Not a Valentine's date

Chapter 13

She's looking at his lips so intensely that Stiles licks them involuntarily. He notices her breath catch in her throat and he knows something is going on, he can feel it, like he's pulling her in and he doesn't even know how or why. She's getting so close that if Stiles didn't know better, he'd say she's about to make a move. "Lydia?"

She shortens the distance between them and gets on her tiptoes with deliberate moves to kiss him. Her lips move against his so softly and slowly that she stops breathing; she has never kissed anyone like that before. Aside from him, that is, in the locker room. It's not urgent like the night before, but the need, that burning feeling, is similar. The same way Stiles felt like he had to kiss her, Lydia has to kiss him. It's so simple that Lydia sees it as logical. When they part, her uneasiness is gone and he can't feel it anymore either.

Stiles blushes slightly, smiling down at Lydia, amusement all across his features. "Feeling better?"

He does get her. No one has ever understood Lydia like Stiles does, but then again it might be the tether. She licks her lips. "Yes, I think so," she murmurs, smiling shyly. "Sorry. I don't know why I did that." They both do. That damned tether is not giving them much of a choice.

She's looking up at him with rosy cheeks and her eyes are speaking to him more than they ever did. She's still so close that he would only need to lean down. Stiles has to change the subject or he'll end up kissing her again and now he can't use their restlessness as an excuse. "We should get going."

At his remark, Lydia assumes she shouldn't have done it and steps away from him promptly, looking down at the ground nervous and tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm really sorry, Stiles."

"Hey, it's okay." He lifts her chin up and, at his touch, the current is there again and he really, really wants to do something about it. He knows Lydia can sense it too; there's that look in her eyes again. Stiles takes his hand back. "Okay, maybe no more touching."

Stiles rubs the back of his neck and Lydia huffs silently, frustrated. She takes another step back. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Let's just go." She smiles trying to dissipate the tension but unintentionally holds out her hand to find his, only to start walking away from him right after, embarrassed. No touching, no touching, she has to remind herself. As for Stiles, he almost places his hand on her lower back when they're walking down the stairs before physically having to restrain himself not to.

Yeah, it's not going to be easy.