The Drummer's Girl - A Scallison AU

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Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun. I can't contain this anymore; I'm all yours... I got no control, no control
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"Stiles?" Lydia whispered groggily, smiling as her eyes fluttered open lazily, feeling Stiles grinding slow circles against her.

He murmured something indecipherable, and Lydia sighed. He was asleep.

"Stiles," she hissed, but he didn't react, simply putting more pressure into his movements.

"Stiles," Lydia moaned, rolling onto her back and turning her head to deliver a soft kiss to his lips.

"Mmm," he hummed, grabbing her by the waist and trying to pull her back up against him. "Good morning, Lydia..."

His voice was like sandpapered, and Lydia let her eyes fall closed for a moment before speaking up, "Stiles, seriously, stop doing that... We're not alone."

"Doing what?" he finally opened his eyes and became aware of his surroundings, "Oh, wow, sorry. I didn't realize, guess I was just trying to get some, er, relief..."

Lydia curled up again, facing him this time, "It's fine," her lips quirked up in a smirk, "You were dreaming about me, weren't you?"

Stiles smiled dreamily at her, "Of course I was."

This earned him another slow, open-mouthed kiss.

"Not helping the situation, Lyds, and we've gotta get up in a few minutes."

From another bed to their left, Allison stirred and sat up, curls wild and rubbing her eyes, "Stiles, I thought you were taking the recliner."

"I got cold," smiled Lydia, running a hand over her boyfriend's neck. The light was streaming in a little from the open window, so Allison got up, crossing her arms over her chest in her bralette, and pulled the shades up.

"Agh! What the hell?" Scott lurched up, instantly recoiling back to his makeshift bed on the couch when he came face to skin with a barely clothed Allison. "It's really early."

"It's eleven o'clock, boozy," Lydia snarled, and Stiles laughed from behind her, shaking them both a little bit, "And we've got to hit the road..." she exchanged a whisper with Stiles who nodded enthusiastically, "Can you two go bring us all back breakfast?"

"Sure," Allison replied before Scott could protest, pulling a hoodie over her head.

Scott sat up, pulling sweatpants on over his boxers and a flannel on over his wife beater. Allison couldn't help but admire his body... They were broken up, and she was mad at him, but she wasn't blind.

When the two headed out into the hallway, they walked in cadence, silently, for a while. The only sound was their footsteps echoing in the long, dirty hall.

"There's no way this place is up to code," Scott finally said, hands in pockets. 

Allison still had her arms crossed over her chest, "Definitely not."

Scott sighed heavily, and neither one of them spoke anymore until they reached the little breakfast nook just past the lobby.

"What do you think they want?" asked Scott, loading up a plate miles high for himself. She raised an eyebrow at him,

"No way you're really going to eat all that."

"Watch me," he popped a sausage into his mouth.

Allison giggled, selecting some fruit and a Belgian waffle for herself, "That weekend you were away, we went out for breakfast and Stiles got pancakes and sausages and all that. And I know Lydia just likes her yogurt, because she gets nauseous in the morning."