Ever since he started High School, Stiles thought Senior Year would be the best year of his life… but no. Instead of it being anything like he'd envisioned, the amount of notes he took this year has practically doubled compared to the year before, there was an unhealthy amount (in his opinion) of pop-quizzes and endless papers of extra work to, quote, "Impress colleges." — courtesy of Lydia. Sitting down at the table for lunch, Stiles places a plethora of textbooks and notebooks in front of him. He huffed out a sigh and sat down in the seat closest to Lydia. She was in the middle of sketching the grapes that were on the table in front of her onto a random piece of paper.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked from across the table.
"Nothing. I'm just done with this week," Stiles admitted; rubbing his eyes violently and yawning.
"It's Tuesday, Stiles. You don't have the right to call it a week yet…" Lydia sighed apathetically, not looking up from her drawing. Stiles snatched one of her grapes from the plastic container; wincing when she hit his arm for messing up her visual reference. He flashed her a smug smile after he swallowed the piece of fruit and earned himself a very perfect eye roll from the girl.
"Why don't we do something?" Scott suggested optimistically.
"Yeah, we should. Plus, it will help bring some normality back into our lives," Allison chirped in. Scott smiled warmly at his girlfriend's answer, then looked out to everyone.
"Sorry, I can't," Isaac said from where he sat at the table, "I need to stay in and improve my rapidly decreasing grade in biology. There's a test tomorrow for it that actually gives extra credit, so I need to spend the night studying."
Scott nodded silently, impressed with Isaac's determination to improve in a class he was struggling with. "What about you Malia? Wanna join?"
Malia thought of an answer while picking at the crust of her sandwich, then said, "No thanks. I think I'm gonna go out to the woods later anyway. Just to stretch my legs and not think about anything," going back to her previous discussion with Isaac.
"You guys haven't even established what we're going to be doing anyway," Lydia added to the conversation when she finished drawing, taking a sip from her water bottle. While closing the bottle's cap, Lydia glanced at Stiles when he told her, "That's a really great drawing," then looked down at her realistic graphite image that was drawn in such a short amount of time. Stiles marveled at the drawing for a few seconds longer, taking in the details, then back at her.
"Thanks," Lydia said primly; looking towards the other side of the lunch table to avoid seeing his attentive gaze any longer — missing the slight grin that pulled at Stiles' lips at her reaction.
"Why don't we watch a movie? My dad's gonna be at the station for a night shift anyway, so my house will be free." Stiles asked while taking another few of Lydia grapes, mouthing a thank you to her after he swallowed them, when she didn't hit his arm this time.
"Yeah, why not? A movie sounds fun." Allison said while glancing at Scott who nodded in agreement.
Lydia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Knowing him, it would probably be some Sci-Fi movie or something just as nerdy. But she agreed anyway — what else was she gonna do? It's not like she had any other plans.
When Lydia pulled up to the Stilinski house at 8pm, she was surprised to see that she was the only person there.
As she comes up to his front door, Lydia smoothes down the material of her skirt and sees a shadowy figure moving around through the glazing. Stiles opened the door a second later. "Hey. Come in." He was wearing black sweatpants and a light gray t-shirt. The stretchy fabric was pulling at his chest and shoulder blades; showing off just how broad he actually was. Lydia couldn't help the way her eyes fell directly to his arms. He was still holding onto the door handle, but the angle he was standing in was causing his left bicep to bulge more and define every vein under the hairs on his arm, going all the way down to his wrist.
To stop herself from ogling him any further, Lydia smiled when she met his unwavering gaze, gliding graciously past him into the foyer — ignoring the heat she felt prickling in her cheeks. She heard him follow closely behind her as she stepped into the living room. "So… where is everyone?" Lydia asked when she turned around to face him.
"Scott and Allison said they'd be running late, but they should be here in the next 30 minutes. And well, Isaac and Malia aren't coming." He was in the middle of fluffing out a cushion on the chair closest to him, when a dinging sound caught both of their attention and drew them into the kitchen.
Lydia took down two large glass bowls from the kitchen cabinet and crossed the room to stand beside Stiles. He pours the bag of popcorn into both bowls, then takes one of them from her hands to place it on the countertop.
Walking over to the refrigerator, Stiles glanced idly from shelf to shelf, before taking out four soda cans. "Oh, I got you these." He pulled out a see-through bag from the refrigerator with two small plastic crates inside — one having green grapes, the other having purple. "I didn't know which ones were your favorite, so I just picked up the both of 'em. Think of it as an apology."
"Green by the way, but no thanks. You should have them tomorrow instead?" She made her voice sound sickly sweet. Stiles just stared at her incredulously for a few seconds. He took out some green grapes and popped them into his mouth one at a time, painstakingly slow, trying to get a reaction from her. Which, unintentionally, was getting a different kind of reaction from her. Did it suddenly get really, Really hot in his kitchen? It's probably his air conditioning not working properly — yeah, that's got to be it.
Standing under the fluorescent glow coming from the ceiling light in his kitchen, Lydia felt like there was something different about Stiles… not bad, No… just different. She perched herself onto the countertop and tried to pinpoint what exactly wasn't the same about him. As she watched him saunter around his kitchen, she came up with possible ideas.
What if it's something on his outer appearance. Maybe he got taller? Unlikely. What if he did something to his hair? no… it looks the same… Why do I even know that? Wait, he could have gotten slightly more confident?… then she snickered at the thought. Probably not. He does seem to look different though— his arms and shoulders look more defined. Maybe he's been working out? He probably has a lot more muscle under his shirts than most people thinks he has—
Stiles looked up at her just then, his lips pulling into a crooked grin as he counted the bags of snacks that were on the countertop beside her; his hands flexing with every movement made. Lydia felt a heat rising to her cheeks… again. How could she be so obvious? Just openly checking him out like that, then worse — getting caught by him. "What?" he half chuckled.
"Do you need help?" Lydia questioned to avoid the awkwardness. Stiles looked like he's thinking about what to say, taking a few seconds longer than usual, before finally saying, "Yeah, um, do you mind taking the popcorn into the living room please?"
Lydia nodded her head and hopped off the countertop. She underestimated how high the drop actually was, considering how easily she was able to sit on it in the first place and nearly fell to the floor, except she didn't.
"Woah… are you okay?" Stiles was suddenly standing right in front of Lydia, both of his hands at her waist; steading her. Lydia finds both of her own hands clutching Stiles' t-shirt in front of his chest. She was trapped between the table and his body and she couldn't move, only stare at his hands on her waist. "Lydia? Are you okay?" he asked again. And Oh his voice — Did it always drop an octave when he was worried?
"Yeah… Thank you." she said with an awkward chuckle. When Lydia looks up, she is met with soft brown eyes that hold concern in them. Stiles seemed to snap himself back to reality a second later because the next thing he does is step back a few paces and scratch the back of his neck; looking to the floor timidly.
"Well, let's go and get everything set up," Lydia told him quickly, stepping around him to grab the bowls of popcorn — trying make the sudden tension in the room stop.
Stiles and Lydia carried some of the snacks into the living room; placing the items onto the small coffee table. Just then, they heard a knock at the front door. Scott unlocked it and let himself and Allison inside — greeting them while apologizing for being late.
Once they settled down comfortably on the couches, Stiles reappeared in the living room balancing two soda cans in one hand, with some hershey's chocolate bars in the other. He placed them on the coffee table, then walked over to the light switch, turning it off and darkening the room. Allison and Scott were sitting next to each other on one of the couches and Stiles plopped down beside Lydia on the opposite one. He caught the glare she shot at him, but it finally dissipated when he handed her the bowl of popcorn.
"Okay, is everyone ready?" Scott asked, simultaneously drinking from his can of coca-cola. When everyone agreed, Stiles hit the play button and the movie began.
Although Lydia only told one person (Allison) that her least favorite movie genre was Horror, she still kept silent as the intro to The Shining played. Even though she knew logically that it was all fake and the only reason horror movies even seemed scary was because of the suspense, mystery and of course the soundtrack, she still chose not to watch them. And given her life, she had a valid enough reason. Please, you literally fight real monsters for a living and you can't handle watching something created from some random person's head? Get a grip, Lydia reprimanded herself. She takes a handful of popcorn from the bowl that sits between herself and Stiles and tries to calm her nerves down.
Sensing her tense posture a few minutes into the movie, Stiles asked, "Are you okay?" his mouth now around a twizzler.
Glancing up at him in the dark, Lydia whispered, "Yeah… I'm fine. Just fine."
Even though she was trying really hard to hide the fear in her voice, Stiles could tell there was still something off.
A short while later when their bowl of popcorn was long gone (thanks to Lydia needing a distraction), Stiles placed the empty bowl back onto the coffee table. He reclined back against the cushions and placed his right arm over the top of the couch, letting out a deep breath. Lydia was aware of his every move — partially because she was feeling more jittery than usual, and noticed his arm resting behind her head, wondering if Stiles knew what he was doing or not.
During the scene where the little boy rides the tricycle around the corridors and sees the twin girls, Lydia moves closer to Stiles subconsciously. Trying not to enjoy what was happening too much, Stiles covered her with a light blanket that was close to him. "There, is that better?" he asked her quietly, resting his left hand closer to hers. It was his way of letting her know he was there for her, without being too forward. "Yes, thank you," she leaned back into him, snuggling the soft throw closer to herself and covering Stiles with it.
Stiles was frozen for a few seconds, trying to adjust to the new proximity between them — then he slowly allowed himself to relax as he held her. After a few minutes, Lydia takes his hand that rested on their shared blanket. Stiles brings his right arm down from the top of the couch and lays it by her back, leaning above her shoulders. Lydia relaxed back against Stiles even more, trying not to let him know how scared she really was.
"If you want we can turn it off?" he whispered softly so only she would hear. She tried to suppress a shiver threatening to run through her when she felt his warm breath caress the back of her neck. Overcome with sudden shyness, Lydia shook her head, afraid of what her voice would sound like, but avoided looking at the TV screen.
Stiles was really grateful that she trusted him enough to seek comfort from him when she was scared, even though she would never admit it. That being said, he still felt the slightest urge to tease her a little, but only to help lighten the mood and distract her from the movie.
"What's been your favorite part of the movie so far?" he asked in a humorous tone. Stiles could feel her shake with silent laughter and smiled broadly to himself.
Lydia looked back at him over her shoulder. "Oh, I'm not sure. It's all been so good," she answered sarcastically in a low tone, trying not to laugh towards the end of her sentence.
"Are you scared?" Stiles said quietly, this time more seriously.
"No, no I'm not scared." Lydia fidgeted with the blanket that was covering them, breaking eye contact with him.
"Right. Sure you're not," she heard him say. But when Lydia looked back and met his eyes again, they were comforting. Almost as if when she looks into them, she doesn't feel worried or scared… She feels safe.
Rolling her eyes lightheartedly at his comment, she tried to focus on the movie, but every time something scary happened, she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rising and her heart was beating faster than it should've been. As the movie went on, Lydia was getting more and more agitated, but Stiles was good at picking up on the slightest change in her mood; squeezing her hand or gliding his thumb over her knuckles for reassurance. If that wasn't working, he'd hold her closer or a bit more tightly.
Soon after, Stiles noticed that Lydia's breathing evened out and she wasn't moving as much. He figured she fell asleep and smiled warmly; pulling the blanket higher so it reached her shoulders. Allison stood up from the couch just then and placed the other empty popcorn bowl onto the coffee table, seeing Lydia sleeping in Stiles' arms. He saw the slight smirk Allison gave him and felt his cheeks burning, but tried to refocus his attention back to the movie.
When Lydia woke up, she realized she was laying partially on top of Stiles, their legs tangled together. Her right hand was resting on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat counting the seconds that passed by. The reason she woke up was because she felt a tickling sensation on her waist where her blouse had ridden up — quickly discovering it was Stiles' thumb tracing languid patterns there. It felt nice, too nice… but when she moved around to get into a more comfortable position, his thumb immediately stopped moving.
Lydia inhaled sleepily and turned her head inwards, the brightness of the TV screen causing her eyes to hurt. She felt his left arm resting protectively by her side over the warm blanket. Lydia figured that Stiles had his arm there to keep her from falling off the couch. The small gesture sent a fluttering sensation through her. When he caught Lydia's eye and gave her a bashful smile, a corner of her lip pulled upwards almost instantly. He mouthed You okay? to her, and she nodded her head slowly.
As she watched him, Lydia wondered if he was actually enjoying the movie. It was hard to tell from his expression, which was still fixed on her. Lydia wished she could have thought about something witty or charming to say, but in that moment, her mind went blank. She tried to come up with a way to break the tension, but nothing came to mind. Lydia, unsure of what to do now as they kept silently looking at each other, shifted her gaze back to the TV screen, hoping to distract herself. But as soon as she remembered what was playing, she regretted her decision.
"I'm getting a drink," she announced a few minutes later, unwinding herself from the warmth of Stiles' embrace.
"Do you want me to pause the movie?" Stiles questioned disingenuously — a slight smirk playing across his features.
Lydia felt her lips curling into a grin, "No thanks. It's fine," she said before making her way to the kitchen.
Finally, now she can breathe more evenly. The movie (or Stiles' hands to be honest) was not helping her respiratory system one bit. Lydia reaches up and takes down a cup from one of the shelves, walking over to the sink. She turned the tap on, letting the water run cold for a few seconds, before filling the cup all the way. After taking a long sip of water, Lydia placed her drink onto the table and pushed it back further, closer to the tiled wall. I wonder if I can stay here for the rest of the movie? There's probably not that long left anyway, she thought to herself. Lydia watched the tiniest flickering of a fluorescent light that was beneath a nearby kitchen cabinet. The sparking flare wasn't that noticeable unless it was being examined as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, like it was right now.
Lydia waited there for a few minutes longer, checking for any imperfection in her manicured nails. She was about to turn around to go back to the living room, when —
"Boo!" Stiles was standing right behind Lydia, his hands outstretched towards her — a clear sign he was planning to scare her.
"STILES! What is wrong with you?! Seriously…" Lydia shrieked, "Why would you choose now of all times to do that? We were in the middle of watching a freakin' horror movie."
Minutes prior when he was left in the living room with Scott and Allison, Stiles couldn't push down the feeling of absence creeping inside him when she walked towards his kitchen. He could smell the shampoo wafting from her hair and it was driving him insane. But that thought made him think about how she would only put it on in the shower and — no, No! Not gonna think about Lydia in the shower while she is literally laying on top of you! Get a hold of yourself!
As he waited, Stiles began to wonder why she was so comfortable laying on the couch with him in the first place. Yeah, she was scared, but still. She could have avoided doing anything about it. Not that I'm complaining or anything… I just hope when she comes back she won't not want to cuddle again, cause now that I know what it's like to hold her so close, I don't want to not hold her that close ever again! Ughh— Seriously, she'll be back in a few minutes. Have patience, Stiles thought to himself, taking another twizzler into his mouth. A part of him thought it would be funny (and now that he thinks about it, kinda mean) to go and scare Lydia when she's not expecting it. He excused himself from the room, missing the knowing looks Scott and Allison shared with each other, and went off to find Lydia.
Stiles immediately felt bad for scaring her and regretted doing it. When he stepped closer to apologize, he caught the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips and saw how her stance softened. He still hugs her regardless, whispering a soft I'm sorry into her hair. When they pull back slightly, they see Scott and Allison standing by the threshold of the kitchen — smug smiles plastered on both of their faces.
"Ahem?" Scott cleared his throat.
"We heard a scream. Is everything okay?" Allison questioned.
"It wasn't a scream…" Lydia mumbled, to which Stiles had to suppress a laugh.
"I uh… I scared her," Stiles admitted — sounding more proudly than he probably should have.
Lydia coughed quietly to fill the growing silence. "Well, let's go and finish this movie," not bothering to wait any longer and walked back into the living room. Stiles followed soon after, holding Lydia's drink she'd forgot in his hand. Scott and Allison waited for a few moments longer.
"You saw that too right? Them being that close?" Allison asked him over her shoulder.
"Mm-hmm," was all that Scott said, wearing a proud smile. He then takes her hand in his and guides them back into the living room.
Lydia squinted her eyes in disgust when she caught a glimpse of the TV screen again. Why do people willingly choose to watch horror movies? Rom-Coms are clearly the superior movie choice. Everyone came back into the living room soon after and settled back into their seats.
It wasn't that Lydia was embarrassed about being cuddled up against Stiles or anything, she wasn't… not really, but she was still grateful that it was dark so Scott and Allison wouldn't see. Stiles settled down first, leaving room for her to sit close to him again. Lydia thanked him with a small smile, then got comfortable in her previous position. When he covered her with the same blanket as before, she felt him beginning to relax too. The feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath her was lulling her to sleep.
Lydia ended up facing away from the TV screen altogether — instead, she was now turned into him with her eyes closed and head tucked under his chin. When Stiles started to lightly comb his fingers through Lydia's hair, he thought he felt her grip on his waist tighten. When the movie finally came to an end and the credits rolled, both Stiles and Lydia were sleeping soundly.
"That was fun," Scott conceded through a yawn, then got smacked lightly by Allison who told him to be quiet. "What? Why…" Scott looked over at his sleeping friends on the couch and grinned proudly at his best friend.
"I cannot believe them…" Allison said incredulously; getting off the couch and stretching, "Then they have the nerve to say they're just friends."
When they get up to leave, Allison quickly snaps a picture of Lydia and Stiles sleeping together on the couch.
"What are you doing?" Scott questioned, watching as she put her phone away.
"Getting proof… and leverage. And possibly a future photograph to be framed," she replied with a smug smirk. Scott just shook his head and laughed.
"When will they just admit that they like each other and save a whole lot of time?" Allison questioned when they opened the front door.
"Maybe we should just let them figure that out for themselves," Scott tells her as he closes the door behind them and walked towards her car.
Stiles opened his eyes slowly, wondering why there's a slight weighted feeling on him when thinks about getting up. He then felt Lydia stir and instantly stopped moving. Looking down at her sleeping so peacefully, a warm feeling spread throughout Stiles' chest. He can't stop looking at her. Seeing how her eyelashes flutter ever so slightly and the quiet noises that she's making has him mesmerized. All he wanted to do was just watch her sleeping peacefully for as long as he could. When she began to shift more, he was slightly disappointed… knowing the second she wakes up, she's going to want to leave.
Lydia hummed and stretched her arms tiredly. She felt extremely relaxed and warm and safe… so safe. She moved over more to find the source of all these feelings. Swallowing dryly, she turned inwards and felt a soft, but steady hand sprawled out on her back, and quickly recalled how she ended up in the position she currently resided in. Looking up, Lydia is met with a tired, but caring smile.
"Hey…" he croaked, "I guess we fell asleep, huh?"
She knows now is not a time to be feeling anything other than tiredness, but the sound of his voice when he's just woken up, hearing it crack between every few syllables was incredibly attractive. Oh my goodness. He just woke up! So did you! Why are you getting turned on by his voice? But she answers her own question.
When she first got here, she noticed his arms and the way he looked wearing a t-shirt was extremely tantalizing, then she found herself wondering about what was under his shirt! But also countless times before that — when they sit together in class or at lunch, she always finds herself leaning into him. Even when they make plans to study for school or research about the supernatural together, Lydia can't wait until she steps into his room… just to spend the rest of her night talking, laughing and solving problems with him.
But recently, she was getting affected a lot more by the way he was regarding her — she lost count of how many times she was blushing in his presence in the past day alone. When they're together, she can feel there's something in the air — but Lydia's way around that would be by distraction or taking herself out of those situations altogether. Because if she was being completely honest with herself, if she had waited a few minutes longer with all these growing feelings towards him coming to the surface, she's sure she would have kissed him; possibly doing more if he kissed her back.
"Hi…" she smiled bashfully, "Yeah, I guess we did."
Chewing on the inside of his jaw momentarily, Stiles asked, "So… how'd you sleep?"
It was such a simple question, but how was she supposed to answer him? Tell him the truth and say it was literally the best sleep I've ever had… or play it off and say something more held back like, it was okay.
"It was really comfortable. I'm tempted to fall back asleep again," she said through a small laugh. There was some truth to what she was saying, she did want to fall back asleep, but she wasn't going to be too forward in case Stiles didn't want her to stay.
"Well… it's after midnight and… as hard as it is for you to believe," he added with a hint of sarcasm, "I wouldn't like for you to drive home this late, while being tired." Stiles wasn't sure if that was the right choice of words and the longer she kept silent, the more he was regretting even opening his mouth in the first place.
But before he could take back what he'd said, Lydia asked, "Are you asking me to stay? As in, spend the night?"
"I mean… only if you want to. But, like there's absolutely, one hundred percent no pressure and even if you did want to go home, I'd be more than happy to drive you, cause it would make me feel better that you got home safely and since I'm kinda used to staying awake this late anyway—"
Stiles wasn't able to finish his rambling sentence. Lydia presses her lips to his; savoring the feeling of his lips on hers. At first, he didn't move and Lydia was about to pull away and wish for the ground to swallow her up, when suddenly she felt his lips pull on her own — moving more synchronously with hers.
How had she never noticed before, just how perfect he was? What kind of a person offered to drive someone home after just waking up from sleep just so it would make them feel better that you got home safely…
When Stiles tugged at her lips more eagerly, it caused Lydia to release the slightest of moans. More whimper if you think about it. That's when it snapped in his head — Lydia Martin is actually kissing me right now! As in, a mutual kiss — obviously it'd be mutual dumbass, otherwise you wouldn't kiss her! But she clearly likes me as more than a friend. She glides her tongue back and forth over his bottom lip a few times — Oh. Oh… yes! He can do that. Stiles opens his mouth and she slips her tongue inside.
Lydia knew she was getting ahead of herself, but the second she'd kissed him, it was like all of the feelings she had for him came to the surface all at once. The feeling of his warm breath caressing her top lip sent her reeling. Lydia twisted her body more so she was now straddling him. Stiles rested his hands on her waist, pulling her flush up against him.
The sudden angle change caused Lydia to lay her forearms on either side of his chest, close to his shoulders for support. She brings one of her hands up to the side of his jaw, massaging slow circular patterns into his skin.
Stiles began to explore her mouth with his own tongue as well, taking his time to explore every hidden crevice that he could find. She bites on his lip unintentionally, using her tongue to soothe the indent. Stiles released a sound similar to a grunt and pulled her tongue back into his mouth with his lips; his grip around her waist tightening a little more.
"Stiles…" Lydia breathed, and this time it came out as a moan. She's gonna kill me with every sound she makes! "Can we continue this in your room? Preferably with less clothes?"
To say that Stiles sprung from the couch would be an understatement. Nodding fervently, he scooped Lydia into his arms and carried her to his room. Lydia laughed when he nearly crashes into a wall while kissing her. Once he gets to the door of his bedroom, he pushes it open with the tip of his foot and steps inside. He placed Lydia back down onto the floor once inside and turned around; locking his door.
When Stiles has his back to her for those short few seconds, Lydia processes what just happened and what will soon happen. Judging by the glimpse of skin (his arms) she saw, Lydia had no idea what she was signing herself up for. She knew it was Stiles' first time — he had no problem announcing it on the daily, the comic relief that he is, but what he didn't know was that it was her first time too. Yeah, in the past she'd had other boyfriends, but most of those didn't last beyond a few months and only really consisted of long make out sessions.
When guys tried to get her to get more undressed, she always refused. But it was always different with Stiles — she knew that the second she said no, or that's enough, he'll stop right away. He wouldn't force or hurt her in any way, which is why Lydia trusts him completely. She'd read countless articles on websites like cosmopolitan and seen movies that had sex scenes in them, but she'd never experienced it herself. She always saw how every woman gave similar answers to what their first time was like — exotic, romantic, bliss!
Lydia always knew she wanted to wait until she met someone who she could actually see herself having a future with, and although that was way too far ahead right now, it still didn't seem out of the picture with Stiles.
When she came out of her train of thought, Stiles was standing timidly in front of her, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. She moved towards him slowly, her eyes fixated on his face, watching as the silvery glow of moonlight illuminated his features with each step she took. As she continued to approach him, Lydia saw how the shadows in Stiles' scarcely lit room sculpted his cheekbones and jawline, defining every line and curve to his face even more.
Lydia brings one of her hands up, touching his covered chest. She doesn't look at him, but she can feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. She glides her hand up and around his neck, pulling lightly until he's at eye level with her. This time, it's Stiles who entices Lydia, kissing her first. It was a slow, soft kiss. One that spoke words far greater than anything to be vocalized, and in that moment together, neither of them wanted to speak.
Stiles brings his hands to her face and delicately cupped her cheeks, taking his time to cherish the moment. He could feel that Lydia wanted more from the kiss, but she was still kissing him back just as softly. One of his hands moved to the small of her back and the other tangled in her hair.
Stiles lifted Lydia up suddenly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her towards the bed. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressing tightly together as they lost themselves in the moment, time ceasing to move. When his knees hit against the bed, Stiles' lips never left hers as he continued to explore her mouth with his. She was completely lost in him, every touch and kiss making her feel like she was the only person in the world. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them.
He placed her down onto the bed, and she scooched backwards until her back pressed against the pillow. Stiles climbed onto his bed too, but for the first time in his life, it didn't feel like his own. It feels like a whole other bed just because Lydia was laying against his pillow waiting for him to join her. He comes up to her, crawling between her legs, not quite sure what to do with his hands. He leaned his weight onto his forearms, placing them by her head and lowered himself down until his lips hovered above hers. Lydia feels his breath tickling her lips and brings one of her hands up to his face; gliding her fingers back and forth softly, savoring the feeling of his skin under her palm. She pushes her lips up to meet his and her eyes fall shut.
Stiles moved his mouth over Lydia's, pressing his lips to hers softly. He then kissed his way to her cheek, maneuvering along her jaw and finally settling on her neck. Sweeping his mouth over her neck, he placed a series of tiny pecks there, causing Lydia to giggle uncontrollably. When Stiles started to suck her neck, soon incorporating his tongue, he heard Lydia release a whimper.
Stiles was growing more confident with each kiss they shared, getting more comfortable, experimenting with different speeds and pressures of his mouth. When he grazed his teeth over a sensitive spot on her neck, she arched her back into him, emitting a low moan. Lydia pulled him back up to her, pressing their lips together and lifting the hem of his t-shirt, managing to pull it half way up his torso.
Leaning back onto his knees for balance, he removed his t-shirt in one swift motion. Stiles remained where he was; watching her watch him. Lydia's eyes swept all over his exposed upper body, too far gone to care about feeling embarrassed. She reached out, trailing the pads of her fingertips along the rigid lines of his abs. The sudden contact causes Stiles to tighten his midsection for a fraction of a second, unintentionally flexing his abs even more.
Lydia sat up too, beginning to undo the buttons of her blouse. Stiles covered her hands with his. "May I?" he questioned softly, close to a whisper. Lydia's eyes softened and a fluttering sensation spread through her at his choice of words. How can someone be so sweet and so sexy at the same time? She nodded slowly, feeling giddy all of a sudden. A smile tugged at her lips when he undid each button with such care, like he didn't want to rip a single one. She'd assume most guys when having their first time only care about one thing and one thing only — Getting a girl out of her clothes, not making sure they stay just as perfect as they were before?
Once her blouse hung open, Stiles pushed the material over her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. His gaze seemed transfixed on the swell of her breast, but he wasn't staring like he couldn't wait to tear off her bra — no, he was regarding Lydia the way he does the rest of her; with care and devotion.
He reached behind her to release the clasp of her bra and let out an awkward chuckle when he had difficulty opening it. She gave him a reassuring smile and he opened it a second later. As he helped her pull it off herself, she watched as Stiles' eyes widened at her exposed chest. He places a warm hand on the bare skin of her side, causing the breath to catch in her lungs.
The way he looked at her made her heart race. His brown eyes, usually so soft and warm, now seemed to smolder with desire. They darkened, deepening to the color of molten chocolate. Lydia felt herself getting lost in their depths, feeling a pull towards them she couldn't resist.
He kissed her with so much fervor, yet somehow managing to do it tenderly at the same time. She releases a breathy laugh at his sudden change in demeanor, which gets swallowed up by him. She places a trail of kisses going from his cheek to his neck, finding his pulse point and attacking it violently — sucking and biting lightly until his neck would bruise.
After a short while, they break from a long kiss to breathe. "If there's any point that you feel like you wanna stop, just tell me okay?" he coaxed, brushing back some of the hair from her forehead tenderly.
It was like everything he was doing and saying was making her fall even harder for him. "Isn't it supposed to be your first time?" she questioned breathlessly, her cheeks flushed to a rosy shade.
Stiles looked down at her with a confused expression, raising his eyebrows slightly. "What does that have to do with anything? So what if it is. Just because yes, biologically I'm supposed to be a stereotypical, hormonal teenager, which sometimes is an accurate description… doesn't mean I don't have a conscience. Lydia, if you want to stop, we'll stop, okay?" he says the last part more sincerely, looking intently into her eyes.
Lydia was awestruck. He's perfect. That's it, no more questioning it, she thinks to herself. "Okay," she replied, a grin pulling at her lips. "Do you realize just how perfect you are?" Lydia asks after he leans down and kisses her.
"Why? Because I want your consent before we do anything?" he chortled, pecking her lips soon after, "I'd call that the bare minimum."
"Nevermind, you are perfect." Lydia grinned definitively, making her voice go a pitch higher for emphasis.
"You're perfect," Stiles countered back, hot breath caressing the shell of her ear. When he pulled back, Stiles had a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Are we really going to play this game?" she questioned, reaching up and hooking her arms around his neck, drawing him nearer.
"What game? I'm just simply telling the truth…" Stiles feigned ignorance.
"So am I…" Lydia answers in the same tone he uses, looking off somewhere to the side to prove a point.
"Okay, yeah I see your point," he finally conceded, jutting his tongue out to wet his lips.
Moments later, Stiles' sweatpants, along with Lydia's skirt and panties were thrown somewhere across his floor. Settling in between her legs, all he did was gaze; looking down at the glistening perfection that laid before him. Experimenting slightly, he runs a finger along her folds. Stiles was mesmerized by how easily his hand slid back and forth. He then lowered his lips down and placed a warm kiss to her inner thigh, working his way closer to her core. Stiles inches closer and presses delicate kisses to her folds. Hearing the whimper Lydia made encouraged him to go further.
Much like how he was with her neck, Stiles tried different motions and pressures with his mouth and tongue, licking and grazing his teeth, but being a lot more sensitive this time. Even though it was extremely sexy how she was squirming beneath him with every flick of his tongue, it was still making it slightly difficult to use said tongue. He used his left hand to steady her, holding onto the side of her hip. Adding more pressure from both his fingers and his mouth, Stiles takes in every moan, gasp and whimper Lydia makes.
His nose nudged against her clit and Lydia gasped, taking a fistful of the bedsheets into a tight grip. How is this his first time? Lydia thought woozily. She felt him sucking now and her front buckled forward into his mouth on its own accord. Stiles made a sound of satisfaction and pulled her closer to his lips. Bringing her legs over his shoulders, he glides his palm along the outside of her thigh and continues to bring her closer to his lips.
Once he placed her legs back down onto the bed, Lydia felt him push one finger inside of her and everything around her stopped. Stiles looked up to see her reaction, but all he could see was her eyes closed, head tilted back and she was panting heavily. He started to thrust his finger in and out while using his mouth on places he felt were getting neglected. He added a second finger, then a third and continued to pump them into her, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her clit.
After a few minutes of Lydia experiencing indescribable foreplay, it happened — the trembling of her legs stopped and she gasped, crying out his name. Stiles placed softer kisses and the occasional lick to her entrance, helping her come down from her high. He pulled his fingers out from inside of her, then splayed his tongue out flat and took in all of her wetness, leaving nothing behind. When Lydia's moans turned into short, breathy laughs, he focused his attention on his fingers — licking them clean.
Once he finished eating her out and was pleased with his work, Stiles came back up to her, pressing a kiss to her left hip bone; grazing his teeth there and grinning into her skin when her hands flew to his hair, tugging on the brunet strands. Stiles continued moving upwards, reaching her chest. He circled one of her nipples with his tongue, taking her in his mouth and using his saliva for better lubrication. Stiles started to place hot, open-mouthed kisses to her clavicle — sucking on her skin hungrily.
"Stiles… When… how did you even— oh my god…" Lydia panted blissfully, trying to catch her breath. She takes his face in her hands and smashes their lips together — not caring about the taste of herself on his tongue.
After another intense make out session, Stiles got up and walked across his room; reaching into his drawer, hidden at the very back so his dad wouldn't accidentally find them, and pulled out a box of condoms. Taking one out, he made his way back to his bed.
"And just why do you have these, Stiles?" Lydia teased, sitting up more and watching how his face reddened as realization struck him. "Just by chance?" Lydia laughed out loud at his feigned answer, enjoying the sight of his dimples when he laughed along too.
When Stiles uses his teeth to rip open the packaging, he's met with the most beautiful green eyes he's ever seen — in other words, Stiles is met with Lydia's eyes. She had a look hidden within them; something that resembled anticipation, yet a hint of unexpectancy.
Before Stiles did anything else, he took her hand and pressed his lips to the inside of her palm; a silent will that she could stop whenever she wanted to. Lydia smiled warmly, nodding her head in understandment. She kisses him to further convince him, leaving no room for hesitation on his or her part.
He rolled the condom onto his hardened dick and positioned himself at her entrance. Leaning down to press a kiss on her cupid's bow, he slides in slowly. The feeling of her fully around him was a very new sensation, but it was beyond imaginable. She was tight, and warm… no, she was hot. She was perfect.
He released a guttural moan and Lydia gasped, then he kissed her tenderly; pressing their foreheads together once parting. Stiles continued to glid one of his hands over her body — tracing the curves of her waist and hip or feeling her breasts. His other hand was acting as support for himself; laying by the side of her head. "S-stiles…Yes! Uhh, I— I feel… mmhmm, I—"
He leaned in closer, nuzzling his nose with hers as he told her, "Shh, I— ahh, I know Lyds…I know. Me too." Stiles could hear the way Lydia's moans grew louder and hoped her orgasm was close. He wanted her to come before he did, but the feeling of being inside of her and her breath tickling his neck, along with the noises she was creating, it seemed like it wouldn't be long before he came either. Stiles moved back and gazed down at her. Lydia's hair was mussed and splayed all over his pillow, her skin glistening from perspiration. She looked beautiful.
"Stiles… faster. Go- mmhm, go faster."
Oh, that he can do! Increasing the speed of his thrusts, he searched for her hand and locked their fingers together. "How's that? Lyds, is that— ughh, okay?"
Lydia could only nod; gazing at his perfect face, taking mental images of how the muscles of his jaw and brow bones tensed up, then released with every impulse he pushed into her. She slipped her hands up along his forearms — squeezing the muscles below his shoulders languidly.
Stiles, trying to hide his face from turning even redder at her action, pushed his head into the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzling along her soft skin and taking in her sweet scent. He used the hand he had on Lydia's thigh to move her into a slightly different angle, managing to go deeper inside, hitting close to her g-spot. When they talk about it later, the moan she vocalized in that moment makes her shrink with embarrassment. It makes Stiles grin with delight, especially when he goes on to further tease her about what happened next.
After one final thrust, Stiles hit her g-spot perfectly. She felt her pelvic muscles contracting as her body released the pent up tension that was inside of her. Rapturous electricity pulsed through her core, igniting every inch of her body. Lydia's breath caught in her lungs momentarily, and she grasped at his shoulder blades — leaving faint crescent marks in his skin and releasing an elated cry of pleasure.
In that moment, all she could do was shut her eyes tightly; not wanting to disturb the wave of ecstasy that washed over her. Nothing could compare to how she felt — she didn't want anything to. Every brush and graze of his fingers on her sweltering body stimulated Lydia profoundly, until it became unbearable. The need for him became compulsive, compelling, until all she could do was think about him.
The tightness of Lydia grasps on his biceps, along with crying out his name causes Stiles to reach his own climax, moaning loudly when he comes. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears of bliss when she gazed back into Stiles' eyes. Lydia felt a warmth spreading in her chest as Stiles' fingertips traced the curve of her jawline, and she leaned more into his touch. His thumb glides over her dampened cheekbone, brushing away a single tear that escapes her eyelid. They rode down the bliss of their orgasms together, staying motionless for a few seconds when he pulled out — panting and inhaling shaky breaths.
After he had disposed of the used condom and cleaned up any mess, Stiles climbed back under the covers and held her close to him. He felt her body pressed against his, and every inch of her skin was warm and soft. They were laying in a spooning position; his arms wrapped securely around her as he whispered sweet nothings into the crook of her neck. Lydia was once again, being lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of his chest.
Basking in the midst of the afterglow, Stiles started kissing the back of her neck, feeling her squirm lightly. He nipped at her earlobe, then soothed his tongue over the sensitive skin. "Sorry I didn't really know what I was doing," he murmured sheepishly, his breath caressing the shell of her ear.
Lydia actually laughed out loud, "It's fine," she replied dopily, "Me neither." Even though the feeling of tiredness was quickly washing over her, she realized the admission she just made; going completely still.
"What…?" was all that he said, uncertainty creeping into his voice, waiting a few seconds for her to give a response.
Lydia sat up promptly, meeting his perplexed stare. "Stiles…" she quavered, not knowing what she was going to say, "I know everyone probably thinks that I'm a lot more experienced than I actually am, but… I'm not. I have never been with anyone else. Not like this anyway. I know in the past I've had other boyfriends, but we didn't… I haven't—"
Stiles kissed her suddenly with an intensity that took her breath away. "You don't need to say anything," he told her when he pulled back slightly to speak, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ear, "But, can I say something?" he questioned, looking down at her hand that was twisting his bedsheets out of nerves. Lydia, unsure of what he was about to say, just nodded, her gaze fixed intently on his.
Stiles covered her hand with his and said, "Lydia… you— you probably know this already cause I haven't made any effort in hiding it, but I've literally had a crush on you since the 3rd grade. And, well… you being you, the perfect, strong, smart and beautiful young woman that you are and me, being… you know, just me… obviously looking back over the years, we didn't really— we were just peers in a classroom. I'm sure when everyone at school saw you getting into relationships, people get way too ahead of themselves anyway, but I'm sure they only assumed something that wasn't true. But now, knowing that about you… it only makes me fall in love with you even more. Did you really think I wouldn't be happy to find out I'm your first? Lydia, of course not. I'm literally over the moon, no… that's not even enough. More like through the freakin' universe kind of happy. I love you, Lydia Martin. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time… and I don't need you to say it back right now if you're not ready— woaah— mmphhmm"
Even though Lydia would have liked to find out what he was going to say after she interrupted him, in that moment, she knew enough.
"Stiles… I do love you. More than anything. I don't think I know how to not love you. So, yes… I'm going to tell you whenever and wherever I can. I love you. I'm in love with you. But just please, don't ever say that you're just you again. Okay, cause you are so much more than that. You have been and will always be one of the best people in my life." What started out as a heated and passionate kiss, eventually subsided and turned into a series of lazy kisses and pecks.
Many more I love you's were exchanged that night, along with a few tears being shed. Lydia couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for her, because as long as Stiles was in her life, she couldn't see any day of her life not being the best. They snuggled up together closer than they ever had before that night and drifted off to sleep.
Waking up to a bright and sunny morning, Lydia opened her eyes tiredly. When the memories of the previous night flood her mind, a content smile spreads across her face. Lyida felt Stiles' toned arm pull her back into his chest and she turned around so she could see him better. She admired just how attractive he actually was… Finally!
Her gaze followed every curve and sharp line of his face. She followed the swoop of his upturned nose, leading to the curl in his eyelashes. Those very same eyelashes that she herself was incredibly jealous of. If there is ever a person who would be blessed with having perfect lashes, of course it would have to be Stiles Stilinski, she grinned at the notion. Lydia's gaze fell to his lips — those perfect, round, luscious and now, very, VERY, kissable lips.
Her eyes darted lower, following the path led by a splattering of moles and freckles along his jawline leading to his neck. Lydia's attention was caught by a few red and purple colored marks under his jaw and all over his neck.
The sight of her love-bites all over his neck caused her to feel lightheaded. Lydia lowered her lips to his neck softly; pressing warm kisses to the already tinted skin. She feels his grip on her waist change — turning into him tracing his fingers delicately up and down her spine.
With her lips now pressed to his jawline, she hears a low chuckle rumbling from within his chest. Lydia pulled back slightly and found his eyes already on her. "What are you doing there?" he questioned, his voice coming out raspy.
"Perfecting my artwork…" she clarified smugly.
Stiles laughed and rolled over onto his back — pulling Lydia with him. He lifted a hand up to his neck where the hickeys were scattered. "Yeah… and we both know just how good of an artist you are," Stiles admitted; eyes gazing intently into hers as he rubbed at his neck.
She took his hand with her own; guiding his fingers to the exact location of each love-bite. He had to close his eyes momentarily — taken aback by the amount of hickeys that were actually on his neck.
When he opened his eyes again, Lydia was looking down at him, leaning half on top of his chest. Her hair fell down freely, framing her face with loose strawberry-blonde curls that cascaded over her shoulders. The morning sun was shining its rays generously through his window — casting a warm glow all over Lydia's skin, scattering gold through her green eyes and making them appear more hazel. He leaned in, his lips grazing her temple, and whispered good morning. When he pulled back, she was nibbling her bottom lip through a smile; her eyes shining with happiness and a hint of mischief.
"You're so beautiful," he half whispered, reaching out and twirling the barely defined curls around his index finger.
"Stiles…" Lydia purred, an embarrassed chuckle escaping her lips. She knew for certain her cheeks were bright red. Lydia hid her face against his chest when he smiled broadly at her shyness. Stiles kissed her forehead, then flipped them over briskly. Lydia yelped as the cold air brushed against her skin. He braced his arms on either side of her head and stooped lower; kissing the corner of her mouth.
"Hi," Stiles said with a lop-sided grin, gazing down at her, taking in the sight of her kiss-swollen lips.
"Hi to you too," Lydia smiled endearingly back, trailing her fingertips along his forearm. She glides her left hand through his unruly morning hair, then smoothes it back down again.
As she laid beneath him, he could see a few beads of sweat that accumulated on her forehead. Stiles found himself irresistibly drawn to the way they glimmered in the morning sunlight. He reached out to brush them away, but his fingers still lingered on her skin. She shivered, but not from the cold. It was a feeling Lydia had become well acquainted with. She felt a rush of desire flowing through her that came from being admired by him so devotedly.
"Why don't I create a painting of my own?" Stiles questioned flirtatiously, nipping her bottom lip softly.
The action caused her to release the slightest of moans — how can he affect me this much! Lydia arched one of her eyebrows, loving this new side of him — More confident, sexier. She tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck. When he began kissing and tugging at the skin of her neck, Lydia hooked a leg around his waist, digging her heel into him with light pressure.
He swallowed audibly at her new position. Lydia saw how his adam's apple bobbed in his throat.
"How late do you think we can be to school without it being too obvious?" Stiles asked, his lips ghosting over her throat.
A smirk pulled at her lips at his suggestive question. "Why don't we find out?"
After Lydia and Stiles had made love for the second time since the previous night, they realized they had missed the first period. Stiles quickly drove Lydia home so she could change and apply some of her correction concealer to his neck. They ended up getting distracted by even more kissing because Stiles wouldn't stop giving her heart eyes as she applied the product. The only reason Lydia didn't put some on herself was because she had matched a silk neck scarf with her outfit and used that to cover his artwork.
Once they pulled into the parking lot of the high school, Stiles killed the engine and turned towards her. She was looking into the rear view mirror; applying a generous amount of lip gloss to her puffy lips and fluffing out her hair — creating bouncy and wavy hair from day two curls.
"Okay, how do I look… and before you say something really cheesy, just try and think about your answer," she asked him when she turned to look in his direction.
Stiles thought Lydia was literally the most gorgeous person he would ever see from the moment he woke up. But now, wearing light makeup, with her hair looking fluffier than usual because it's actually second day hair enhanced by dry shampoo, and having a silk scarf tied neatly around her neck — which makes his heart race fast because he knows the only reason she's even wearing it in the first place, is to hide the evidence that last night actually happened between them — she looked even more breathtaking.
"I think you look beautiful, Lydia. Like always." Stiles took her hand in his and brought it up to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of her hand tenderly.
The half smile that pulled at Lydia's lips quickly turned into a full beam when he leaned over the handbrake and pulled at one of her face framing curls. He stepped out of the jeep soon after and rounded the vehicle until he was standing by her door. Stiles opened the passenger's side door before Lydia did and stood back so she could get out. She released a giggle at Stiles' hurried action and leaned up to press her lips to his cheek. When Lydia pulled away, she looped her arm through his and walked side-by-side with him towards the school building.
They quickly made it to economics, the next class on their timetable during the second period. Even though they came in a few minutes late, Coach Finstock didn't seem to notice their sneaky entrance into the classroom — he was too busy going on about how livestock would be the ultimate fall of globalization, which, listening to some of his weird analogies and metaphors, actually kinda made sense.
They sat down next to each other at a table near the back of the classroom; giggling childishly at their spy-like instincts and not being noticed by anyone.
Halfway through the lesson, Stiles slid a folded piece of paper onto her side of the desk, twirling the pen he'd used between his thumb and index finger.
She looked over at him with a curious quirk to her lips, opening the note and reading what he'd written; This class is boring the life out of me. Lydia neatly wrote down a response onto the paper; Just try to pay attention and you might learn something, then passed it back to him.
As the class droned on, Stiles leaned in closer to her. His voice was low and suggestive when he whispered, "I was thinking we could study together tonight. Maybe by doing some extra credit."
Lydia felt a jolt of electricity course through her when his hand connected with the material of her dress under the table. She grinned coquettishly, "I don't think we need any extra credit."
He raised an eyebrow, his hand inching higher up her thigh, "Are you sure?"
Lydia couldn't help but gasp quietly, feeling her composure falter as her libido increased by the second. "Stiles…" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. His touch was leaving a poignant feeling stirring inside of her. She looked over at him, her gaze falling to his lips, then to his eyes, which were blown wide. The smirk he gave her at that moment was too attractive for his own good. Lydia couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped her lips when she remembered he was still the same charmingly awkward and sarcastically witty guy she was so used to knowing. Just as things were getting even more heated between the two of them, Coach Finstock called on Stiles and asked him to answer a question.
His conspicuous startle was the reason a few chuckles could be heard coming from some of their classmates. "Sorry, um, can you repeat the question?" Stiles fumbled, not even bothering to attempt an answer.
Coach sighed dramatically, visibly annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Just pay attention, Stilinski."
Stiles nodded, feeling his cheeks burning, although he couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at her throughout the rest of the lesson.
By the time lunch came around, they thought it best to avoid their friends for the time being — wanting only for them to enjoy the feeling of newly couple bliss, at least for now.
Lydia tugged Stiles into a janitor's closet and wow— she imagined they were the definition of typical hormonal teenagers. Even though the door had frosted glass and no one could see in, Stiles still pulled down the blinds to avoid being spotted by someone. They were a frenzy of kisses, caresses, touches and of course, love-struck smiles. They couldn't help it — if one of them had a fit of the giggles, they both did.
Stiles broke their kiss and pulled back, caressing her cheekbones tenderly. "Lyds … we can't… not that I wouldn't love to— if we keep going, we're not gonna be able to stop."
Lydia glanced up at him beneath her lashes — a soft smile playing on her lips as she circled her arms around the base of his neck. "I never thought you would be the first to say we should stop…" she answered in a teasing voice.
Placing his hands on her waist, Stiles kisses her forehead, "You know the reason why. I mean, as much as I would love to continue with this, you and I both know what will inevitably happen."
"And what's wrong with that?" she questioned with a lightness that made him laugh. When he didn't answer, she leaned up and pecked his lips, patting his chest. Lydia moved around him and walked towards the door.
"Wait, wait, wait…" Stiles exhaled, encircling his arms around her body, pulling her back into him. Lydia grinned approvingly when her back collided with his chest. Resting her arms on top of his, Lydia scratched softly along his forearms. She cleared her throat as a way to question why she wasn't striding somewhere through the school hallway.
Stiles closed his eyes and rested his head on hers. "I just want to stay here with you for a few more minutes," he answered her unspoken question.
Lydia released a slow breath and relaxed back into his embrace, humming in agreement.
"Plus, I don't think the student body of Beacon Hills would appreciate our PDA-ing…"
"Our PDA-ing?" she snickered, turning in his arms and slipping her arms around his neck.
"Yeah," a crooked grin pulled at his mouth and she could hear humor within his answer.
Lydia's eyes followed the movement of his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips, then slowly glanced back up to meet his own eyes — expressive and refulgent as always. She shook her head and mumbled, "You're such a dork," under her breath. Stiles' grin widened and he wounded his arms around her waist even more.
"Really?" he questioned rhetorically, using a mischievous tone when he replied, "Well, I mean, you're now the one dating said dork, So… I must've done something right."
"Of course you did," she said affectionately, "you were just being you. Even though you are incredibly nerdy most of the time, you're also extremely caring and considerate of everyone you meet and know. And that is the guy that I'm in love with. Also, you are an excellent kisser."
"Lydia, I… I don't know what to say. That's… really sweet of you, thank you, " he smiled bashfully, "I mean, who knew all I had to do to win your heart was to just be myself. Wait, you think I'm an excellent kisser?"
Lydia let out an amused chuckle, nodding her head adoringly, "One more thing though. Please don't ever choose a horror movie for future movie nights."
"I knew it! You were scared, weren't you?" Stiles said teasingly, unable to hide the elation in his voice, "I won't, but I mean don't you think that it worked out in our favor? That was kinda what sparked everything off you know… you getting scared, using me for protection, us falling asleep together… " Stiles raised his eyebrows suggestively, not needing to finish his sentence.
"Oh, shut up," Lydia murmured, then finally caved in when he gave her an upside-down smile and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Well, we should be going to our next few classes," she told him while fixing the collar of his plaid shirt that was sticking up on one side.
"Yeah… okay," he said with a carefree smile, pulling her in for one final hug, before leading them back into the boisterous school corridor.
By the time the school day was over, Stiles remembered that he had lacrosse practice and found Lydia by her locker in the vacant school hallway. As he approached her, he noticed she was gathering some of her textbooks to take home.
Stiles came up behind her and kissed her cheek. He asked her to stay until after practice, leaning his right hand on her locker door with his left propping himself up on the row of lockers in front of them. Moving closer, Stiles placed his lips on the soft skin of her shoulder from behind, sending a wave of heat through her stomach. Lydia tried to suppress the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her from his close proximity, but the feeling of his touch was overbearing. Wow, Stiles can be really sexy when he wants to be.
Even though she wanted nothing more than to stay; watching as he ran laps and became sweaty from training while she sat over on the bleachers admiring him, Lydia advised that she should probably just go home, knowing that the first chance they get, they'll be running off to some bathroom stall together.
"I'll call you after practice okay?" Stiles promised. It looked like there was one more thing he wanted to say. "I love you." There it was.
"Yeah okay. And I love you too, Stiles," Lydia affirmed, turning around and stretching up to hug him, then kissed him just because she could. Lydia laughed into his lips when he tickled her above her hip bone, both of them grinning brightly into the kiss.
"Bye," she said once her locker door was closed and her handbag hung loosely from her elbow. She walked halfway down the corridor when she looked back and saw Stiles already watching her walk away, giving her a playful wink. Once Lydia made it to the double doors, she blew a kiss in his direction and smiled when he returned the gesture, then walked out into the afternoon sun to meet with Allison.
"Hey. Feels like I haven't seen you in days," Scott said, a smirk plastered on his face.
Stiles rolled his eyes, grinning. Ever since last night, he couldn't stop smiling. He felt like he was on cloud nine, and absolutely nothing would drag him down from it. "Dude, I literally saw you yesterday," he answered while doing push-ups on the grass.
"Hmm… right," Scott hummed, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. Maybe Stiles actually forgot, or he's just plainly choosing to ignore the fact — but either way, Scott had the ability to smell different emotions. Right now, Stiles reeked of both arousal and desire.
Stiles made a grunting sound, God, I hate push-ups! "What? What's wrong?"
Stiles tried his hardest to keep his heart rate at a normal pace, but the second his mind wandered to everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours, he gave up.
"Stiles, first of all your heartbeat's going really, really fast. Like, too fast if you're just doing push-ups. Secondly, you haven't been able to stop smiling since we got out here. You reek of arousal and I can literally see the hickeys on the left side of your neck," Scott was fully beaming now, "Dude, what happened?"
Stiles didn't even try hiding the smile that took over his face, "You know when your guys left after the movie last night…"
"Yeah?"
Stiles exhaled slowly, trying to put his thoughts in order, "Well, Lydia and I woke up at around midnight and… I didn't want her to drive home after only waking up, so I told her she could stay or that I could take her home if she wanted, then she just… kissed me."
Feeling his cheek heat up at the memory of it all, Stiles doesn't even hear Scott congratulate him on kissing Lydia. Oh boy was he in for a treat. "Uhh… yeah that wasn't all that happened," Stiles awkwardly chuckled, "She kinda spent the entire night and then we, well… had sex, and then again this morning, so that was why we were actually late to school today, and not by the very lame excuse of the jeep broke down, so yeah..." Stiles forgot how to breathe the entire time he spoke, panting after he recounted the last few hours of his life to Scott.
If Scott's jaw wasn't a part of his actual anatomy, it would have been long on the ground by now. After hearing and seeing Stiles pine after Lydia for literal years, it was mind blowing to keep it simple when he told him that. "DUDE!! Oh my God, Stiles! YOU AND LYDIA HAD SE—"
"SHHH!! Really? Not for all of Beacon Hills to hear!" Stiles yelped frantically at Scott, but gave in when his best friend brought him in for a hug, patting his back in a brotherly way.
"Stiles, I'm so happy for you guys. I mean, wow… I took you long enough."
Stiles was truly grateful to have Scott as a best friend, "Thanks Scott," Stiles answered honestly, "It means a lot, man."
They didn't realize that Coach was standing right behind them, a sports whistle hanging out of his mouth; watching the scene with his signature confused/annoyed expression.
"Um, hello!? It's practice time, not hugging time!" they heard him yell, sounding mildly disgusted that people had stopped training to take a break.
"Sorry Coach, just celebrating," Stiles answered him while scratching his head, ruffling up his hair even more.
Coach sniggered, "Celebrating? It's not Christmas, is it?"
"No?" they replied in unison. By that point, Coach was walking away to give out to more helpless team mates.
"Exactly, so GET BACK TO PRACTICE!" he yelled back at them.
Lydia sat in Allison's car, looking out through the windshield as her friend drove them back to Lydia's house. She suggested to her friend that they should have a girls night, to which Allison happily agreed.
"So, how'd you get to school without your car?" Allison asked while driving down the familiar road.
"I um, got a ride with Stiles this morning," she felt her stomach drop the second she had the words spoken. Allison probably would never guess the hidden innuendo within those few words, but Lydia has to bite down on her bottom lip to keep her smirk at bay; crossing her legs when a familiar heat started to spread between her thighs at the memory of that morning… of last night!
"Oh, that was nice of him," Allison admitted before pulling into Lydia's driveway.
"Yeah. It was…" Lydia murmured before unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping outside. Both girls made their way inside and ascended the steps to Lydia's bedroom.
An hour passed when Allison probed randomly, "So, you and Stiles seem closer…" reading a textbook and laying at the end of Lydia queen sized bed.
Lydia's heartbeat started picking up speed at Allison's sudden question. "Um, yeah I guess…" she answered prudently, going back to doing what she was previously occupied with.
Allison still wasn't satisfied with Lydia's short reply, so she tried a different tactic instead. "You and Stiles just look pretty comfortable on the couch last night."
Lydia, firstly caught off guard by the question, had to think about which exact time her best friend was referring to. "Oh, right, yeah..." was all that she said, avoiding her friend's scrutinizing gaze and going back to reading a random magazine.
Allison had enough with Lydia's denial, so she took out her phone to show Lydia what she was talking about. "I took this yesterday when you guys were asleep, so please stop pretending like you don't have feelings for him… I have proof!"
Lydia looked at the image on Allison's phone and a smile tugged at her lips, growing until Lydia was beaming.
"See— Ha! I knew it."
Allison really has no idea, Lydia realized. "Can I tell you something? But you can't tell anyone… at least not yet okay?"
Allison's eyes grew more serious and she responded, "Yeah, of course Lydia. You know I would never share anything you tell me that's private with anyone else," she gave Lydia a reassuring smile.
"Right… but just in case you let it slip to Scott or something…" Lydia takes in a deep breath, telling herself here goes… "So, when you and Scott left after the movie, it was a while later when Stiles and I woke up. It was after midnight and Stiles asked me if I wanted to stay because it was getting late. Then before I could answer, he told me that he would be more than happy to drive me home, even though he was clearly tired and I guess, I don't know what came over me and… I kissed him."
Allison gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, then squealed excitedly. "Lydia!! Wow… Oh my god, I can't believe you guys actually kissed!! Wait, what's that look for?"
"Well, we kissed… and then went to his bedroom and well… you know…" Lydia grinned, picking at loose thread in her blanket.
The squeal that Allison made before was nothing compared to the sound she made just then, "LYDIA!! EEEEEEEE!! I can't believe that you guys actually SLEPT TOGETHER."
Lydia laughed giddily at her friend's reaction, "Yeah… so after we did that... Stiles and I just talked about everything until we fell asleep. Allison… he is so sweet and caring. I mean I knew that before, but now, after being with him… it's just perfect. He's perfect."
Allison leaped forward and hugged her, laughing joyously. When they're both laying on their stomach's, she asks Lydia a question that has them both giggling like they're back in middle school crushing on some famous actor.
"So… what was it like?"
Lydia laughed giddily, "It was amazing," she admitted, "I mean, it was amazing because it was with him. Throughout all of it, he'd always make sure I was comfortable and that I was enjoying it, which Hello? Yes! I mean his hands, his arms… and his eyes and lips. Oh and don't even get me started on what he can do with his tongue—"
"Lydiaa!" Allison half shrieked her name through another squeal.
Lydia burst out laughing, "What? But let's just say that under his clothes nothing like what I expected either, no… it's ten times better! And I had no idea how amazing of a kisser he'd be."
After a few minutes of them both laughing goofily and Lydia sharing some very explicit detail of the previous night, she stops momentarily, a serious look now shining in her eyes. "I love him, Allison, so much."
Allison sat up, looking at Lydia and said affectionately, "Have you told him that?"
It took Lydia a minute to remember the countless times they both said those words to each other since waking this morning, not even counting last night, and a joyful smile graced her lips, "Yeah, I have. Probably too many times at this point."
Allison smiled adorably, "Aww, Lydia. I'm so happy for both of you. I mean… finally!"
Lydia's cheeks were starting to hurt with all the smiling and laughing she was doing, but it didn't matter. Not when she finally got to love and spend all of her time with the one person she's wanted for longer than she would have previously allowed herself to admit.
Allison suddenly remembered something Lydia had told her once before, and she had to stop herself from jumping with joy.
"Wait… So this means that Stiles was your first time!!"
Lydia just nodded slowly, her mouth curving into a shy smile. She had to brace herself quickly when Allison practically jamp onto her, then pulled away to squeal some more. "Lydia, Lydiaaa! This is literally the best news EVER! But— does this mean that you guys were each other's first time?"
"Yeah… yeah, we were," Lydia could feel the blush creeping back to her cheeks again, "Allison?"
"Yes?"
"Can you send me the picture you took?"
Allison laughed at her sudden request, but sends the picture to her nonetheless.
Lydia smiled broadly, thanking her. When she opened the picture, she was instantly taken back to that exact moment and felt a wave of ecstasy washing over her. She then saved it as one of her favorites and used it as the wallpaper on her phone's home and lock screens — ignoring Allison's cheeky grin.
When she got out of the shower and changed into one of her favorite silk pajama sets, it was well after 1am. As she brushed her slightly damped hair, Lydia's phone pinged from her vanity table, disrupting the peaceful silence in her room. She walked over to the device, wondering who could be texting her this late. Opening it up, she saw two new text messages from Stiles.
Stiles: Hey, Are u still awake? The rest of the day felt longer with you. I couldn't stop thinking about you Lydia, or about last night… and this morning…
Stiles: Well, If you're actually sleeping right now, goodnight and sweet dreams. Or good morning if it's when you're seeing this. I love you. Bye xx
Lydia smiled bashfully at his sweet words and started thinking of something to say back. She typed out a response, then quickly deleted it. A second later, she sees Stiles' caller ID show up on her phone screen.
"Hi…" She hears him say, barely above a whisper.
"Hey… how was practice?" she asked, moving over to her bed and getting under the covers.
"Good. Yeah, it was fine. Kinda boring though. Doing the same things over and over again. And well, you know… Coach being his lovable self."
Lydia laughed at that, hearing him take in a breath before continuing. "How have you been?" Stiles laid back against his headboard, smiling when he could still smell Lydia's perfume on his pillows.
"I've been good too. Allison was here earlier..." she hesitated momentarily telling him what she was thinking, "She knows Stiles. That we slept together. Okay, well, first of all, she was very persistent and wouldn't stop making these comments and questioning everything I said, but… yeah. I told her."
Stiles brings a hand up and tucked it under his head, listening to her rambling statement. God, I love the sound of her voice. "Hey… hey, it's okay. Because you're not the only one. I may have let it slip to Scott as well. Actually, now that I think about it… he did the same thing; asking a lot of questions and being very persistent too."
"I can't believe them," Lydia said through a laugh, "They probably made bets and everything and are laughing about us right now!"
Stiles laughed out loud, thinking the same thing, "Haha, yeah… I wouldn't even be the least bit surprised."
"So… you couldn't stop thinking about last night, huh?" Lydia pried, a flirtatious tone under her voice. She hears Stiles coughing awkwardly through the phone at the sudden change of topic; causing her to bite her bottom lip through a smile.
"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly — scratching the back of his neck before he continued, "Lydia, last night was the best night of my life. Pfft, I mean, if I wasn't on the phone with you right now, I'd probably think I dreamt it or something." Stiles waited for her to respond, holding his breath for a second too long.
"Mhm, I know you mean. It was the same for me too," he hears her agree. Ughh, Her voice!! How am I getting so turned on just from hearing her SPEAK?
Lydia wanted to know exactly how he felt, so she asked, "Were you thinking about it during practice?"
Stiles was caught off guard by her question, too stunned to speak. Swallowing hard, he told her, "Yeah… yeah, I was. I think it was part of the reason why Scott found out…" he chuckled lightly, his heartbeat quickening with every word spoken, "Were you? Thinking about last night?"
Now it was her turn to be caught off guard. "Yes… I was. When I was at school. During the drive home. When I was in the shower…" Lydia could hear the audible gulp he creates through the device and it motivated her to continue, "I remembered what it was like having your hands on me… the way I felt…"
"Yeah?" he croaked, "What did it feel like?"
Lydia takes in an uneven breath, feeling the same heat she did the previous night coming back between her thighs. "It was like my skin was on fire. Like, there was electricity flowing everywhere through me. Your hands were warm and solid on my skin and I didn't know it was even possible to be kissed the way I was. Stiles, I've never felt anything like that before, ever… I'm really glad it was you."
Stiles was sure his heart stopped beating. No… it combusted altogether. All this time, he'd been so worried that it wasn't a good experience for her because the only knowledge he had about sex was literally from reading websites articles and, well, research. But he was quickly proven wrong.
"Lyds… I can't even put into words what I felt last night. I mean, wow— it was just, you're just— amazing. Both inside and out, in every way," getting a short giggle from her, he continued, "Lydia… I haven't ever felt so certain about anything in my life, but I'm really glad you stayed last night. Do you even realize how beautiful you are? God— you're just, you're gorgeous… I mean, your eyes are literally the prettiest eyes I've ever seen! And the way you looked with your hair down, all over my pillow, naked, was just so perfect… and your skin is literally the softest thing I've ever touched. Well, apart from your lips. Which, if I start talking about those, we'll be here until morning!"
Lydia really thought she could one up him with her description of what last night felt like for her — nope! Now that she thinks about it, after hearing Stiles' literal monologue, she forgot what she even told him in the first place!
She was blushing bright red at his honest declaration and finally told him what she wanted to say the second she heard his voice over the phone. "I miss you, Stiles." Lydia had always been so afraid of sharing her true feelings with the people who got close to her, but with Stiles, it always felt natural. He made her feel seen and heard, and she was so grateful for having him in her life.
Stiles' breath caught in his lungs momentarily at her earnesty, "I miss you too, Lydia… I'll be there tomorrow anyway, so you can pick up your car. Cause like everyone, my dad's wondering why your car's still parked out front," he chuckled.
She giggled into the phone while laying on her side, bringing the device closer to her ear, "Okay…" she replied, hearing the tiredness in her voice already.
Stiles felt incredibly relaxed, and he knew he was going to fall asleep the second their phone call ended, but there was one more thing he needed her to hear before saying goodnight.
"Lydia?"
"Yeah…?"
"I love you, so much."
"I love you too, Stiles," she uttered softly through the phone. He closed his eyes and let her words fill the defining silence in his room.
"Sweet dreams, Lyds." Stiles could practically hear the smile in her voice when she replied, "Goodnight, Stiles."
Now would probably be the point where someone should press the end call button, but neither of them do. They just sit there for a few seconds, not wanting to end the call. Lydia finally does, rolling her eyes lightheartedly at how they were acting. She sends him a heart emoji, along with a tired face the second she hangs up.
Grinning, Stiles responded with the kissing emoji and a winky face. Lydia laughed at his choice of emoticons, then switched off her phone, falling asleep shortly after.
A week later, Lydia and Allison were sitting at the same lunch table in the cafeteria that they were the previous week. Lydia was going over her chemistry notes, when a voice behind her caused her heart to skip a beat and awaken the swarm of butterflies in her stomach.
Stiles walked over to the table, looking back slightly and laughing at something Scott said. They both sit down at the bench with the girls.
Stiles sat beside Lydia and pressed a kiss to her temple, looking at the notes in front of her; purposely ignoring Scott and Allison's intense staring.
Lydia looked up at him a second later and sees him looking at her… well, more admiring her. "Hi… are you okay?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Stiles breaks into a shy smile — he was too busy watching how a small crease was forming between her brows and the way her bottom lip was partially in between her teeth to realize that he'd just been staring at her. A smile pulled at Lydia's lips and she looked back down the heterogeneous chemical equation that was written neatly into her notes.
Stiles was disrupted from his daze when he felt a single piece of popcorn hit his nose. Scrunching up his face, he looked across the table to find Scott holding the bag the popcorn came from — a grin plastered on his features.
"Are we hanging out later?" Scott questioned, bringing more of the popcorn to his mouth.
Stiles took in a breath and hummed. "Sorry, dude. Can't. Lydia and I already have plans."
Lydia turns a page of her notebook slowly, coughing lightly to cover up the laugh she made.
Stiles laughed too while looking back at her. He then turned to his bag, remembering something he packed and pulled out a container of (green) grapes. Taking off the lid, Stiles pushed the fruits toward her.
"There we go. Want one?"
"Sure," Lydia said, grinning at him, "Thank you." She picked up one of the grapes and ate it.
After a few more minutes of the Stiles and Scott chatting about some football game that was on a few nights ago, Lydia stood, slamming her notebook closed. "I'm gonna go to the library to catch up on some studying. I have a free period next, so I'll have more time. See you later," she announced before taking up her red Chloé Marcie handbag and holding her chemistry notebook in her arms.
Stiles looked back at her just then, already getting out of his seat. "Yeah, I'll come too. I need to return a book anyway," he said, not waiting to hear Scott or Allison say goodbye.
Stiles caught up to her quickly and discreetly slipped his hand around the side of her waist — pulling her closer.
"Yeah… they're not going to the library," Scott shook his head amusedly as he looked at Allison.
"How do you… Oh," was all that she said, laughing alongside him at their friends' inability to keep their hands off each other.