Lydia's pov:
"I'm. in love. with a fictional character. from. A. book." I confess between pauses. "He's a very attractive fictional character; great personality, nice hair. He's a little sarcastic but we'll work on that."
My eyes are in a blank state, not particularly looking at anyone or anything.
"WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!" Allison exclaims rather loudly causing half of the cafeteria to look over at us but I don't bother hushing her. Stiles had opted to stay at my place during school which made a lot of since because I'm pretty sure he wasn't that good at speaking French.
"Since I kind of kissed him last night." I say, gaze still not fixed upon Allison.
"YOU WHAT?!"
"We ended up making out."
"YOU WHAT?!" Allison asks again in a slightly higher pitch.
"On my bed." I add, finally looking at my best friend and her jaw is practically hitting the floor.
I nod. "It was pretty intense. He took his shirt off."
Allison stands abruptly, jaw still wide open and she places her hands on either side of her head, walking away slightly before coming right back.
"I'm sorry but, YOU WHAT!!!!!!!!" She says for the millionth time, completely freaking out. I lean across the table and grab her by the arm, making her sit down again.
"I need details Martin. Details, now." She says and I take a deep breath before telling her everything.
"You're a terrible liar." He whispers once we pull back.
"I know." I mumble, and I couldn't help myself. I really liked him, weird backstory and all. My hands clasp around the back of his neck, bringing him back down to me and I cherish the gentleness of his touch. His lips, soft and plump and slightly chapped but it made sense due to his constant cold state.
He pulls away again and I shake my head. "No, little more." I say and he smiles before swiftly reconnecting our lips for a mere second.
"Hold up. Hold up." Scott interrupts after joining us at the usual lunch table.
"So you... Kissed him?" He asks and I roll my eyes.
"Yes. Now keep up! I just started the story." I sigh before continuing.
His fingers wrap themselves around my hips and I jump slightly, causing us to break apart.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He asks, backing away slightly as we both look to my frosted hips.
"It's fine." I chuckle slightly, brushing the ice from my body but he still seems a little concerned, making sure my expression stays light and airy. "Stiles." I put a finger under his chin, forcing his eyes to meet mine. "I'm okay. It was just a little cold."
He smiles softly, carefully replacing his hands on my hips before dipping down and kissing me again.
"Pause." Allison interrupts and I clack my nails against the table. "Can we skip past all the boring 'he froze me but it's okay cause he was sweet and we started making out again'?" Allison imitates me. "Come on! I want to hear about his Ryan Gosling torso." She hums in a dreamy thought causing Scott to smack her on the arm.
"Okay, so we were making out and I guess I was the one who dragged us to the bed." I continue.
Stiles hovers over me, his legs between my slightly open ones while he props himself up on his forearms. Like usual, his head drops down in order to reach my smaller frame with his tongue slipping into my mouth.
My left foot drags up his right leg, rubbing up and down his thigh and a grumble erupts from his throat. I push him away though, gripping the edge of his shirt and lifting it up and over his head. He doesn't object and I watch his deep breathing, still shaken from our on going make out session. Stiles lowers himself back onto me, hips rolling into mine as he roughly reconnects our kiss and I wrap my legs around his waist.
Hands in hair, hip against hip, lips only leaving the others when we need a short breath before crashing back together in hot and needy kisses. His touch was still cold and every now and then he'd accidentally freeze a part of my body, like he'd early done to my hips. Somehow I manage to flip us over, so now I'm on top and I move my lips from his before nibbling on the soft spot below his ear.
"Lydia-" he says breathlessly but I don't pull away. If anything I just kept moving further down towards his collar bone.
"L-Lydia." He manages to get my attention this time and I sit up, moving my face over his to where our breaths mix and our noses lightly touch.
"Maybe we should..." He trails off but I understand, politely getting off of his body and laying next to him instead.
"What? That's it?" Allison asks and I nod.
"Wha'd you expect?" I ask back.
"Uh I expected you to relieve some sexual tension." She almost commands it and I roll my eyes before continuing to eat.
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Authors note:
Yeah...imma go now...
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
