I Dare You

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One Month, 16 Days

Third Person P.O.V.

Ever since that day, Lydia has nonstop been nice to Stiles, but she has her limits. She's only nice to him when no one was nearby, but when Stiles and Lydia are alone is a different story. Lydia had asked Stiles for a redo on the date at the Coffee Shop since the last one didn't go well, and the date went well, actually it went better. Stiles and Lydia talked the whole entire time that they totally forgot what time it was. Lydia called Stiles over multiple times, always having a lame excuse for him to come over like I don't know how to do the math homework, or can you help me move something? But Stiles couldn't care less on what Lydia's excuse was, because he always loved spending more time with her. It always made his day better just seeing her smile and laugh. Today was no different, Lydia had called over Stiles because she apparently needed help babysitting Prada, her dog.

So Stiles came over as fast as he could. But not before looking good. Stiles changed into a black flannel long sleeve, Levi khakis, and black vans. Of course anyone new to Beacon Hills would have thought he's that hot guy stereotype, but the thing was, Stiles didn't care about fashion. Well that was all before Lydia and Stiles started to date. Stiles wanted to change his sense of fashion to impress Lydia, but what he didn't know was he was already impressing her with his kindness, chivalry, and humor. The fashion was just a bonus for Lydia.

As soon as Stiles reached Lydia's house, he knocked on the door, while making sure his hair looked good.

When Lydia heard a knock on the door, she also found herself looking in the mirror, making sure she also looked good. But while patting down her hair Lydia found herself wondering why she was doing this. "Lydia Martin does not have to work hard to impress just some guy." She thought to herself. But little did she know, that in the back of her head she wanted to look good for Stiles.

Lydia went down the stairs, and slowed down her pace midway down the stairs. It was unlike of Lydia to be so eager for just some guy. So for the rest of the way, Lydia walked to the door. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes went wide in surprise. The world/time went slower than usual. Stiles was looking to his left, trying to fix his hair, which looked sexier than usual. He turned his head, and looked at Lydia. The sun managed to make the scene more sexier to Lydia. It's rays made Stiles skin shine, like a god. His eyes made Lydia's stomach churn, his smile made Lydia just melt on the spot. It's as if this person in front of her wasn't Stiles, because if this was Stiles, Lydia wouldn't have needed a dare to date him.

To Stiles, he was also stunned once he saw Lydia. She looked beautiful like usual, but she always managed to make his jaw drop. Stiles loved this feeling, even thought the feeling is indescribable, the feeling itself felt good.

Once both stop staring at one another, Lydia led Stiles upstairs, while giving herself a mini pep talk in her mind. "Lydia, you can not be feeling this way. This is Stiles were talking about, geeky, weird- brave, soft hair, and luscious eye- Lydia stop it. You just like him as a friend, nothing more or less." But Lydia knew well enough that those words were just a lie. She couldn't help but want to undress Stiles and the image of Stiles with no clothes brought a blush on to Lydia's cheeks.

Lydia went to her bedroom, and sat on her bed, leaning back on to her headboard, while Stiles did the same. There was a sound of barking on Stiles' side of bed. Lydia was about to go over, and pick up Prada, but Stiles beat her to it. He placed her gently on his lap, and started to pat her. The little action caused Lydia to melt again. The site was so adorable, here was Stiles taking care of the most important and precious thing to her. And Prada seem to have a liking into Stiles, because she stayed calm and relaxed, something she never is.

But Lydia had enough, she kept on feeling this weird tingling feeling in her stomach. And a obedient Prada + a sexy/hot Stiles only led to one thing, a crazy Lydia. Because the site only made Lydia want to throw Prada in the hallway, and pounce on Stiles and fiercely make out with him.

Lydia was close to her edge. But managed to keep herself calm.

To Stiles, it looked like Lydia was about to break down at any minute, and it made him worried. He grabbed her hand, and rubbed her skin with his thumb. "Are you okay Lydia?" Lydia looked down at Stiles's hand touching hers, and it just sent tingles to the rest of her arm. She looked into Stiles' eyes, and everything inside her couldn't stop it anymore. She grabbed Prada and threw her into the hallway, silently sending her a sorry, and locked the door. Lydia then went on to the bed, and sat on to Stiles' lap, earning a soft moan from Stiles, which caused Lydia to get turned on more. She immediately slammed her lips against his, and the touch sent fireworks everywhere. Lydia's mind went hazy, she could only focus on the feeling of her and Stiles' lips together. Stiles was honestly surprised at how Lydia just kissed him out of nowhere. But started to kiss back. Stiles cupped Lydia's cheek with one hand to deepen the kiss, and let the other hand on her back.

This felt like a dream lived in reality, and none of them wanted to stop.