“Oh, man you have no idea…” Stiles groaned.
His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him… His hands flattened against her back...
“I’m addicted to her, I swear…” He murmured to his hands, as he was rubbing his tired eyes.
Scott put the mug in front of him with mischievous smile.
“So… Did you do it?!” He chuckled. “Cuz if you did, man, you two are quiet!..”
Stiles shot him a look through his fingers, memories of last night bursting into his mind.
He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...
“Scott, a lady will never tell!” Stiles grinned teasingly, taking a sip of his coffee.
“That’s why I’m asking you, idiot.”
Stiles groaned again, provoking a laughter out of Scott. Stiles had been groaning and whining all morning.
He dipped her low and kissed her fiercely, as if he was angry, and each time his lips left hers, even just for half a second, the most parching thirst ran through her.
“No, Scotty, we didn’t do it.”
Scott’s face dropped, but Stiles just smirked in response. He looked at his best friend with a smile. Scott was standing with a cup in his hand, his hair as messy as Stiles’, a few light scratches were seeable on his tan body and his face expression was so comical, Stiles broke a giggle.
His friend eyed him suspiciously.
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
“No, I’d like to do that with her, buddy.”
“Stiles! You…” He stuttered, watching his friend up and down. “You seriously didn’t have sex? I thought that was all you wanted.”
Stiles looked at him, his sneer changing to dumbfounded and annoyed.
“That’s not all I wanted, asshole. I’m not an animal.”
“You’re literally a whore, Stiles.”
“Oh, shut up, wouldn’t you?!” Stiles threw a napkin at him, but it landed right in front of him, due to it’s lightness.
Scott laughed, making his already puffed eyes turn into two twin lines.
“Hey, guess who I am!” He mocked, taking a piece of paper and throwing it in front of him, with fake anger.
Stiles rolled his eyes and took another sip. He had to shower immediately. Or anything, to take his mind off her lips and her flat stomach, when her shirt rolled up a little, revealing her smooth skin, as she arched her back up, trying to get closer to him…
Fuck, he thought, trying to pull himself together.
“Hey?!” Scott snapped his fingers in front of him, sitting in front of him, at the other side of their kitchen table.
Raven haired guy stared at his best friend for a moment, then started answering his silent question.
“I don’t know, it wasn’t out of nowhere. It was…okay, I mean I she wasn’t in the middle of… stopping an orgasm or something.” He rolled his eyes again. “We kinda…stopped for a minute, and she told me she didn’t want to rush it. And I actually agreed, it’s all good. She has every right to say stop, or to say no. It’s not just her body I’m crazy about, dig it? I actually… Want to listen to her talk and babble and explain her crazy mathematical theories…” He lowered his voice and put his chin in his palm, soft smile playing on his lips, its warmth reaching his brown eyes.
Scott listened to him in awe, nodding. Half smile tugged on his lips and he shook his head.
“Damn it. Wow, my best friend is finally feeling something. That’s… new.”
“Piss off!”
“No, you know what I mean. I’ve never seen you like this. I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard you talk about a girl in a good way… well, before sex. Jesus, man, what did she do with you?”
Stiles looked at his best friend for a moment.
“You sound like I’m emotionally damaged.”
Scott tilted his head to both sides, indicating that he was partly saying that. Stiles gave him a look.
“Go scratch with your kitty, and stay out of my business, puppy.”
With that he closed his eyes, drowning himself in his own thoughts. He heard Scott stumble upstairs in a minute.
Her hands draped around his neck, and he rested his forehead against her. She pulled off and looked at him. She felt his breath on her lips, like a shadow. Their lips were so close, but still not touching. Like he was protecting hers with his own. She brushed her nose up and down his cheek, testing his body heat, examining every detail of his face. He pressed his lips to her cheek, and he didn’t broke the contact, he let it slowly slide down, and then he stopped on the corner of her lips. He kissed that place one time, then their lips were on the same level again. Lydia left out a shaky breath, that remained on his lips, and now they were less than millimeters apart.
“Boo!”
Her scent reached him quicker than her voice. Trail of flowers and perfume or whatever that was, so sweet that made his stomach curl, got to him and he opened his eyes, sitting up so he could see her.
Her golden hair was tousled and wet, as she was just fresh from the shower. She was smiling shyly at him, but this time her smile had a new color. It was a little sexier and more honest, that got Stiles wondering how the hell it was manageable for perfection to look more perfect. Her comfy clothes looked so unnecessary he had to stop himself from peeling them off.
“Morning, Bambi.” He purred.
“Mhm.” She humbled in response, still grinning at him and she stepped closer to where he was sitting. Their faces were at the same level and Stiles insides started jumping up and down, as his eyes got a shade darker.
They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Lydia's eager in every breath she took and every move she made. She might not was leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.
“We’re having people over. In the evening.” She stated in a sweet voice, her eyes dropping to his pink lips.
“Okay.” He said, sliding one hand around her waist, pulling her close.
“I invited Isaac and Erica and some people from my classes.”
“Okay,” he mumbled again, tugging at her waist so that now she was standing between his legs, as he was still sitting on the bar chair.
“Maybe I’ll invite Jackson too…” She pretended to think. When he immediately pulled away Lydia smirked and bit her lip.
His hazel eyes got even darker, or maybe she was just imagining, but Lydia saw his lust mix up with anger in a second.
“Yeah, if you want someone to visit the hospital.”
She laughed at that and touched his cheek with a palm. He calmed down immediately, looking at her with sparkling eyes. His hands slid a little lower than her waist and she recognized mischief growing in his look. Just when he was about to capture her lips she leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows.
“But he does have cute cheekbones…”
“Lydia, do you want me to hurt him?!”
xxx
Stiles and Lydia looked around the apartment, and he tried to ignore the way her fingertips touched his in the dim light, as they watched their friends having fun.
Isaac was getting high on their couch with Allison, while Scott was in a dance battle with Boyd in the middle of the room. The apartment was filled with smoke and music, light was barely in the room, which made perfect corners for dark deeds and locked up wishes.
“We need glasses,” Lydia said to Stiles, walking to the kitchen.
“Maybe you need glasses, I can see just perfectly.” He sniggered, following her closely.
She turned away and he crashed into her, but she tried not to seem so affected, and she covered it with laughter at his stupid joke.
“Aw! I have a crush on a nine year old!” Girl winked at him.
Stiles stood dead in his tracks, after hearing her words.
Bambi has a crush on me. And she said it.
Without saying anything he grabbed her arm before she could reach the shelf and turned her around fiercely, then, out of the blue, he rapidly pressed his lips to hers.
His kiss was stern, desperate, and slow, drugging. A shudder passed through Lydia, warming her body from the inside out. She felt all her defenses dissolved. They started making out again and she let Stiles slip his hand inside her top, on her bare back. This time, when he kissed her, something inside her awoke and a shudder warmed her skin. Their kisses got more passionate and hotter.
When they kissed she immediately felt his tongue, tensed and strong, pushing past her teeth, like some bully shouldering his way into a room. Girl was shocked at how eagerly her body responded. His arm went around her waist, pulling her to him further, and his other hand slid up the back of her neck, getting entangled in her hair. He took his lips away from her mouth, gently trailing kisses down to her neck. Lydia tipped her head back, gasping when the intensity returned to her mouth. There was an animalistic quality that sent shock waves through the rest of their bodies.
“Jesus Christ.” They heard a disgusted voice behind them and they pulled away with a pop. Still wrapped around each other they eyed the person in the kitchen. Lydia wasn’t sure if that was because she felt dizzy and disoriented, or she really didn’t recognize the person in the room.
“Who let you out of the kindergarten?” Stiles growled playfully at their marplot.
Lydia blinked a few times, then licked her lips, finally getting a good vision of a girl in front of them.
She was short, probably just as short as Lydia. Girl had cute black hair that cupped her childish face. She was definitely Korean, and before Lydia could react, girl spoke again, grabbing a pack of chips off the table, not showing any discomfort, as she had just interrupted a heated make out.
“What were you girls doing?” She teased and winked at Stiles.
“Talking.” Lydia responded just as friskily.
“Well you have to be deaf as post if you need to talk in such a close proximity.”
Stiles laughed at that, but Lydia could still sense traces of annoyance in his eyes.
“Introduce us.” Girl ordered Stiles happily.
Stiles shot an apologetic smile to Lydia and stepped away from her, dropping his hands from her waist. Lydia awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair, that she knew perfectly, were as mess as her hormones were.
“Lydia, this is Kira. Kira, Lydia.”
“Mmm,” Kira beamed, shaking Lydia’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Scott told me about you, you know.”
At that, Stiles rushed over to her and stood behind her, covering her mouth with his hand.
Lydia started laughing at that.
“Ew!” He exclaimed, flaking his hand away. “Control your tongue, would you?”
“That’s what she said.” Kira responded with a smirk.
Lydia walked over to both of them and pointed her finger at Kira.
“I like you. I’m gonna keep you.” Both girls chuckled and Stiles rolled his eyes, laughing.
“Well thank you, Lydia, I like you too. Scott said you’re finally bringing him down a peg. Thank God, it was about time.”
“How do you two know each other anyway?” Lydia giggled.
“He’s my little sister.” Kira smiled affectionately at him and he shook his head.
“Have you been taking pot from Isaac again?” He turned to Lydia, she was eyeing him curiously, curving her puckery lips into a smile. “Meaning that she was Scott’s first girlfriend back in fifth grade, and she kinda stayed around.”
“Agh!” Kira cried loudly. “Excuse me? I believe it, it was you who couldn’t stop following me around, just because you were too lazy, well, or stupid, to do your bio homework on your own.”
Strawberry blonde laughed heartedly, liking this girl’s comical way to put Stiles in his place.
Guy walked over to her and wrapped her around the middle.
“Ts, ts.. the lies, Kira.” Stiles beamed at his friend in front of him. “You’re gonna burn my brain out one day with them.”
Kira shrugged.
“For that, one should have to have at least… some brain. So you don’t worry about it.” Before Stiles could backfire, she grabbed Lydia’s hand and led her out of the kitchen.
“You dance, Lydia?”
xxx
Stiles, Scott and Isaac watched in awe, as Lydia and Kira danced together. Allison was asleep on Isaac’s shoulder, and other people sat in corners, laughing and talking, music abusing their hearing.
Kira and Lydia swayed and jumped to the music, laughing and talking all the way through. They were both very well aware on how it would affect the boys, but that was what made it so much fun. Their hands were in the air, when Stiles finally got up and went to Lydia.
“Oh. My. God.” He begged to her ear. His voice was low and husky.
Lydia smiled with a tipsy smile, even though she was completely sober. She took five dollars out of her jeans pocket and handed them to Kira, who laughed joyfully.
“Ten minutes it is.” She said.
A wicked curve appeared on Stiles’ lips.
“I was just thinking now was as good time as any to acknowledge the fact that you’re perfect and it wouldn’t suck if you fell madly in love with me anytime soon.” He whispered to her lips, as she was already facing him.
Suddenly he felt the girl tense and smile left her face. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out and she just stared at him for a moment, before freeing herself from his grip.
“Excuse me for a minute…” She muttered walking past him and straight upstairs.
Stiles cursed under his breath.
“Lydia? Lydia!”
He followed her upstairs and caught her hand to stop her in the middle of the hall. She didn’t turn at him at first, so he walked around her and looked her in the eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
Girl let out a frustrated sigh.
“Madly in love with you?!”
Stiles stared back at her in confusion, not understanding what was it that he said that made her so worked up.
“You think sleeping with you is okay to…put off, but love references are just fine?!” She let her temper get the best of her.
The guy in front of her still stood there without saying anything, not completely understanding why she was mad. He threw his hands in the air spastically and she sighed.
“Stiles, I’m not ready to… God, Stiles! I’m not ready to sleep with you, I was barely ready to kiss you, and now you talk about falling in love with you!” She stomped her foot angrily and he would’ve found it adorable if he wasn’t getting equally as angry.
“Jesus, Lydia, it was a figure of speech!”
“You know very well that it wasn’t, Stiles.”
“What are you so afraid of?!”
“Stiles!” She yelled and he stopped saying whatever it was he was beginning to say. “Last time I jumped into things, the guy left me to go to fucking Afganistan, and he didn’t think it was a big deal because he didn’t think we knew each other that well for the fact to matter anyway! So excuse me for wanting to slow down!”
He shook his head crossly.
“You have to be heading somewhere before you can slow down, Lydia!”
“Don’t say that! It just… You’re too much too soon, Stiles!”
“Oh would you just stop looking for problems between us?! When are you going to see that we are good, very good together? I know that I’m a fuck up, but there is no way I would screw up this!” He motioned at the space between them.
Lydia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looked at him from under lashes, but was taken aback by his angry eyes.
“I’m not… I can’t stop what I’m feeling! It is impossible!” He continued. “Just stop making up shit as an excuse not to be with me!”
“Stiles, that’s not what I’m saying…”
“Yeah you basically are. First it was that I was screwing everyone around me, then you couldn’t even tell me what you were feeling, now you’re saying that we need to slow down when all we’ve done was make out, for the love of God!”
“You know very well that’s not what I meant. You told me it would be a good idea to fall in... fall freaking in love with you!”
“Jesus, why do you always do this?” He suddenly spoke in calmer voice and unexpected sadness appeared on his face.
“Do what?”
“You give me these signs and feelings and then you leave me. You leave me to dry.”
“Stiles…”
He stepped closer, bringing his hands to her face. Very gently raven haired boy caressed her cheeks and exhaled. They both closed their eyes at the same time and he leaned her forehead against hers.
“I may be a douchebag, and hot tempered and a… dick, but I’m not that ass-wipe Parrish. He has no idea what he’s done leaving you. I’m not him okay? I’m not leaving you, I won’t leave you. Even though you’re constantly leaving me…” He ended in a whisper.
