I'm Mostly Just Following a Feeling

Lydia Martin. Feminist. Banshee. Genius. Alis Valot Propriis: she flies with her own wings written by: hunter. 32. CST.

[alis-valot-propriis]

“Hi! I’m Mallory. I’m having twins, too. How far along are you?”

mywilliingheart

"Hi Mallory. I'm Lydia. I'm five almost six months along. You?" she asks.

[alis-valot-propriis]

“Can you believe we’re gonna have three girls?”

Stydia!

“God no. I can hardly believe we have one girl,” she tells him. She places a hand on her belly where one of the twins is kicking, “She was a miracle all on her own and these two…another beautiful miracle.”

[alis-valot-propriis]

“Baby’s kicking. Wanna feel?”

From Allison! mywilliingheart

Lydia bites her bottom lip and looks at her best friend. She did want to, but it also just made her so incredibly aware of her own situation. She smiles and nods, “Sure…” she reaches out and lets Allison put her hand in the right spot.

[parsonsfamarchived]

@alis-valot-propriis x

Their sweet Ayla was just about six months old, Stiles watching her sit on the living room floor in awe. They had a daughter. He still couldn’t believe it. “I don’t know, Lydia,” he said, shifting his weight on the couch. “It’s just a feeling. I suppose it could wait. How was work?” He’d been staying home with the baby while Lydia returned to the workforce. “Have you heard from Scott and Allison lately?”

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia looks over where Stiles was on the couch and Ayla sat on the floor, playing. Sometimes it felt so surreal that they finally had the child they’d longed for for so long. They’d been trying so hard and so long before she got pregnant. Now they had the most perfect baby girl. She moves to sit on the floor with Ayla after taking off her heels. “We can look for a new house obviously, but it’s just hard to imagine leaving this one…” she tells him. “Work was fine. We’re making some breakthrough on our latest project. I was texting Ally during lunch today. They were asking about dinner.”

[alis-valot-propriis]

“I think we need a new house!”

Stiles bc I miss our stydia stuff!! mywilliingheart

“A new house? For what?” Lydia asks.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia was in the lab today and not out on the research boats so she’s been running some tests when Danny and Steve came by. She’d just slipped her tubes into the fridge again when they came back to find her.

She was always glad to see them when she could. Their work didn’t overlap a lot, but it was nice when it did. She settles into a chair in her office, legs crossed and her skirt riding up her thighs a bit.

Danny had told them a while ago that Grace would be with them for Christmas and Rachel for Thanksgiving, but their own plans had been up in the air for November. She’s admittedly been a little anxious about not having any plans in place. Now it sounded like there was an impending visit. To Danny’s parents, who apparently didn’t know anything about their relationship.

“I think it’s going to be a…difficult thing to explain whether you do it in person or over the phone, but are we considering all three of us going there? If so I think telling them about us before we get there might be wise,” Lydia says. “I don’t think their son being in a triad with his best friend and a…younger woman is the best thing to surprise them with.”

[detectivexsergeantxwilliams]

He wasn't exactly scared of his family. Once upon a time, he might have been heavily pressured by expectations. He was the oldest, the one who led by example. But so much has happened since he came to the island, and he's grown and evolved so much. Especially with the understanding of love and loyalty. Which is in abundance with Lydia and Steve.

"I think it's something I want to at least make them aware of for Thanksgiving. Give them time to ease into it...whether they accept it or not, it's not-" He stopped himself. It would matter and be important. But it wouldn't change anything. Which he said aloud, "It won't change us. Cos there's no going back. You two make me happy. Not gonna give that up for anyone."

Steve knew how much Danny's family meant to him. So part of him felt guilty for not fitting expectations to make Danny's life easier, but another part of him was also proud that Danny was choosing him and Lydia no matter what.

"We can do whatever we need to. Together," Steve said.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia sits there across from her boyfriends and watches the thoughts run across his face. This was always going to be hard to explain. It was always going to come under question from other people and they were used to that, but it was an entirely different thing to be confronted by your family’s feelings on it.

As much as one might want to think it wasn’t important, it was important. She feels like a giant rock rolls off her shoulders when he says that even if his family doesn’t accept them, it won’t change anything. That they make him happy and he won’t give them up.

She smiles softly at them both, “I think a proper heads up is a good idea. Maybe a FaceTime or something so it’s over the phone in advance but they can see you,” she pauses, “we can be there too if you want. Like Steve said, we can do whatever we need to together.”

They needed to do it soon though if they wanted any hope of booking flights out there for the holiday.

[detectivexsergeantxwilliams]

The holidays were fast approaching and it was time they started making some decisions. Because Rachel got to take Grace to England last year for Christmas, this year she was with Danny. Which meant that Thanksgiving he didn't have her, so that freed him up some.

He and Steve needed to pick up some results from the labs for a case and managed to get Lydia on her own. He was aware that a more in-depth conversation would be needed, but he wanted to get it rolling.

"Since I got you both here, I think we need to start talking Turkey Day. My folks know I don't have Grace this year and they've been hounding me to visit. Thing is...after my divorce, I've strived to not discuss my love life with my folks. Works better with Pa than my Ma, but then I also got two nosey sisters. I guess I'm just more so asking...how do you two want me to talk about you...about us...to my family? In person or even just over the phone?"

@alis-valot-propriis

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia was in the lab today and not out on the research boats so she’s been running some tests when Danny and Steve came by. She’d just slipped her tubes into the fridge again when they came back to find her.

She was always glad to see them when she could. Their work didn’t overlap a lot, but it was nice when it did. She settles into a chair in her office, legs crossed and her skirt riding up her thighs a bit.

Danny had told them a while ago that Grace would be with them for Christmas and Rachel for Thanksgiving, but their own plans had been up in the air for November. She’s admittedly been a little anxious about not having any plans in place. Now it sounded like there was an impending visit. To Danny’s parents, who apparently didn’t know anything about their relationship.

“I think it’s going to be a…difficult thing to explain whether you do it in person or over the phone, but are we considering all three of us going there? If so I think telling them about us before we get there might be wise,” Lydia says. “I don’t think their son being in a triad with his best friend and a…younger woman is the best thing to surprise them with.”

[codenamepinetree]

When he first got assigned to her, he thought it was some sort of cosmic punishment. Most people typically caved to his obedience after an icy conversation or two...but not her. She had her strength about her and no fear. Which she needed for those who tried to oppose her, no matter if they were human. The way they butted heads mixed with her beauty aroused him, but the line of professionalism wasn't one he crossed....until they finally couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

The learning curves since then as they continued to do what they know and love, and learning to be a couple have been a rollercoaster. His worry about her safety matches hers for him in turn. Guns and knives and other dangers were expected things that were more overt. The political landscape she has to trudge through was more unforgiving and with lots more glamour that he has to try and see through to secure her safety.

The softness they share behind closed doors has always been his favorite. To have the tenderness shared with someone he's loving more and more each day.

"I know...and it always does. You're everything. Wonderfully so," He praised as he kissed her in turn.

He grabbed the necklace, made sure it was facing the right way before placing it around her neck and secure it. Pressing a few kisses to the back of her neck while wrapping his arms around her hips.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia had always loved that he wasn't afraid to push back when she was being stubborn or headstrong, even if she hadn't wanted to admit to it at the time. She had to admit that learning how to be a couple, but also manage their professional situation was challenging. She valued their quiet time behind closed doors so much more than she imagined she would. She loved him and she wanted them to be able to enjoy each other for a long time to come.

She smiles softly, "Good. I never want you to doubt that..." she murmurs.

She holds her hair away from her neck while he puts her necklace on for her. She closes her eyes when he presses kisses to the back of her neck and leans into his arms. She places her hands on top of his, "We need time off. A vacation. I want to spend long days on a beach in a bikini, getting sun, and drinking mai tais."

[codenamepinetree]

If this had been sooner, or anyone else, he might have made some sort of cynical joke. But it wasn't right in the moment. He wasn't as emotionally stunted as he used to be. Keeping clients safe meant learning to properly communicate with them, so through his years of being a bodyguard he's learned plenty. He never thought it'd ever apply to a romantic relationship, but was thankful for the experience now.

"I have a lot of years of muscle memory when it comes to being in battle that I find myself fighting. The job is always important, and then the job became your safety. That evolved as we...evolved. I promise I'm being careful. More than I've ever been...

"My life's been nomadic for as long as I can remember. Home...never existed for me. Now it does. And it's you. Coming home means coming back to you and it's the best feeling ever."

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia knew she was being a little silly. This was Jack’s whole job. He had been doing this (and more dangerous jobs) for a really long time. He was excellent at it and she knew that lots of things had to fail for something to happen to either one of them. She strokes her thumb across his smooth cheek one more time before trailing her hand down his shoulder to lace their fingers together.

Neither one of them ever expected their relationship to take this turn. She’d resented him and his rules and his limits on her activity at first. She’d hated having to run her plans by him. Then she hadn’t done as he’d told her to time and time again and there’d been some radical attempt on her life when she decided a spontaneous shopping trip in a busy district was a good idea. He’d been injured badly protecting her and she’d stopped being such a royal bitch to him. It didn’t hurt that he’d always been ridiculously attractive. They’d resisted each other for so long and once they’d finally given in, it had been impossible to stop. She’d been falling head over heels ever since they’d tumbled into bed together that first night.

“I know you are. I know you’re being careful. Doesn’t make my anxiety any more rational. I’ll be better once we’re there,” she tells him. She closes her eyes, forehead against his black shirt. “I always want you to come home to me. I always want coming home to me to feel good for you…” she tells him. She pushes onto her toes and kisses him one more time. She turns in his arms, pushing her hair off her neck before she hands him a silver chain necklace with small silver beads on it, “Put this on for me?”

[alis-valot-propriis]

Travel was a never ending part of Lydia's job as a diplomat and that meant she was often shopping for new wardrobes so she could fit in better to the culture of the country or region she was traveling to. She smoothes out the skirt on her dress, listening to Jack talk. She certainly hadn't expected him to be as in the know fashion wise when they first met, but he was pretty decent. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he hugs her from behind, letting out a soft pleased noise when he kisses her neck right on her pulse. She loved this new found closeness. How he took any opportunity he could to touch her when they were alone.

"I'll have Malia set up appointments for later this week. Just make sure you get the climate reports to her so she can get them to my stylists," she murmurs. She turns in his arms and kisses him, "I'm admittedly a little nervous about this rally today..." Today wasn't the biggest event she'd ever been to, but it was just as controversial as any of her championed causes. She was speaking at a rally about supernatural beings rights and advocating for reform in a pretty anti-shifter region. France was generally progressive, but the small, rural region she'd agreed to come to was more conservative. More wary. More inclined to restrict shifters and supernaturals than any other region she'd been to yet.

[codenamepinetree]

One of the big reasons he always kept himself distant from relationships was fear. He didn't like feeling it. It felt unnatural to him...or really, a horrid reminder of when he was young and small. Scared and alone with no one to care or comfort him. His natural instinct for action and violence and capability against most foes shrunk fear to almost nothing. When it was just himself...fear was minuscule.

Being in a relationship meant opening up his heart and caring for someone else and their well-being. Not being able to ensure their safety was agonizing. With Lydia's career putting her in various dangerous situations, he's felt the most fear he's ever felt since he was a child.

When she turned, he held her closer. Having her in his arms was the safest she'd ever be because there wasn't any chance he'd let anything or anyone harm her!

"I have teams triple-checking security checkpoints that I'm going to double-check myself. You know the layout, protocols, and all safety measures. I got four different emergency drivers ready at various exit points, and continuous contingency strategies for any and every scenario."

He smiled as he kissed her again, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia knew that this relationship was a risk for him. That it was him letting himself be vulnerable in a way that he would never usually allow himself to be. He’d done that for her. He’d opened himself up to potential loss and fear just for her. She couldn’t be more thankful. She’d been immensely lonely since she took her ambassadorship and her team was great, but they were her employees. Jack worked for the State department, but it had never truly felt like work with him. She was quickly falling in love with Jack and she was taking no moment for granted. She was thankful for his diligent work to keep her safe. She knew now it was as much for himself as it was for her.

She sinks into him when he pulls her closer and closes her eyes, taking in his scent. It was comforting and familiar, putting her at ease. She strokes her fingers slowly along his arm, soothing herself with his physical presence.

She stays quiet, listening to him tell her about all the things he’s done to ensure her safety. All the contingencies he’s put in place just in case someone might decide to harm her.

She kisses him back and her hand finds his cheek, thumb stroking slowly across it. “I know…I know you won’t let anything happen to me and that makes me nervous too. Makes me nervous for you…” she tells him. “I’d be…devastated if something happened to you…”

[codenamepinetree]

@alis-valot-propriis

"Not many going into the bodyguard business ever really know just how much fashion knowledge they'll actually need to succeed on any given day. Long-term anyway. And I guess the popularity of their client also comes under scrutiny," Jack said as he came up behind Lydia and hugged her, kissing the pulse point on her neck.

"We have to set up appointments with your fashion team. I just got the estimated climate reports for the areas we'll be visiting. Making sure you're dressed for the region itself and for it's weather is key, but I'll also be there to see what sort of weaponry I can add to your ensemble in case I'm one too many steps away while you're in danger."

[alis-valot-propriis]

Travel was a never ending part of Lydia's job as a diplomat and that meant she was often shopping for new wardrobes so she could fit in better to the culture of the country or region she was traveling to. She smoothes out the skirt on her dress, listening to Jack talk. She certainly hadn't expected him to be as in the know fashion wise when they first met, but he was pretty decent. She closes her eyes and leans into him as he hugs her from behind, letting out a soft pleased noise when he kisses her neck right on her pulse. She loved this new found closeness. How he took any opportunity he could to touch her when they were alone.

"I'll have Malia set up appointments for later this week. Just make sure you get the climate reports to her so she can get them to my stylists," she murmurs. She turns in his arms and kisses him, "I'm admittedly a little nervous about this rally today..." Today wasn't the biggest event she'd ever been to, but it was just as controversial as any of her championed causes. She was speaking at a rally about supernatural beings rights and advocating for reform in a pretty anti-shifter region. France was generally progressive, but the small, rural region she'd agreed to come to was more conservative. More wary. More inclined to restrict shifters and supernaturals than any other region she'd been to yet.

[volatilehearted]

“You’re the good one, Lydia,” Stiles whispers and slurs the words straight into her body, still more focused on what he’s doing than having a coherent conversation. “You taste…so good. You’re so responsive.”

That’s enough talking, as far as he’s concerned. He has important business to attend to. That is, of course, coaxing Lydia’s climax out of her in as gentle but overwhelming crescendo as he can manage to conduct for her. He is adamantly determined that she should get to come well before he even starts to think about any other kind of penetration.

Stiles tells her that she’s the good one and she nearly orgasms right then. Lydia is a woman with a lot of kinks, but her praise kink might just be her biggest one. How he just knew what to say was incredible. She’d never felt such strong pleasure. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, keening softly as she kneads her breast as her hips undulate ever so slightly.

The peak of her orgasm is climbing quickly and the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly. She feels that familiar tightening low in her abdomen and her thighs involuntarily clamp around his ears when that crashing wave of pleasure hits her. Her back arches off the bed as she cries out his name as she comes.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Stiles tells her that she’s the good one and she nearly orgasms right then. Lydia is a woman with a lot of kinks, but her praise kink might just be her biggest one. How he just knew what to say was incredible. She’d never felt such strong pleasure. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, keening softly as she kneads her breast as her hips undulate ever so slightly.

The peak of her orgasm is climbing quickly and the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly. She feels that familiar tightening low in her abdomen and her thighs involuntarily clamp around his ears when that crashing wave of pleasure hits her. Her back arches off the bed as she cries out his name as she comes.

[volatilehearted]

The hand in his hair is clearly nothing but encouragement. He presses his scalp against her palm briefly, but then Stiles just redoubles his effort to make Lydia feel utterly worshipped. He is attentive and a quick learner; any time Stiles gets even the smallest idea that he’s doing Lydia likes, he goes after it with fervor, determined to make this entire experience amazing for her.

When he finally gets his fingers involved, Stiles is gentle, clearly trying to give Lydia enough time to tell him if she doesn’t like what he’s doing. His fingers are a little rough-skinned, but his nails are short and his fingers are long, very clever and able to find the most sensitive places on Lydia’s body.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia fingers tighten in his hair as he presses into her grip, murmuring about how good he is until she just doesn't have coherent words to do so. Stiles is very clearly paying attention every little reaction she has because this is easily the best she's ever had. Her cheeks are flushed and she's breathless in the best possible way.

She cries out in pleasure when his fingers decide to join the effort. It's like someone somewhere gave him a map of her body and showed him exactly the spots that would please her most. She can't help how her hips rock against his hand and the wanton noises that spill from her lips.

"Stiles...so good...so fucking good," she moans, one hand finding her breast and teasing at her pebbled nipple.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia fingers tighten in his hair as he presses into her grip, murmuring about how good he is until she just doesn't have coherent words to do so. Stiles is very clearly paying attention every little reaction she has because this is easily the best she's ever had. Her cheeks are flushed and she's breathless in the best possible way.

She cries out in pleasure when his fingers decide to join the effort. It's like someone somewhere gave him a map of her body and showed him exactly the spots that would please her most. She can't help how her hips rock against his hand and the wanton noises that spill from her lips.

"Stiles...so good...so fucking good," she moans, one hand finding her breast and teasing at her pebbled nipple.

[volatilehearted]

If anyone were to ask Stiles to rate his own skill at giving head or eating out his partner, he would probably give himself the incredibly modest and humble rating of 12/10. He enjoys the process. He enjoys the way his partners react, and knowing that he was the one to make them feel so good.

He enjoys the look he sees in Lydia’s eyes as he gives each of her perfect breasts a long, wet kiss. He doesn’t linger there–Stiles is optimistic that he will have time for that later. Right now he just wants to keep wandering his way down her body to his stated goal.

When he finally gets there, he just takes a moment to appreciate that he’s in this place. God, even from this angle, she’s beautiful, and once again Stiles can’t quite figure out how he was so damn lucky to be paired up with someone like Lydia. He can’t hold back his pleased, eager little noise as he leans in close and begins to tease the pleasure out of Lydia with that clever tongue of his.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia can't help the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure as he kisses her breasts and works his way down her body. He takes his time and it's an absolutely glorious kind of torture. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches him. The look on his face that tells her he's fully enjoying only adds to her own pleasure. Her cheeks are flush and her whole body feels like a live wire has been set under her skin. She's so incredibly aware of his hands and his gaze and his mouth. That wonderfully talented mouth.

The little noise he makes before he leans in close makes a smile grace her face and then his tongue is on her. Her head tilts back in pleasure and she gasps at the way he teases pleasure from her. Her hand finds his hair almost immediately, needing to ground herself somehow.

"Oh god..." she breathes out as her hips roll of their own accord. "Stiles..." she murmurs, breathless already.

How had she gotten so lucky? The universe had truly blessed her with him in every way.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia can't help the soft moans and whimpers of pleasure as he kisses her breasts and works his way down her body. He takes his time and it's an absolutely glorious kind of torture. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches him. The look on his face that tells her he's fully enjoying only adds to her own pleasure. Her cheeks are flush and her whole body feels like a live wire has been set under her skin. She's so incredibly aware of his hands and his gaze and his mouth. That wonderfully talented mouth.

The little noise he makes before he leans in close makes a smile grace her face and then his tongue is on her. Her head tilts back in pleasure and she gasps at the way he teases pleasure from her. Her hand finds his hair almost immediately, needing to ground herself somehow.

"Oh god..." she breathes out as her hips roll of their own accord. "Stiles..." she murmurs, breathless already.

How had she gotten so lucky? The universe had truly blessed her with him in every way.

[volatilehearted]

The grin Stiles gives at being given permission is downright eager. He is clearly pleased with having been given the go-ahead, regardless of what other men might think of this particular activity. Stiles very obviously loves doing this.

So he wastes no time. Instead, he gives Lydia one last, lingering kiss on the mouth before he starts to trail down her body with kisses. He focuses on her midline, but Stiles is also not afraid to wander, slowly peeling her clothing aside so that he can worship her perfect skin. Discovering she is not wearing a bra is a welcome surprise.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia doesn't think she's ever seen a man so excited to go down on her before and it really only makes her more excited. Surely someone so enthusiastic is quite skilled. She returns his lingering kiss and then watches him as he kisses his way down her body. Her senses must be heightened from anticipation because she's hyperaware of every press of his lips. No simple kiss down her body has ever felt so good.

She lets him push her clothes aside and do whatever he wants. She blushes a little when he discovers she isn't wearing a bra. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle her soft pleased noises, eyes still on him.

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia doesn't think she's ever seen a man so excited to go down on her before and it really only makes her more excited. Surely someone so enthusiastic is quite skilled. She returns his lingering kiss and then watches him as he kisses his way down her body. Her senses must be heightened from anticipation because she's hyperaware of every press of his lips. No simple kiss down her body has ever felt so good.

She lets him push her clothes aside and do whatever he wants. She blushes a little when he discovers she isn't wearing a bra. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle her soft pleased noises, eyes still on him.

[volatilehearted]

Stiles goes ahead and follows Lydia onto the bed, using both arms to hold himself up over her body. His attraction to her is obvious, even when she’s in her 'comfy clothes’, taking his time to drag his eyes slowly over her entire frame. “God, Lydia, I swear. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how I could have gotten so lucky but I just need you to know, I feel – really lucky. And, if it wasn’t clear, I want you too. Any way you’ll let me have you.”

He lets his fingertips wander a little, ghosting gently over her bust and along the sweep of her body towards her hip, ultimately plucking gently at the waistband of her pajama pants. “This is gonna sound really forward, but, uh. Can I…eat you out?”

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia looks up at him from where he’s holding himself up above her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently in anticipation. She was practically tingling from want. From the anticipation of what was to come. Her cheeks go pink under his gaze, feeling how much he wants her from the look. She close her eyes for a moment before she looks back at him, “I hope you know I’m just as lucky. I feel so incredibly lucky that you’re mine. That you’re so…handsome and kind and funny,” she pauses, “and it’s very clear that you want me too.” She pushes up and kisses him gently, softly.

She sucks in a breath and her skin pebbles as his fingertips trail over her and down her body to the waistband of her pajama pants. Her eyes widen for a moment. A little surprised that that’s what he’s asking to do. Most men didn’t want to, but who was she to turn him down. She nods a subtle, “Yeah. Yes. I’d…I’d really like that…”

[alis-valot-propriis]

Lydia looks up at him from where he’s holding himself up above her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently in anticipation. She was practically tingling from want. From the anticipation of what was to come. Her cheeks go pink under his gaze, feeling how much he wants her from the look. She close her eyes for a moment before she looks back at him, “I hope you know I’m just as lucky. I feel so incredibly lucky that you’re mine. That you’re so…handsome and kind and funny,” she pauses, “and it’s very clear that you want me too.” She pushes up and kisses him gently, softly.

She sucks in a breath and her skin pebbles as his fingertips trail over her and down her body to the waistband of her pajama pants. Her eyes widen for a moment. A little surprised that that’s what he’s asking to do. Most men didn’t want to, but who was she to turn him down. She nods a subtle, “Yeah. Yes. I’d…I’d really like that…”

[volatilehearted]

If Lydia hadn’t already started moving towards the bedroom, Stiles probably would have just picked her up to take her there. He seems just as eager as she is, happy to follow along as soon as he’s beckoned. He makes no effort to pull his hand free from hers.

Instead, they enter the bedroom and Stiles closes the door behind them. He closes the space between them quickly, trying to use his larger frame to gently push her back towards the bed. There’s no footboard on the bed, so it would be so easy to just collapse into it whenever they want. Stiles leans in to steal another enthusiastic kiss before murmuring to Lydia, “Everything we might need’s in one of the end tables somewhere. No pressure, okay? We go at your pace.”

[alis-valot-propriis]

To see the same eagerness reflected in him is nice. She was eager to explore this between them. To see if this was truly what it felt like. To see if the fire she felt while kissing him continued on.

She keeps his hand in hers until they reach the bedroom. She drops his hand when he shuts the door behind them and doesn’t resist when he uses his larger body to push her back towards the bed. She makes a pleased noise into the kiss and looks up at him, “Okay,” she says nodding. She liked that he was being up front and reassuring her. “I want this…I want you, Stiles.” Lydia had very few regrets in her life and something inside her knew she wouldn’t regret this.

[alis-valot-propriis]

To see the same eagerness reflected in him is nice. She was eager to explore this between them. To see if this was truly what it felt like. To see if the fire she felt while kissing him continued on.

She keeps his hand in hers until they reach the bedroom. She drops his hand when he shuts the door behind them and doesn’t resist when he uses his larger body to push her back towards the bed. She makes a pleased noise into the kiss and looks up at him, “Okay,” she says nodding. She liked that he was being up front and reassuring her. “I want this…I want you, Stiles.” Lydia had very few regrets in her life and something inside her knew she wouldn’t regret this.