Anyone But Her

Difficult Decisions

Stiles grabbed her hand gently as she led him upstairs, her long hair flowing behind her elegantly as she guided him. They reached his bedroom door and she swiftly turned, playfully pushing his shoulders so he was leaning back against his door. She looked up at him with her bright green eyes, her full lips looking too good not to kiss. He smiled, his knees growing weaker at just the thought of her. Lydia reached forward, stretching on her tippy toes as tall as she could to plant a heavy kiss on his lips. He melted into her as she leaned into him, bringing his arms around her waist to ground her.

She was pure fire and he was taken in by her every move, but for her, he'd happily burn. His mind went fuzzy as he quickly came to his senses. He broke away from the kiss slowly, despite his body not wanting to. She looked at him with hungry eyes as she reached up again to plant another kiss but he stopped her. "Wait Lydia, what about Jackson he's going to find out if you stay here too long! We have to be careful." Stiles warned sadly, as he held her face, pushing some of her fiery hair behind her ears gently. Lydia never once lowered her gaze, her eyes were locked on his as she spoke. She titled her head in confusion. "What do you mean? Of course Jackson knows, we're together now, we can do what we like." She spoke calmly but contently as she turned her face slightly, kissing the palm of his hand that cupped her face.

Stiles' eyes widened in shock. "W-What?! Really? So you're mine? Only mine? and we can be together without all this sneaking around?" Stiles lit up in excitement as he tightened his grip on her waist, not ever wanting to let go. "All yours Stilinski." Lydia replied smoothly with a light smile before their lips met once more. It felt like the happiest day of Stiles life and he couldn't feel more at peace. Stiles slowly backed through his door pulling her in with him, never once breaking the kiss as the door closed behind them.

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Stiles jolted awake. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat covered his entire body. He sat up slowly, careful not to awake Zoe who was sleeping next to him. Oh god it was just a dream. He placed his hands over his face in frustration. Why was he still thinking about her? Still wanting her? He couldn't let her go. He had a perfectly gorgeous girlfriend in his bed and yet he was dreaming about Lydia. And god was it a good dream. Oh shit. He quickly unveiled his legs from the covers to find that his boxers were damper than usual. He sighed heavily before slowly and quietly hoping out of bed to change them. God he was an absolute mess. He had a wet dream about her, about Lydia. What was wrong with him?

He ripped off his sweaty t-shirt so only his now new clean boxers were on him. He couldn't get back to sleep not like this. He pushed his hands through his messy hair making it look worse, before creeping across his floor and heading downstairs. He headed straight for the kitchen, his mouth was dry and his mind was awake. Flicking the light on burned his sleepy eyes and he rubbed them slightly, before making his way towards the fridge. He opened it and pulled out the milk, taking a cold swig of it before taking a breath. The coldness of it relaxing him a bit more. He was just putting it away before the kitchen door opened once more and someone entered the room. It was Lydia.

He froze on his tracks. Holy shit. Despite her sleepy appearance she still looked like a goddess. She stopped too upon spotting him, her eyes suddenly became wider and the air became thick with tension between the two. Stiles suddenly started to feel exposed in just his boxers and he recalled back to the last time she'd caught him like this. He instinctively placed his hand over his dick, like it made a difference. Lydia was starting to freeze in just her cotton shorts and a tank top as she pulled it down slightly in embarrassment. It was so awkward. He knew she couldn't possibly know but he still felt like she knew that he'd just had a sex dream about her or that he'd been having them frequently the last couple of nights now.