Broken Smile

Chapter 7

Lydia got out of the gym and Stiles was behind her.

The school was empty.

Lydia got in the library and he did too. She checked for anyone else but probaly didn't find anyone.

-Lydia why are we here? ,Stiles wondered.

She gave him a glance.

-Did you want to stay there, with the whole school around you? ,she asked.

-The whole school around me wasn't exactly my priority.

As he said it he realized it sounded pretty stupid but she smiled anyway. She took a step forward and then another. Not planning on it Stiles did too and now they were closer that they had ever been. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She was fast, too fast to be sober. If she was, Lydia would make it slower. She would talk to him first, and then make a move.

But really, he didn't care.

He put his hands on Lydia's waist. She was right there. The girl he was dreaming of since the third grade. There was no going back now.

-Stiles, she whispered and came even closer.

She smelled like alcohol. He didn't move didn't say anything. Just stayed there wondering if it was wrong, doing something with her while she didn't really know what she was doing. But it didn't matter. He could wonder that in the morning.

He closed the space between them, until there was no space anymore. Their noses touched but their mouths didn't.

-Lydia, he finally replied before colliding his mouth to hers.

Lydia was steady and tasted alcohol. But mostly she tasted like Lydia and that was what made Stiles feel like his brain wasn't there anymore. He was melting, really. He didn't feel solid at all.He felt like he had found oxygen after years of being unable to breath. She put her hands on his shirt, pulling him closer. She was impatient, her lips on his and asking for more. The kiss got deeper and Lydia's hands moved underneath his shirt. Stiles also moved his hands, from her waist all the way down to her thighs. She sighed. Stiles carried her to a couch, next to wall. Her feet were around him and he liked it. He laid her on the small couch and he was on her. Lydia's hands helped him to remove his shirt. Her lips wasn't on his for one second and she opened her eyes. She looked at him in the eyes first but then she looked down. She touched his chest and his back and Stiles put his lips on her neck. She sighed, showing approval and Stiles continued on her chest. She put her hands on his face and pulled him back up. They were kissing again, her hands on his chest and his arms around her. Her legs were still around him.

Stiles' body touched hers everywhere. He wanted everyhing, he wanted all of her.He moved his arms on either side of her face to steady his body. She kissed him deeply, not letting him go for one second. She put her hands on his chest. Their lips were moving like they were made for each other.

Stiles could be there forever. She made him forget his problems and his worries and the world. It was just her, once again.

And then the lights went on.