Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

13. We should just kiss

Lydia's pov:
I slip my tongue into his mouth, his hands resting on my waist in an attempt to get my body closer to his. We both jump apart as there's a knock on the glass, though.
"Shit." Stiles whispers, rolling down his window while I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, still on Stiles lap.

"Hi Dad... Ho-how are you doing?" Stiles stutters, avoiding his fathers gaze by looking down at his lap. The sheriff rolls his eyes.
"You can't park in front of the mailbox. Nice to see you Lydia." And with that he walks away. Stiles chuckles causing me to laugh and I place one last quick kiss on his lips before hopping out of the jeep.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I call back to Stiles, his face awestruck as I stride towards my house. A huge grin spreads across my face as I close the front door, thinking about how perfect everything was today. I sigh, jogging upstairs to my bedroom and putting my purse away. The house was silent, so I knew that I was home alone, but it didn't bother me.

There's a tap on the glass and I smile to myself before opening my window. Stiles climbs into my room, standing right above me.
"I wasn't finished." He whispers before crashing his lips onto mine. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck. This boy would be the death of me. His tongue politely swipes against my bottom lip and I let him in.

Stiles hands reach down to my thighs and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he sets me down on the top of my dresser. His kisses transfer to my neck and I close my eyes, soaking in his touch.

"Did you- did you want to watch tv or something?" I ask, my voice soft and breathy as his hips roll slightly on mine. Stiles moves his lips back to mine placing a light kiss on them before speaking in a hushed tone. I couldn't tell his expression, my eyes closed so I could focus on him and only him.
"Nothing good is ever on." He argues, his hand moving to where my jaw and neck connected. He places light and wet kisses, slowly turning them into soft nibbles. Damn this boy was good.

I reconnect our kiss for a moment before pulling back again, Stiles still hovering over me, his lips brushing against mine as I speak again.
"We could play a game." I whisper. Stiles peppers kisses along my jawline, alternating between little bites and pecks. I rest my hands on his shoulders and he pulls away from my neck, my eyes opening as his nose brushes against mine and he grins.

"What like uno? I could totally kick your ass. I did it before, remember?" He smirks, kissing me long and passionate. My hands entangle themselves in the small hairs at the nape of his neck, our lips still dancing together. Stiles pulls away though, confusion clouding his face and I almost whine from the loss of contact.

"Oh my god I'm sorry were you... were you trying to-"
"Trying to what?" I ask, interrupting him. My hands brush down his chest, going under the hem of his shirt.
"Uh..." He looks down as he speaks, watching my hands rub against his skin. God I could feel his v-line and I desperately want to rip the fabric from his body.
"It's just... You were saying other things and I thought maybe you didn't want to..." He trails off.

Stiles looks back up, our eyes catching each other and I push him closer to me.
"If you're suggesting that I don't want to make out with you, you're terribly wrong." I say and he smiles, leaning in but I stop him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Just no third base." I whisper as we start to kiss once more. But then I get to thinking and I try to stop thinking and focus on Stiles but I couldn't.

I pull away, Stiles lips immediately migrating to my neck.
"You said I was your first kiss, right?" I ask, my hands softly pushing on the back of his head in attempt to get him closer to me. He mumbles a quick "mhm" on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My mouth drops into an 'O' shape, his hips still slightly rubbing on mine and I could tell he was excited.

"So then..." I struggle to breath, his touch intoxicating. "You've never really dated?" I ask, still not able to get the thought out of my brain. His fingers go under the hem of my shirt, his warm skin against my cold.  His hands move upward, hitting the edge of my bra before traveling back down and up again and all I could think about was how this is probably the first time he's ever erotically made out with someone. And holy crap did that only turn me on even more. He moves his face back to mine and gives me a quick pecks on the lips.

"No, not really, why?" Stiles voice is deep and husky and I swallow hard.
"So you're a virgin?" I ask, looking dead into his eyes and all movement stops: his fingers no longer rubbing up and down against the skin under my shirt, his hips no longer slightly rolling against my own and we're both completely still.

"Yeah." He whispers. And then came the question I knew he would ask. "Are you?"
I look down, my hands still clasped around the back of his neck. "No." I wet my lips with my tongue and let out the answer with a sigh.

He sighs as well, retracting one of his hands to scratch his face.
"What? So virgin is like an immediate turn off for you?" He asks, retreating a little. Crap. Wrong move, WRONG MOVE!! Just forget I said anything and keep making out with me!

"N-no I just..." I trail off as my gaze travels to his lips. He sighs more and I know I've upset him in some way. CODE RED. COMMENCE THE EMERGENCY SHUT DOWN OF BRAIN.
"I just... Shit I don't know what I'm saying." I groan, rubbing my face with my hands. I feel Stiles back away, the touch of his hips lost from mine as he sits on my bed.

"So if I hadn't said anything, we probably would've..." He asks not exactly straight forward. Hell yes, I want to say, the thought of him screwing me flashes across my mind. Not that him being a virgin had anything to do with why I didn't want to do it tonight because A) I want to take it slow and B) since he was a virgin, his first time should be special.

"Maybe..." I mumble and hope he doesn't hear but of course he does, letting out a grunt of frustration.
"Will we ever?" He asks as he flops back on the bed.
"Probably." I say. Once again I wanted to scream a 'HELL YES' but of course I didn't. God I bet he'll be rough. EW. NO, LYDIA CONTROL HORMONES. I push myself off of the dresser, sitting on Stiles knees causing him to sit up and wrap his arms around me.

"I know what you're thinking." I say and he leans his forehead against mine.
"You always do." He mumbles.
"But I'll be around for a long time, Stiles. I'm not going anywhere." A smile spreads across his face as I finish my sentence.
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Authors note:
CAN I PLEASE JUST... UGHHHH!! As creepy as it sounds, I just want one good, long make out scene between Stiles and Lydia. JUST ONE THATS ALL I ASK FOR JEFF.
The picture attached is the only reason I'm alive.

Did you catch The First Time reference? Like when Lydia's talking about tv and games? Yeah? Yeah? I'll shut up now...
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe

P.s- I apologize for the excessive use of the words: lips and kiss but... Ya know.