His hand hesitated over the wood of her door, afraid to knock, afraid to see her. They hadn't said goodnight after Isaac left, she hadn't even left her room. And shit he was terrified. Shakily, he lowered his fist before sauntering to the kitchen, deciding to let her sleep.
When she did wake, Lydia was hesitant to leave the safety of her bed. But they had classes today so there was absolutely no avoiding it. Stumbling out of her bedroom after pulling on some jeans and a light jacket over the shirt she'd slept in, nothing seemed out of the normal yet it was completely different. Her feet automatically dragged her to the kitchen and the peaceful hums of a deep voice.
"Bout time. I cut you up some strawberries, class starts in a couple of minutes." Stiles pops a slice of strawberry in his mouth, not even glancing up at her as he throws her the bag of fruit.
"Thank you." She smiles. This time he does look up at her, a smile of his own on his face as he passes another strawberry across his lips and into his mouth. Stiles shrugs, throwing the cutting board in the sink before wiping his hands on his jeans. And where did their relationship stand? Neither of them really knew.
"Shit. Come on, Lyds. We're gonna be late." He brushes by her to grab his stuff. Since when did he care about being late. Since when did they walk to class together? So many questions ran through her mind but the only thing that came out was: "I like it when you call me that."
He slips on the rest of his shoe and chuckles. "What? Shit?" Lydia lightly smacks him upside the head as he laughs. He took a mental note to call her 'Lyds' more often.
They walk out of the apartment side by side, Stiles with his hands in his pockets while Lydia held onto her books. She spoke while he listened with his whiskey eyes boring into her skin. How desperately he wanted to hold her again and at this point he'd give his life just to do so.
During class they were all too aware of how often they'd stare at each other, even meeting eyes sometimes. Stiles would smile and chuckle quietly when she would catch him looking. She'd grin back, resting her chin lazily on her arm as Professor Hale droned on about something completely unimportant at the moment. The sun was a dim glow through the windows this morning and in that lighting Stiles found her to be almost too beautiful.
As class was being dismissed, he grabbed onto Lydia's arm and she jumped at the contact.
"You wanna just..go home?" He hesitates slightly upon asking but she nods. Saying their goodbyes to Derek he smiles, knowing the two love struck teens were just on their way. Lydia was once again the one talking, Stiles listening to every word out of her mouth. She went on about how homework for her math class or how Hale's theory on pack mentality was completely off. Stiles couldn't help but get lost at how goddamn gorgeous she was and somehow they were back at the apartments.
Shit, were they even going to talk about last night? A chuckle escapes Lydia as she mutters about how she can't find the right key. Biting his bottom lip with a small smirk he stands right behind her, his breath making some of her hair fly slightly. Stiles reaches around and grabs the right key, easily unlocking the door as Lydia turns around.
"Thanks." She speaks quietly. It takes only a few seconds for both of his hands to cup her cheeks as he envelopes them in a kiss.
The door closes soundlessly behind them, the keys getting thrown to the ground along with Lydia's books. Somehow they ended up where they'd been before; in the kitchen. Stiles leaned against the counter, Lydia standing between his legs with a toothy grin. Her palms moved along the material of his shirt from his chest and up to his shoulders. A quick kiss to his jaw, then another to his lips and he hums. Short kisses were something he had never really experienced but now they almost seemed better than the longer ones. Lydia chuckles at the sound escaping his throat, taking a deep breath through her nose before pressing their lips together again. He smiles, hand flocking to her waist to pull the girl closer and he gives a soft moan. The thought quickly changed in his mind; long kisses were always better.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" He asks immediately upon separating. She leans her forehead against his, their noses brushing and their bodies swaying back and forth slightly.
"How long have you been waiting to ask me that?" Lydia brings a hand up and starts to play with the longer bits of his hair.
"Too long." He takes a curl of strawberry blonde and twirls it between his fingers. A laugh escapes him. "When the hell did we decide to do whatever we're doing?"
Lydia wanted to say the words, to ask him if this was the begin in of a relationship but she was afraid it would scare him off. Instead she doesn't answer, placing a small kiss at the corner of his lips before sauntering away to leave him in awe. Goddamn this girl had him wrapped around her finger. And there was no escape.
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Authors note:
Shortish chapter but whatevs. I walk out of my room and my Dad and his girlfriend are watching a movie and Ryan Kelley came up on the screen. I screamed bloody murder before rapidly explaining who he was and in return all I got were eye rolls.
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-Chloe
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