princess and the geek [ stydia ]

chapter 10: breakfast

stiles' pov:

i wake up in lydia's bed, of course from being there last night. we both drifted to sleep, but i fell asleep a bit after she did. i just watched how she slept.

she sleeps like an angel. a sleeping beauty. her eyes flutter every so often with her long lashes, and then she'll smile afterwards. she doesn't even stir in her sleep, she just lays there peacefully.

except when i wake up, she's not in bed. i sit up, rub my eyes and look at the dresser in front of the bed, only to see lydia's bottom, bent over pulling a pair of nike shorts up. she puts them on, stands up properly and as she looks in the mirror, she sees me looking, turns around and clasps her hand over he mouth.

"did you-"

"yes."

"while it-"

"yes."

"oh god, i'm-"

"it was a nice view."

omnisicient

lydia smirks at the boy and climbs back on the bed and swats his arm, but he recovers as she kisses his cracked lips. her lips are smooth, and taste like mint.

"i just took a shower." she says, tousling her damp hair as she gets back in the covers next to stiles and pulls her macbook on her lap.

lydia opens the photo booth application and puts the chipmunk effect on.

stiles immediately bursts out laughing and the two take pictures until their stomachs hurt from laughing so hard.

"wanna go make breakfast? my mom left for a conference." lydia says as she jumps out of bed.

stiles follows her down the stairs and into the kitchen.

lydia's pov

when we walk into the kitchen, i grab pancake mix, bacon, cheese, bread and other random sorts.

"pancakes!" stiles jumps and claps his hands like a little boy.

i laugh out loud. "yes, pancakes."

i open the box mix, and grab more needed ingredients like milk and eggs. stiles tips the box to pour the mix into the measuring cup only to miss it completely into the bowl.

i laugh out loud and he smiles shyly at me. "it's fine, we can work with this." i giggle and pour what he dropped into the measuring cup and put more of the remaining mix needed.

i put all the ingredients in the bowl, but when i turn around, stiles grabs my waist and pushes me back against the counter, crashing his lips on mine.

our lips move almost synchronized and his hand travels up the back of the inside of my shirt. he brings his hand back to reach under my thighs, and i jump up as he sits me on the counter.

our lips part and he smirks at me before leaning towards my neck. he leaves small kisses first before sucking the soft spots which i know will leave marks.

"why don't we," i mumble as i put my lips on his again, "take this to the bedroom."

stiles grins. "gladly."

a/n ooh stiles gettin it