See you again - Stydia

Candles

Warm, tight arms drape gracefully around her shoulders. Hot heavy breaths made her tingle from her finger tips to her feet. His long fingers fidget with her damp curls. The storm calmed, the baseballs now sounded like marbles. Thunder cracked every so often. The air was tepid from the lack of air condition. 
"I have some candles, in that box over there" Lydia whispered and pointed.
"Which one, there are a million boxes Lyds" Stiles murmured.
She laughed trying to pry his arms from her, "Stiles, can I go get them?" She exclaimed.
"No its fine I will" He got up. "This one?" He said pointing at a box. 
"Yeah, just look in there, there should be a few" 
"Lighter?" He said still rummaging in the box. 
"On the counter, I'll get it" She said getting up. 
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The light of the candle barely let off light, but just enough to see the defined features of Stiles' face. 
His eyes glowed a caramel brown, his lashes left a faint shadow on his cheekbones. 
His lips, faint, pink, but looked mildly dry. Kissable? Definitely. The look of his face, was uttermost, the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. 
"Lyds? Any particular reason, you are staring into my soul?" He joked.  
"Sorry, the candle light just--sorry" She turned embarrassed. "I should text Scott, he likes to make sure I'm safe, especially during storms like this, ya know-- it could always be something supernatural ya never know." She rambled.
"Okay, hey is it okay if I take a shower? Its getting kinda hot" He laughed. 
"Yeah of course" 
Stiles got up, she watched him leave.
text- Scott i'm with Stiles.
No answer. He was probably with Derek. Or Isaac. 
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There was a faint knock at the door.
Lydia turned her head at the sound, and arched her brows. 
She opened the door slightly then a someone opened it fully, causing her to fall back slightly. 
"Scott, you scared the hell outta me!" She yelled.
"Where is he?" He asked nervously looking around the room.
"Who? Stiles? He's in the shower." She closed the door and locked it. 
"Oh" He sat on the couch. 
"You ready to talk to him?" 
"Why's he here?" 
"Long story, are you ready to talk to him?" She asked again.
"Maybe, it feels weird though" 
"Why?" Lydia cocked her head to the side and took a seat next to Scott. "You guys were friends for years, why are you so scared to talk to him?" 
"Lydia I don't know" He shouted.
"Scott" Stiles stood at the end of the hallway, ruffling his hair with a towel.
Scott stood. "Stiles" 
Stiles walked over to him. "Hi" He reached his hand out for a hand shake. 
Scott pulled him into a hug, "I missed you so fucking much" 
"Aw Scott" 
"Aw Scott" Lydia added. 
Scott's face lit up, not from the candle light but from being incredibly and unbelievably happy. A tear rolled down Scotts cheek landing on Stiles' shoulder. 
The hug wasn't manly, no patting of the back, no, it was indearing, Stiles wasn't sure what to do after they broke the hug, letting a tear fall as well. 
Lydia jumped up and hugged them both. "Anyone hungry?" 
"Me" They said at the same time. 
They smirked, and gripped eachothers shoulders following Lydia into the kitchen.
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 **somehow this chapter was very sciles but hey who cares**