five times kissed, [for Sydney please cause we missed you and our girl ;* ]
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1. Their first kiss was reallyjust for sport. Sydney didn’t mean anything by it, Stiles was just sohilariously inept with things like girls or flirting or really any socialconstruct that she had to tease himnow and then. She doesn’t really believe he’s kissed a girl, or anyone, before.
So really, just for fun, she flashed over, just a breath betweenthem and hoovered there for a minute, listening to his frail human heart poundin his chest, before giving him a peck on the lips. “See you around,” shepurred before flashing off into the night and the wind.
2. The second time, she meant it. Sydney wasn’t used to people….caring for her. Sure, they pretended. She was beautiful and charming, and people always seemed to care to get into her pants. But none of those people knew who she really was. What she was. No one really knew her and still cared enough to stay, or see if she was alright, or anything.
But Stiles did. Sydney could feel it. She could sense in his aura his genuine compassion and concern for her to be alright and somewhere, deep inside her cold dead heart, it touched her.
Leaning in she placed a soft kiss on his lips to linger there, and gave him an equally soft, half cocked version of a smile. “I’ll be alright. But thanks.”
3. It starts with a kiss. It always does. Though she’s done it before without kissing, it’s a lot easier to go from standing to bed (or you know wherever) with kissing. And Stiles is a good kisser. Or at least he’s learned. And as they lay there together, which was usually something Sydney hated (cuddling. ew), Stiles would lean down every now and then to kiss her softly. As if he wanted to get one more in before he fell asleep. It was sweet. But then again everything about Stiles was sweet.
4. “I am not crazy!” Which isexactly what a crazy person would shout in all honesty. But Sydney wasn’tcrazy. Stiles was real! How couldpeople, his nearest and dearest, not rememberhim. Though to be fair there were a lot of explanations. Amnesia, magic, otherworldly demons. Sydney had seen a lot in her long life that could explain it,but a whole town? That was the kicker.
However, being half-dead had itsperks. Ghost Rider mojo apparently can’t erase the memories of those ‘past theveil’, as it were, so while others forget and Stiles fades away, she liked tothink that it was her persistent, crazy insistence that he was real that savedhim. And when he was back she held him and kissed him and told her to neverdisappear like that again.
5. “Do you want me to play Taps on my IPhone?” She asked sarcastically. Honestly though, she wouldn’t be surprised if Stiles wanted her too. The Jeep was gone. Finished. Deceased. It was a long day coming but, eventually, there was only so long a car could go for. Even with the magic mechanical hands of Marcus, because if he couldn’t fix it then it was really gone.
She stepped over and kissed Stiles’s temple, then his cheek, softly as she patted his hand. “I’ll give you a moment to grieve.” She told him as she walked back to her own car and waited for him to send the Jeep off to Jeepy-car-heaven in the scrap yard.