It's Been A While || Jydia || SP
Lydia reluctantly removed her face from nuzzling the warm side of Jacksonās neck, brushing parted lips against the taught jugular in order to look at the manās face. To see the jet lagged blue eyes looking down at her, to seeĀ her Jackson in grasp.Ā
"Well, you know how much I hate surprises, Whittemore." The redhead stated with a light joking tone in her whispered voice. She missed this.Ā
She missed the way her body felt pressed up against him, even in the most minimal way. How her voice was filled more confidence and love than it ever was spoken to anyone else. Or how the sweet tasting venom of his lips paralyzed her heart from the fluttering of butterflies.Ā
So, the banshee slid her hand from resting upon the back of Jacksonās nape to interlock their fingers, pulling him inside the doorway and pushing him against the door to close it. Firmly pressing their bodies together with a brush of lips.Ā
"You arenāt leaving again, right?" Lydia asked with a hint of doubt.
Jackson was glad she still had that familiar spark of mischief in her, that ability to gracefully sweep someone along with her no matter the circumstance. He wanted to be as close to her as he possibly could be. It was no accident that he came back to Beacon Hills: Lydia was his main drive.
"No," he answered wanting to paste their lips together now more than ever. "Not this time." Or ever againĀ he thought.
And he really was being honest. Being in Londonā and away from Lydia āwas bittersweet. It gave him time to adjust to his new station in the supernatural operation and some time to think about how he could make amends to the people who pulled out the most in himā most importantly, Lydia. But, it wasnāt as glorious as people made it out to be.
The popular sights werenāt something to behold without someone there, the usual kick out of being snarky didnāt pay off without someone to do it with him. He couldnāt tease Stiles or jerk at Scottās strings, he couldnāt joke about Isaacās freakish family issues (also one of the things he needed to apologize for) or hold Lydia as close as he wanted.











