Enchanted - A Stydia / Jily AU - Teen Wolf

Dirty Little Secret.

Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know.
- Dirty Little Secret, The All-American Rejects.

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They lasted twenty nine hours and fourteen minutes.

Her hands were under his shirt, teasingly mapping the indents and planes that made up his torso, her touch soft enough to cause shudders to break out of him involuntarily. His tie was somewhere on the other side of the tiny closet, along with her scarf and jumper.

The broom closet was cool, the early winter chill trapped inside the stones around them. She barely felt it.

They had barely spoken for the past day, and when they had, it was short, snippy exchanges that seemed to reassure their friends that nothing had changed between them. Lydia had spent all night in the dormitory to escape Malia's irritating look of glee whenever she glanced at either of them.

Defence Against the Dark Arts had raised the tension to a point where they couldn't so much as look at each other.

Lydia found herself constantly fidgeting, on edge and frustrated, remembering last lesson, and then the Astronomy tower. How she had finally been brave enough to kiss him.

She spent an absurd amount of time worrying at her bottom lip in an attempt to convince herself that biting her lip was actually painful and unpleasant, and that there was no possible way that he was as good at it as she remembered.

Until she made the mistake of looking up, and found him doing the exact same thing.

Kira had questioned her about the blush that flooded to her cheeks for a solid five minutes before giving up and turning her attention back to her patronus.

His eyes stayed on her for the rest of the lesson, and by the time Derek called for them to pack up, she was ready to explode.

She wasn't exactly sure how they had ended up in the broom cupboard. She remembered throwing a vague explanation to her friends before turning into one of the less-used corridors to catch her breath, steady her heart rate, somehow convince the flush to leave her cheeks.

She remembered a tall, hard outline in the dark corridor, and body heat that melted them together before they had said a word.

She didn't know if he had followed her, or if he had the same reaction to her as she had to him. She didn't particularly care.

She remembered blindly feeling for the door handle, keeping her eyes locked with his. There was an emotion there that she couldn't quite place, something wild and desperate that she had never seen before.

She remembered slipping into the broom cupboard, the soft click of the lock, how deadly soft Stiles' voice was when he put his Mufflatio charm on the door, and then him crossing the tiny space in a heartbeat, cursing and reverently telling her, "I couldn't. I can't stand it."

She remembered how he had whispered her name before he kissed her.

Her hands flew to his hair, safely assuming that no one would notice if she messed it up. She didn't so much as feel them move before her back hit the stones as he perched her on a low shelf so that her legs could wrap around his waist.

Her scarf fell away from her neck and Stiles promptly discarded it, too busy working the top button of her shirt loose to care where it landed. She leaned back, one hand grasping the shelf above her - for balance, or just to have something to anchor herself to, she wasn't sure - and the other twisted into his hair, pulling him against her with as much force as she could manage without actually hurting him.