Every Mile, A Memory

Chapter Four

"Did I do something to upset you?" He asks a little defeated.

Well shit, maybe he did notice.

"I just can't help but think that you're avoiding me." He adds as he twists his fingers together in his lap. "And if I've upset you somehow, you have to know I didn't do it intentionally."

Lydia couldn't speak, so Stiles continued.

"I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out if I said or did something, because it kills me to think I've insulted or offended you at all."

In a bold move he took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. Lydia's heart rate picked up and she wasn't sure if she was breathing or not. She lowered her gaze to where their hands were joined and felt a shiver run through her body. The feel of his hand engulfing hers gave her goose bumps. It felt right. Like they fit together. Lydia shook herself internally. She looked back up to his eyes and they were pleading with her for an answer. What was the question again?

She felt her mouth open and close, but no words were coming out. Just as she found the right words they were swallowed up by Stiles' mouth. Full, slightly chapped, kissable lips. Lips that she had been dreaming about since that first night. After the initial shock, she let her eyes flutter closed and just enjoyed the moment. It wasn't a long kiss and just as quickly as it happened, Stiles was gently pulling away. Lydia couldn't bring herself to open her eyes in case it was all a dream.

When she finally found the courage to open them she was staring straight into his eyes. Eyes that had a soft crinkle around them caused by the gentle smile he was wearing.

"Sorry....I....God....I've wanted to do that since that first day on the balcony...." He ran his hands through his hair. "It's just....you know....Oomph...."

He didn't get to finish the rest of his words as Lydia joined their lips again. This time Stiles' left hand grabs her waist and Lydia moans into the kiss at the touch. He pulls her close and she takes the chance to wrap her arms around his neck and run her fingers through his hair. The kiss is scorching and is sending fire to every extremity of Lydia's body. When his hands skim across a sliver of skin under her top, she is pretty sure she is about to explode.

They part for no other reason than to breathe, but they don't pull too far away. With their foreheads touching and their mouths so close, they're breathing in the same air. After a few beats and a brief intake of oxygen, they're back at it. Stiles cups her face with his big hands as he deepens the kiss. When his tongue licks the seam of her mouth, she loses all ability to think. Fireworks. That's the image behind her eyes as she grasps the front of his shirt and let's him explore.

When they breakaway again Lydia whispers his name against his lips. He hums against her mouth as he tries to join their lips again. She holds on tight to his shirt and pushes back a little from him. When he opens his eyes all Lydia can see is confusion. She smiles softly at him to let him know nothing is wrong. She untangles herself from his arms and gets up. She holds out her hand to him. He wastes no time in taking it and falling in step beside her as they head back inside.

"You didn't you know." She says as she stops in front of the doors.

He just looks at her confused.

"Do anything wrong, I mean."

She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips before leading them back inside to their friends.

~

Lydia woke to her phone alarm going off. Today they were flying to Paris. Right now though she just wanted five more minutes in bed. As she went to roll over, a firm hand held her tight against the body lying behind her. A very naked body behind her. She smiles to herself as she remembers the events of the night before. A night that started off with innocent kisses and barely there touches, that ended with the two of them now naked in her bed.