Secret Love

__Deal with it__

The clock strikes around 5 a.m. when Lydia wakes up from a frightful dream. Sitting up quickly she looks around the room and took in the figure of the boy she madly fell in love with peacefully sleeping beside her. Gland that for once she hadn't woken him up she took a few minutes to catch her breath. Quietly she got up from the king size bed and made her way to a pitcher of water she had brought up earlier before his surprised arrival. She glanced at her phone for some unknown reason and noticed she had a few new text messages from Scott asking if by any chance she knew were Stiles was. The last one received was an hour ago demonstrating how Scott was truly worried over him. Looking back to her bed Lydia noticed a pair of sleepy whiskey color eyes staring back at her naked figure. She walked back towards the bed but stopped to grab Stiles's phone from his discarded jeans that laid on the floor and proceeded to climb back into bed. Before she could explain that he needed to call Scott so he would stop worrying about him Stiles kissed her hungrily as if he hadn't just woken up. Lydia hadn't even noticed when she had climbed over his body until he had to sit up to kiss her properly that it registered in her mind that she was straddling him. Pulling back from the kiss she had to restrain herself from allowing him to recapture her lips with his own so she placed a delicate finger on his soft lips to put a halt to his actions.

With Stiles's full attention on hers she informed him Scott had messengered her several times asking if she knew where to locate him and by the looks of his phones notifications he'd had several ones as well. Stiles quickly took his phone from Lydia's hand and looked through them. He had 5 missed messages from Malia, 15 missed messages from Scott as well as 2 missed calls and 3 text messages from his dad. Stiles opened up the messages from his dad having the first one saying he would be homes late tonight, the second to tell Scott to stop calling him and for him to answer his phone and the last one asking if he was okay, what time he would be home and if he was at Scott's. Stiles quickly wrote back that his phone had been on silent and he hadn't even been checking it. To not worry he was fine and that he wouldn't be home tonight and he'd explain everything in the morning. Stiles then checked Scott's messages. The first few ones were just asking what he was doing, if he wanted to hang out, telling him to stop ignoring him. The last few were asking if he was okay, what the hell was going on that he couldn't answer his phone, that he had called everyone and no one had seen or heard of him so to stop playing around and let him know he was fine, and the last one simply said call me or I'll start to track your scent. So there he was calling Scott up at 5:20 in the morning. Lydia being the impatient one started to get bored at Stiles lack of attention knowing he had to respond to everyone that wrote to him and was now calling Scott to stop his paranoiac ass from worrying so she started to entertain her self by kissing Stiles neck and making him squirm while on the phone.

To say Lydia was making matters worse was an understatement. As he was on the phone he had to assure to keep his breathing the same and not moan out when she would nip at his sensitive skin. Worst part was he couldn't even push her away. Stiles's mind just yelled at him to stop her but his body had a different mind as his rough hands made their way to her strawberry locks and entangled themselves in there to keep her in place. All Lydia heard was how he told Scott that he was fine and in perfect conditions, to not worry about him and that he'd explain later were he was to him. Scott just yelled at him but Stiles was more preoccupied with Lydia's hands scratching down and up his chest and assuring to scratch his nipples in the processes. He then proceed to watch her bend down to start sucking one at a time. Finally getting some will power Stiles pulled her face from his body to look back up at his some what stern face and shook his head mouthing, "Stop that I'm on the phone and your distracting me." Pouting she let Stiles get back to his conversation with his best friend for a while leading him into a false security. As soon as she noticed he was fully engrossed on the phone again she lifted herself up a bit and moved closer to him. Once she had her lips pressed up to the shell of his ear and had delicately placed one of her hands around his neck she spoke in a seductive voice, "Get off the phone now or deal with it."