Prompt request for @pythiaspeaks (#18 on this list!):
“Literally everything about this is illegal!”
"That's never stopped us before," Lydia huffed, fiddling with the lock of the storage unit. She was picking at the mechanism with two bobby pins she'd just pulled out of her hair, letting one section of red curls spill down the side of her face. "Now's not the time to grow a conscience, Stiles!"
Stiles paced back and forth, rubbing his face with both hands, the way he did when he was nervous, anxious, or scared, which was about 70% of the time.
"Don't just stand there stressing out!" she scolded, not even bothering to look away from the lock.
His jaw flapped open, like it so often did whenever he was around Lydia. She always seemed to know what he was doing, and that had nothing to do with being a banshee and everything with being exactly who she was. "How did you know I'm-"
"Stiles!" She cocked her head to the side, just enough to shoot him a pointed glare.
He sighed and slumped into a crouch beside her, giving up. "I can't even really do anything while you're..." he trailed off, twitching his fingers in mid-air.
Feeling a bit exasperated, Lydia closed her eyes, telling herself that now really wasn't the time to tell him to stop being so... so Stiles. Thankfully, he picked up on her frustration, stood back up, and said, "Okay, okay, you do what you're doing and I'll..." he looked around, pacing, "I'll keep watch."
"Thank you, Stiles," she clipped back in her sing-songy way, attention already back on the lock.
She thought he'd gone already, but she was surprised when he was suddenly kissing her cheek. "Thank you," he said. "You're wonderful."
She gave him a close-lipped grin. "I know," she shrugged with self-assurance, and quickly kissed his cheek back. He looked at her with his puppy-dog, idealist's eyes, and she bit her lip before snapping back into reality. "Go! We have to get in here and I'm not getting caught... again. There's only so many times we can lie to local law enforcement."
He started to say something, but she stopped him before he could get started with that wide-eyed glare she liked to give when she was done having a conversation and he was already supposed to be on to the next thing.
"Okay, okay!" He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Whatever you say. I'll uh," he ran his hand through his hair, "I'll be over here."
This time, she waited for his footsteps to fade into the distance before returning to the lock, smiling to herself.