles?" He sucked in a breath. It was Lydia's voice. Oh god not this again. It was almost as if it was a flashback from pre-Nogitsune - the dream within a dream. "Stiles, you are okay. You are awake." Her voice was soothing. It was different than in any of his dreams. Placing his head in his hands he took a few deep breaths. Is she really in my bed? Is this real? Once again as if she could read his mind. "This is real Stiles." She gently pulled his hand away from his face, forcing him to look at her. "See, it is 2 am." She lifted up her phone, and Stiles could read. He read the time, and the words written scriptfully on the background of Lydia's phone. This is real. He let out a ragged sigh.
"Why are you here?" He sounded out of breath, and he hoped she didn't take it as him wanting her to leave. "I was worried about you, and I figured that maybe human contact would help." This time her words weren't matter of fact, like she read it in a book somewhere. There was emotion behind them and Stiles couldn't place it. He looks at her, watching her as her eyes roam his face. That look. How can she look at me like that? The feeling of disgust from his nightmare of her crept back into him. "How can you look at me like that?" His voice quiet, with a twinge of pain. He hoped she wouldn't recognize it. "Like what?" Her brow furrowed a bit. He hated himself for it, he didn't want to ruin it. "Never mind." He smiled.
Stiles laid back down, trying to banish the terrible feeling that swirled in his gut. He watched from the corner of his eyes as Lydia dozed off again. He tenses a bit when she rolls into him, pulling him closer to her. This was all he ever wanted, but he can't help but feel like he is going to be sick for her even touching him like that. "Please… Stiles..." Her words make him tense. His muscles feel like they're going to snap. "Sleep. You need it." He lets out a ragged breath when she finished her sleep filled sentence. Never realizing that he had been holding his breath in the first place.
Lydia had been texting Stiles nonstop, but she hadn't made another appearance in his room at night. He felt a little more empty knowing that she hadn't come back, it was more of an ache. He realized he never felt that when Malia left. Taking matters into his own hands Stiles asked Lydia to come over to hang out, that way if she wanted to sneak into his room she would already be there.
It was another double day for Sheriff Stilinski. Stiles had eaten dinner with his Dad, who was expressing worry about how tired Stiles looked. Questioning about his nightmares again. This time Stiles told him with a straight face, and steady heartbeat that he was going to spend time with friends tonight, hoping it would help.
Stiles was antsy when he heard the knock at the door. He swung open the door with a little more excitement than he should have, but if this was as close as he was going to get to a date with Lydia Martin he was going to be excited about it. Even if he felt a little sick every time he saw her. It didn't take long before the two sat on the edge of his bed. Stiles was telling her about the email he got from Isaac, and how he was enjoying Spain. He was talking about Isaac's new drinking habits when he caught Lydia's green eyes searching his face again. The pit of guilt in his stomach grew even more. He turned away letting out a shaky sigh. "What?"
Just say it Stilinski! "Lydia, how can you look at me like that?" He took a deep breath before turning to look at her again. "Like what? Are you going to finish that thought this time?" The last sentence made Stiles smirk a bit. He had to figure out how to say it without being sick. "H-How can you look at me like I am not the worst person in the entire world. I killed Allison, I killed Aiden… I hurt Scott… I hurt everyone." He was breathing a little harder. Lydia stopped looking for a moment, and Stiles felt like he had been punched. Why did he say that? He knew it would hurt her.
"I feel like Malia leaving hurt you. A lot. And I care about you Stiles. I look at you like that because I have feelings for you, and I don't know if you have feelings for me anymore. So I keep looking because I am too afraid to ask." What? Lydia Martin… has feelings… for me…. What?! Stiles sucked in a sharp breath. It almost hurt to look at her. He wanted to scream that he had feelings for her, but he didn't want to scare her again. "Lydia…" His voice quiet. He watched as her shoulders dropped, as if she expected him to say that he didn't love her anymore. "You need to know why Malia left." The words were out before he could stop them. Lydia's green eyes bore into his, he was sure that she thought something bad had happened. "O-Okay." That was the first time Stiles heard Lydia stutter.
Like a bandaid. Stiles jumped into an explanation. "She came in the window, and she thought I was having a nightmare, but... " He took a shaky breath remembering the dream. "I wasn't having a nightmare. I was dreaming, it was a great dream. Best one I have had in months." He was rambling, nervous again. "She shook me to wake me, and I…" He stopped. Lydia looked on almost begging him to finish the story. "I called her your name." Lydia mumbled something but before she could keep talking Stiles just started again. "That started a fight, she was mad, and I don't blame her but… the thing is I didn't feel bad. I wasn't sorry for it. When she left I didn't care. It was almost like it was easier for me to have her leave hating me, and I still don't care. But… but when you left after asking me about my face, and you left crying… I…" There was a moment. He was trying to swallow the lump growing in his throat. "Then when you left the other day, and you didn't sneak back into my room… I… I felt like a hole was ripped into me. Lydia I have never stopped loving you, and I never will."
Stiles hadn't realized that he stood and was pacing. When did I get up? He stopped and looked at Lydia waiting for her to say something, anything. He just poured his heart out to her and she was sitting there in silence. Say something. "Lydia?" he bit down on his lip. His eyes searching hers for something, anything. "Stiles Stilinski." She stood and walked toward him. He swallowed. "Stop. Talking." His lips moved to say something, but they were blocked. Lydia's lips were pressed to his. This was different than the locker room, this wasn't a means to get him to breath.
He was kissing her back, and slowly backing her up against his bed. The motions were fluid, he hadn't even thought of what to do next. It was like his brain wasn't even there. Lydia tore away his shirt, then hers. Stiles looked at her like she was a goddess lying below him. His breathing hitched. He was staring at a topless Lydia Martin. His body responded.
He couldn't hold back anymore, he kissed her again. Massaging her tongue with his. Leaving only to plant kisses down her throat to her pale collarbone. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. Oh god this feels so good. Light moans slipped from Lydias lips when his hands touched her. She wondered how he could make her feel worshipped while doing something so naughty.
He had stopped before entering her, he had stopped long enough to get a condom from the drawer but then he waited for her to change her mind. Hovering over her. Hesitant. "L-Lydia, are... are you sure?" He was afraid she would say no and he wouldn't be mad. But she didn't. "Please…Stiles…" She almost begged for him, lifting her hips toward him. Lydia tensed as she took all of him, he was gifted. "Shit…" Stiles breathed as she took all of him. "Are..are you okay?" Stiles' motions stopped as he looked down seeing Lydia's eyes clamped shut. His hand reached down to her face cupping her cheek with his long fingers wrapped around the back of her neck. "Hey, if you want to stop…" His voice shook, but he would do whatever Lydia wanted. She let out a ragged breath. "No, keep going… please." Her eyes opened begging him.
As Stiles gently pulled back and pushed in again his lips met hers. They found themselves in a rhythm inciting moans from Lydia. Stiles tried to stay quiet just listening to her as he had always dreamed of. He kissed her neck, occasionally burying his head in the crook of her shoulder and neck when the feeling of her around him almost became too much. His arms cradled her like he never wanted to let go, making Lydia wonder why it took her this long to say she loved him.
As Lydia released sweet moans against Stiles' lips he picked up the pace. Snaking an arm around her hips lifting them from the realized how strong he was as she curled her legs around his waist in response. A groan started low in Stiles' throat feeling more and more of her with every thrust in this new angle. Rolling his hips to meet breaths grew quicker as Lydia squirmed below him. Stiles felt like he couldn't catch his breath but in a good way. He wasn't going to last much longer, but he kept rolling his hips begging with his body for her to come first.
He pressed his damp forehead to hers looking into her green eyes. "Stiles..." his breath shook hearing his name in that tone. Fuck, shit. It was going to push him over the edge. "Lydia..." he spoke in reply but her name rolling off his lips like that sent her body into overdrive. As she shattered beneath him, body quaking her hands gripped his arms and shoulders. She kept moaning his name. So close to breaking.
Somehow he had intertwined his fingers with hers and slide their arms up above her head. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder. Hard. Oh shit. He thought he was hurting her. His thrusts slowed. "Stiles..please... so.. good." Her words broken by her sharp breathes. He was making her body shatter. When she contracted around him his hips automatically snapped into her, harder than he intended. She screamed his name as he thrusted through her climax.
A passion filled groan slipped from her throat and it sent Stiles over the edge. Oh god, yes. He pushed into her clutching her hand and holding her hips to him. His body shuddered forward, his head pressed into her neck. A deep moan came from somewhere deep in his throat, "Fuck.. Lydia...". Stiles gasped for air.
After a moment he stilled above her. The two trying to catch their breath. He gently put her hips back to the bed, slowly pulling away from her trying his best not to hurt her, and kissing away the lines on her forehead where she had screwed her eyes shut when he moved.
Falling onto the bed spent beside her, he pulled his boxers on and handed her his shirt, then she curled into him. For once he was the big spoon, and it felt nice. Nice enough that his eyelids drooped, until he was asleep.