Stydia One Shots

Strawberries.

Lydia and Stiles are spending the weekend together at his place, since Lydia's mum is out again and she really doesn't want to sleep by herself.

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Lydia wakes up to the sound of thunder. She notices Stiles, curled up next to her.

"Stiles. Stiles wake up." Her voice is as sweet as always.

Stiles opens one eye, looking directly up to her, who's resting her head on her hand and arm. He opens the other one, and smiles widely.

"What's wrong?" He whispers.

"There's a storm. " She says, pointing to the window.

"Oh and, um, you're scared?" He scratches his head; he's not really getting it.

"No. I mean, maybe. But I'm cold. Could we close the window?" She's shaking.

"Course we can. Here." He gets up, closes the window and pulls the blinds down. Before he gets into bed again, he grabs a blanket from under the bed and puts it over Lydia, making sure every inch of her bare skin is covered up.

"Thankyou, Stiles."

It's the way she says his name what really gets his attention. It's sweet, it's soft too.

"No problem." He smiles fondly at her. Stiles hops onto the bed again, and gets comfortable next to her, and even though they're friends, and they've discussed this, he respects Lydia's space and leaves a gap between them. They stay quiet for a little, until Lydia opens her mouth to speak.

"Stiles."

"Yes?"

"Why do you do it? Why is it that every morning I wake up to the smell of chocolate cappuccino? Why did you close the window and put a blanket over me? Why did you leave that gap between us?" She does't face him, just looks up at the ceiling.

"You deserve to have everything in this world, so why not help a little?" He chuckles.

"No. Stiles. I'm being serious."

"Yes I'm being serious too. You're a gorgeous girl who needs to be looked after sometimes, and since we're friends well, I really don't mind it at all."

"Stiles! I can look after myse- wait. You really think I'm gorgeous?" Her face lights up. "And I'm being dead serious about this. Most guys just like my- you know. " She looks down.

"You know you're gorgeous anyway, but yes. I think your eyes are beautiful, and your hair, it smells like strawberries. You smell like strawberries to be honest. Oh, and your lips they're- wow. And your skin, it's soft as silk. I think you're gorgeous yes, and you know I'd never think of you in the way those silly idiots do. But still, you deserve a lot better than someone like me to tell you about this." He's looking straight into her eyes.

"Stiles. Wow. I uh- I um thankyou." She places a hand on top of his. "And why can't someone like you be telling me this everyday? I don't get it Stiles. Wait, you don't get this. Listen, you are way more than I'll ever deserve."

"Lydia no, no no no. You deserve someone handsome like yourself, and someone who can give you things you don't already have. Someone who can really make you feel loved, feel safe. I'm sure that whoever that is in a future, will be the luckiest man on this earth." He hesitates to find the correct words, but doesn't really get what Lydia is trying to say to him.

"Stiles. Listen. I don't need someone handsome like myself. I don't need prince charming to knock on my door everyday, I already feel loved and safe you dumbass. Don't you get it? I only feel that way when you are around. It's you that I love, you idiot." Her throat is dry from what she's said. She's thirsty.

Thirsty for him.

He remains silent for a second or two, and Lydia keeps looking up and down his lips. She's leaning closer. He notices, and catches her scent straight away. Strawberries.

"Strawberries." He whispers.

"Yes," she lets out a quiet laugh and looks at him again. "Strawberries." She repeats.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, unsure. That comes out without any thinking, he can't function. It's just strawberries all over the place.

Lydia nods slowly. She smiles a little too, and with that, she closes her eyes.

His lips brush hers, dammit.

They kiss. Soft, slow, perfect. Just as he had imagined.

When they stop for air, he says something immediately.

"You taste like strawberries. I love strawberries. I love you, Lydia."

She can't help but smile at his words, and he understands, that maybe, only maybe, she's right. She doesn't need prince charming after all.