Neighboring (a Stydia story)[complete]

26. Fidgeting

Lydia's pov:
When I woke up in the morning, panic immediately filled my chest. Quickly I look over to Stiles window and notice a note taped to the glass in his messy hand writing.

Ally left your place this morning. Come over for coffee when you wake up. Love you! ;)

I smile before slipping on some flats before walking over to Stiles house. I enter without knocking and I'm immediately greeted by my boyfriend.
"Hey!" He grins, pecking me on the lips before dragging me into the kitchen with him.

He sits down at the dining room table, sipping on a mug of coffee as I pour one for myself. As I join him, I notice his knee bobbing up and down at an inhumane pace just as well as he frantically looks around.

"You're very fidgety this morning." I comment, adding sugar to my coffee.
"Adderall and morning meds don't make a very good combination. Plus I might've had a cup of coffee before you came over." He speaks at a rapid pace. "Or two. Maybe even three. I don't know. I can't remember." I laugh and he glances over his shoulder as if I wasn't laughing at him.

"Your dad at work?" I ask.
"Yeah. Auntie Em is coming over later with Jesse to check up on me." He explains and I nod.
Pretty soon, the tapping of his fingers becomes an annoying sound and I sigh before standing.

"You need to do something to stop that." I point to his fingers on the table top as I pass by him but he grabs onto my waist, pulling me back to him and I smile.
"What? Like this?" He asks with a grin before leaning in and capturing my lips on his.

"Didn't work." I whisper as we pull away, referring to his bouncing knee.
"Then distract me." He smirks. I playfully roll my eyes at him before placing my legs on either side of his while sitting on his lap. Leaning in, I start to nibble at the sensitive skin on his neck, his knee immediately stops moving as a groan bubbles in his throat.

I lick the shell of his ear and he completely loses it, one hand pulling our hips closer together by firmly gripping my ass, the other hand roughly bringing our lips back together.
It got heated pretty quick and I'm not lying when I say that Stiles is hot when he's being dominant, knowing I'll be the only one to see this side of him only made him that much more attractive.

Painfully slow, I bring his shirt up and over his head, dropping it to the floor as we continue kissing, his tongue warmly slipping into my mouth and he tastes vaguely of coffee. My fingers hungrily graze up and down his bare chest as his thumbs dig into the skin of my hips. He pulls away, making me whimper.

"Well this isn't fair." Stiles grins like a candy induced child and I roll my eyes with a smile before bringing my own shirt over my head. "Much better." He mumbles, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my cleavage.
When I lean back in, I pass by his lips, instead leaving wet kisses mixed with nibbles along his jawline.

We jump apart though at the sound of the front door and I hurriedly grab my shirt off of the floor and slip it over my head. As I sit down opposite of Stiles, he puts his shirt back on just in time as Emma walks in the kitchen with Jesse trailing behind.

"Hi kids." She smiles and we say silent hello's back. Jesse climbs into Stiles lap and he groans as she accidentally steps on his crotch causing me to chuckle slightly.
Emma comes up to Stiles, taking his chin in between her fingers and turning his head slightly away from her gaze.
"That's a new one." She mumbles before letting go and walking away just as soon as she came.

"What?" Stiles turns to me frantically and I hop out of my chair to inspect his jaw.
"Crap!" I whisper yell, looking at the size of the hickey I'd made. "Uhhhh...random question but if your dad sees a hickey sized bruise on your jaw, what will he do?" I ask.
"He'll either kill me or congratulate me." Stiles gulps causing Jesse to laugh.

"Well what do we do!?" I exclaim and Stiles shrugs, swinging is arms around in an exasperated notion.
"So suddenly I'm the one who comes up with ideas?"
I roll my eyes at his snarky comment and we both turn to Jesse, who has a sly grin on her face.
"No." Stiles protests.
"She didn't even say anything!" I lightly smack him on the shoulder.
"But I know that look. That's the look of evil!" He hisses.
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"She's like the spam of satan." Stiles grumbles, referring to Jesse.
"It's spawn, idiot. She's like the spawn of satan." I correct. "Now shut up and close your eyes."
Jesse hands me a bottle of foundation and I pour some onto the pack of my hand before applying it to Stiles neck, right over the hickey.

"Crap! You're too pale. We're gonna have to do your whole face." I wince and his eyes snap open.
"YOU SAID NO FACE." His voice cracks and I look at him apologetically. Jesse laughs wildly as I start to apply the makeup to his face until he's completely covered and a lot tanner.

"Can we do blush?!" His cousin asks excitedly with a gasp and Stiles glares at her.
"NO." He warns but I shrug.
"Yes."
Jesse takes my word and grabs a deep red blush along with a brush but I tell her it's too dark so she grabs a lighter one.

We continue on for about ten minutes, until realizing that we could just say we were playing dress up. I silently tell Jesse to hand me different things and we end up going on until Stiles looks like a clown and there's a knock on his door.
"Hi Lydia. Jesse, you and Emma are about to-" the sheriff stops talking when he spots his son and we finally lose it, rolling on the floor in pits of laughter.

Stiles hurriedly gets up, rushing into his bathroom and shouting a quick "OH MY GOD!" Before the water in the sink starts to run. Jesse says goodbye to me and John before leaving with Emma just as soon as Stiles reemerges, makeup free. But my eyes widen at the now noticeable hickey and I make a mentor note to scold him later.

"Whatcha got there?" The sheriff asks with interest, pointing to his sons jaw. Stiles hand immediately goes to feel the spot, flinching at the sore skin.
"Uh-I-I was... It– I me-mean-" he stutters, searching for an answer but John cuts him off.
"Congratulations..." His dad chuckles, leaving us alone and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
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Authors note:

I'm angry because...Monday's...
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-Chloe