Off Limits

Chapter 8 - Sexual Urges

It had been a nearly a week since Stiles and Lydia had last spoke to each other, nearly a week since they had last argued and nearly a week since he had first noticed how green her eyes really were up close. He'd tried his best to stay away from her since their last run in, he knew that he'd promised Scott that he'd be nice to her but winding her up seemed way too fun, and almost guaranteed every time they spoke so instead, he opted for avoidance. Just like he did with most of his problems. However, saying it was one thing and actually doing it, was a lot harder than he first thought.

It was a Saturday night and as usual Stiles had no plans, which came as no surprise to him, his life was about as mundane as it got, so he had asked Scott if he could stay over. Of course the excitable puppy had agreed as he bounced around with joy when he stepped through the door. He began explaining badly, as he struggled to get words out, that he had bought a new game for them both to play. Scott quickly set them up some beers and some snacks as they sat down to play, explaining modestly how the girl who sold him the game had flirted with him shamelessly. Scott blushed slightly as he described the girl as 'cute' and 'innocent' looking, but at the same time feisty, as she had sleek black hair that was tied in pigtails on each side of her head and looked approximately 5ft. Despite his obvious surprise at being flirted with, he further explained that it didn't matter as in his eyes, no girl ever compared to Allison. Stiles smiled widely at him as he recalled the story but kept flicking his eyes to the stairs like he expected Lydia to come bounding down the stairs at any moment, but she didn't. In fact, she didn't come downstairs all night, even when Scott was shouting up to her asking her what she wanted to eat but she told him she wasn't hungry.

After they ate and a few bitter beers later, Stiles quickly decided that he needed the toilet. He headed up the wooden staircase carefully, quickly hearing the light hum of a Taylor Swift song wafting from Lydia's room as he reached the top of the stairs. As he walked past slowly, quickly noticing that her door was ajar slightly, and he soon caught a glance of Lydia walking near her bed as she sang quietly along to the song. Her long strawberry blonde curls were tucked up in a messy bun and they bounced slightly as she moved her head to the beat. Stiles stopped dead in his tracks as he watched her move around her room gracefully as she tidied up bits and bobs before laying out some clothes on her bed. He seemed almost fascinated by her as he watched her move, he swallowed thickly as he noticed that she was just wearing an oversized black t-shirt with what looked like nothing underneath. The light fabric swayed around her thighs almost teasingly as she walked, her pale long legs bare and on display as they soon caught his attention. He immediately imagined her straddling him wearing the same outfit, the pitch black material gathered on the tops of her thighs as she held onto his chest, his hands gripping her small waist underneath it as she- Stiles shook his head in frustration as he pushed the thought away quickly. Holy Shit. What was wrong with him? He needed to stop before he got anymore turned on.

To make matters worse, he had just looked back up at Lydia to see that the small girl was grabbing the t-shirt gently as she pulled it off and over her slim body, her back still turned to him as she was now in just some black lacey underwear, no bra in sight. Stiles' eyes went wide and he gulped hard as his eyes raked over her partially naked body, his jeans suddenly becoming uncomfortably too tight as he got more turned on, he quickly looked away. Guilt and shame filling up inside of him as he knew he was spying and now he'd seen more of her than he should have. He was such a dick. His dad definitely didn't raise him to be a peeping tom. He staggered slightly to the bathroom, careful not step on any of the creaky floorboards, which by now, he'd had memorised since he was 8. As soon as he was clear of her room, he hopped into the bathroom urgently, shutting the door as he finally managed to catch his breath. He began to panic as he looked down at his now very obvious boner, as he leant against the sink. What was actually wrong with him? why did he look for so long? he actually was the biggest asshole and he wanted to punch himself. Why was he so turned on from her? i mean guaranteed, he did see her partially naked, but that wasn't the point. He Did Not Fancy her. She is Scott's sister for fuck sake. She was just a partially naked girl and he is a very horny teenage boy that can't seem to control his dick. Yep that was it, he thought to himself as he tried hard to rationalise it in his head. Even though he quickly realised that he'd watched porn before where it had taken him longer to get turned on from actual naked women, than it did from just seeing her in just a t-shirt. What was wrong with him? Was he insane? There had to be a rational and plausible answer to all of it...he just didn't know what it was.

Stiles pushed the thought away quickly, thinking about it was doing him no favours as he glanced down at his now, newer and 'bigger' issue. What was he going to do?  He couldn't go back downstairs now, Scott would know something is up and he's a guy, he could tell when someone was obviously trying to hide a boner. He knew how to to get rid of it, but that wasn't even an option as that would mean that he literally would have masturbated over her and he couldn't do that. She was Scott's sister and if he ever found out he would absolutely murder him. He did not find her attractive. He told himself angrily as his body seemed to be almost laughing at him, as obviously a part of him did. Stiles turned on the tap, using both his hands to splash cold water over his face in a weak attempt to calm himself down. He looked up at himself in the mirror as he turned off the tap, his face now covered in tiny water droplets, his long eyelashes looking darker and more prominent as the water stuck some of them together. His hair still a fluffed up heap as he ran his hands through it nervously. He sighed heavily. He had to wonder how he even got himself in these situations sometimes.

If he couldn't 'relieve himself', he was going to have to make it go away, to turn himself off. He quickly thought about weird things as he tried to make himself snap out of it. His dad, his grandma, his old childhood dog Max. Eating toast. Just as Stiles believed he was beginning to get a grip on his emotions, he heard Lydia's music once more as he realised that she must have turned it up. As soon as he heard it, his mind went back to her dancing round her room in just a t-shirt. For fuck sake, was this girl psychic or something? Stiles thought in frustration as he tried to shove the memory back out his mind. "Stilessss?! What the fuck are you doing? Did you fall in there or something? I can't finish this mission without youuu. I knew i shouldn't have let you have extra parmesan on your pasta." Scott shouted up to him jokingly from the bottom of the stairs making his him jump slights. Shit. Okay now he had no choice, he had to just 'tuck it' and hope for the best. He quickly fixed his jeans before drying his face quickly, taking one last glance at his reflection in the mirror before he left and headed downstairs. "Sorry Scotty boy, you know how it be sometimes." Stiles joked back as he reached him. "Yessir i do. Now shut the fuck up and sit your annoying ass down! We have a boss to beat." Scott chirped back as he grabbed the side of his t-shirt yanking him down to his seat and shoving the controller into his lap. Stiles let out a quiet shaky breath as he carried on with the game, making sure to keep his elbows low to his lap until it disappeared, just in case. This was going to be a long weekend.