play it again

Stiles. That's all you need to know, ya dig?

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It was somewhat of a well-known fact that Stiles and Lydia couldn’t keep their hands off one another. Scott and Allison constantly teased the two for their downright obsession with the other, but Lydia didn’t care. She had never craved someone in the way she craved Stiles, and not just physically. She wanted to be close to him; wanted to hear his laugh and feel his skin on hers. It was the most fascinating feeling she’d ever experienced and, frankly, she never really wanted it to end.

Not that she’d tell him that, of course.

“Sex everywhere,” Lydia agreed, her voice low. She stepped closer to him, dancing her fingertips over his chest as she leaned up so her lips hovered at his ear. “I want you to fuck me at every single stop on this tour. We can say we’ve had incredible sex in every state. Pretty hot, right?” She laughed softly before pressing a gentle kiss just under his ear. Then, still smirking, the strawberry blonde pulled away from him entirely and turned to eye the luggage.

“This set, I think,” she informed him, gesturing towards the one she’d been looking at online. “It comes with four bags, which should be enough to fit most of my clothes. I’ll have to get something to carry my shoes, but…” Lydia shrugged, turning to peer up at him. “I can do that later. I’ll get these for now.”

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

“Sex everywhere,” he murmured in agreement. Whether or not they talked about it, sex was more like making love. Sure they could be rough and kinky but it was always making love. He bit his lip as she whispered in his ear. Damn that woman for making him instantly hard in whatever department store they were in now. 

He nodded his head dumbly as she asked him if it was hot. And then like nothing happened she was back to talking about luggage. How could she do that? Sex had happened so many times today but dammit if he didn’t want her again. He smiled and nodded his head. Four bags and a bag for shoes? This woman would kill him. That was insane. Yet he didn’t care. 

His eyes met hers and he couldn’t help but smile.

“You get whatever you need, babe. Seriously.” They walked to the checkout and he pulled out his credit card. “And don’t even say it. These are on me. You’re buying them because of me.” Stiles handed the lady the card and she rung them up. “Alright, where to next? Food, right?” he asked as he took the bags she couldn’t carry in his hands. “But first lets make a stop at the jeep...I’ll put the top up...”

[beaconlydia-blog]

The sun seemed to come out the moment he caught on to what she meant.

Lydia’s own smile could have lit up the entire department store when Stiles scooped her into his arms, her own slipping around his neck to hold him close. Maybe she wasn’t quite ready to admit just how deeply she felt for him, but she had finally reached the point where she could be happy, truly happy, with the little milestones they reached.

Or big milestones, which was kinda what this felt like.

“Yeah, because I would agree to marry you if you proposed in a department store,” Lydia quipped with a roll of her eyes. She made sure to keep her voice low, though, because she didn’t want to attract even more attention or questions. Stiles had already been recognized a couple of times throughout the day. She didn’t need anyone else prying into his personal life.

Rather than worry about that, though, the strawberry blonde refocused her attention on Stiles and his excitement. Lydia was trying to downplay her own exuberance about the whole experience, but the light in her eyes probably gave her away. “I have a few conditions,” she warned, smoothing out her now wrinkled dress. Her expression grew serious as she held up her index fingers. “I want Reese’s Pieces in stock at all times. If I’m going to be on tour with smelly boys, I need a constant supply of chocolate.” Lydia paused, holding up a second finger. “The fans don’t know about me. If you’re asked about me, I’m someone on your team. Not your girlfriend.” Finally, she held up a third finger. “We have a lot of sex. I know we’ll be on the bus most of the time, but when alone time is possible, we’re having sex.” This time, she cracked a grin as she held out a hand for him to shake. “Deal?”

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

He gave her a small pout when she said she wouldn’t agree to marry him if he proposed in a department store. Though he would never actually propose in one, it was the principle of the matter. Of course he didn't say anything. It was enough that she was going on tour with him. He didn’t need her to talk about how they haven’t even been dating long enough to think about marriage.

He would never tell her that he could see himself married to her.

At least not right now. Maybe in a year or two. Who knows? Things change all the time but one thing was for sure, he wanted her to be around for as long as possible. At this point in his life he couldn’t imagine her not being with him. And when he thought about his future there was no doubt that he was with her. 

Stiles listened to her demands and rolled his eyes playfully. “I think I can handle them. And definitely sex. Lots of sex. Like hook up  wherever we can sex.” Stiles bit his lip and nodded his head. “Yeah okay. You work for me. Not my girlfriend. That sucks a bit but I can handle it.” He took her hand and shook it. “Deal,” he said before pulling her to him to pres a kiss to her lips. “Now...what luggage are you picking?”

He suddenly knew why they had gone on such a huge shopping spree.

[beaconlydia-blog]

It had been a long day of shopping.

Stiles and Lydia had hit virtually every department store and boutique near Stanford’s campus, much to Lydia’s delight. Her car was loaded down with countless dresses, skirts, and cute tops, not to mention a few lingerie sets Stiles had been dying to see her wear. Lydia had been surprised to find Stiles didn’t complain too much about her shopping habits, although he was certainly getting a little something out of their day. They’d made out in every single dressing room she entered, and even went so far as to hook up in the Victoria’s Secret room after he saw her in a particularly sexy lingerie number.

He didn’t know it, but Lydia had a plan for their day. Everything she had purchased would serve a purpose - a new outfit for tour. It had all culminated in a visit to one particular department store, which carried a particular item Lydia really wanted to buy.

“We can stop and eat after this store,” Lydia vowed, all but dragging Stiles through the store. She walked with purpose, her heels clacking on the floor with every step she took. “I wouldn’t dare to push your stomach’s limits much further, Stiles. I know what you’re like when you’re hungry. I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy.” After flashing Stiles a little smirk, Lydia led her boyfriend past the clothing section. She ignored his quizzical look and kept walking, her hand holding firmly onto his.

Soon enough, they reached the section she’d been looking for: luggage. Lydia kept her expression void of emotion as she led him over to a set she’d found online, before dropping his hand and crossing her arms. “What do you think of these suitcases?” She asked, eyeing them carefully. “I mean, I’m going to need a new luggage set if I’m going on tour. I can’t possibly use the bags I already have…” Lydia trailed off, biting back a smile as she watched him from the corner of her eye.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Stiles was tired.

It wasn’t that shopping wasn’t for him. He liked it. Sometimes. It was just right now she was doing so much shopping that he felt like he couldn’t keep up. Though it did open his eyes for the future. If she was going to be like that then he needed to be famous. Mainly to support her habit. 

Of course there were perks. Like making out in dressing rooms. And seeing her try on all the outfit that made her look sexy as hell. And she did buy some lingerie that he liked. Totally a plus. They also got a quick hook up in when she was trying on sexy things at Victoria;s Secret. Hell yeah! He made sure not to complain but he was getting hungry,

Thankfully she told him one more place before they could eat. “Come on...I am not that bad.” Though she was probably right, he did not want to admit it. As they passed the rows of clothes Stiles sent her a questioning look. He didn’t say anything, of course, but he was really curious as to why she was skipping the clothes. Make up maybe? Or hair stuff? He wasn’t sure what was all in this store. Maybe she wanted to buy some new electronics? Though the Apple store would be better for that.

They made their way to the luggage department and he just looked around. “There nice?” And then she admitted what she was doing and the boy could only grin for a moment  before grabbing her and spinning her around in a circle. “Really? Really? Oh my gosh hell yeah!” Stiles put her down after kissing her and then bit his lip. People were looking at him and he turned to them. “Oh yeah she said yes.” They got a few congrats and Stiles looked at her, a cheeky grin on his face. “I am so excited.”

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: You might want to reconsider the title. Too long.

LYDIA: Play it for me when it's done?

STILES: You're right. How about a simple 'bros'?

STILES: You know I will, babe.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: Your bromance with Scott?

STILES: Yeah. I'm calling it 'just the two of us bromantically'

STILES: It's about you, of course.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: You're forgiven.

LYDIA: What's this one about?

STILES: Is this a trick question? You should know the answer...

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: Despite the fact my boyfriend has been busy with his band all day, no. I'm not.

STILES: Sorry babe. I'm working on a new song.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: What part of "I'll think about it" wasn't clear?

STILES: Well...are you in a grumpy pants mood?

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: I'll think about it.

STILES: Please??????????

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: You'll survive.

STILES: Can we make out in a dressing room?

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: Why wouldn't it be a good idea?

STILES: Because I tend to get all...distracted when we go shopping.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

STILES

LYDIA: I want to go shopping, and I want you to come with me.

STILES: Are you sure that's a good idea?

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Lydia

LYDIA: I was so scared you wouldn't forgive me. Needless to say, when clothes started coming off, I was surprised.

LYDIA: Okay. She'll love it.

STILES: I will always forgive you.

STILES: Score!!! Plus cookies rock.

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Lydia

STILES: Have you decided if you're coming on tour?

LYDIA: No, I haven't.

STILES: ughhhhhhhhhhh

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Lydia

STILES: I just...seeing you makes me happy.

STILES: I do. :)

LYDIA: I know.

LYDIA: Good.

STILES: Have you decided if you're coming on tour?

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Lydia

LYDIA: I know you are, Stiles. You light up when you see me.

LYDIA: You know how I feel about you.

STILES: I just...seeing you makes me happy.

STILES: I do. :)

[stiles-ofbeaconhills]

Lydia

LYDIA: I'm not "being like" anything.

LYDIA: I'm fine.

STILES: I'm crazy about you.