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La vie en rose

"Lydia... wake up, babe." Stiles mumbled against her neck. She, still asleep, just moved a little bit, pressing her body against his. Stiles smiled slightly and tried again. "Lyds... It's the morning."

"No, it's not." She answered. "Shut up and go back to sleep."

Stiles smiled again. He couldn't get enough of her. They've been fooling around like these for eight months now and he still couldn't believe it. Since the third grade he had a gigantic crush on her and did everything possible for her to notice him. It wasn't until their sophomore year that he finally got her attention. Not in the way he intended, but at least she knew about his existence. Since then, they've been building a rather awkward relationship. He thanked that great opportunity to his best friend Scott McCall that had just started dating Lydia's best friend, Allison Argent.

But the thing had really changed between that awkward friendship was the engagement of their friends. Although they'd become really happy for them, they couldn't help but feel a little sad for themselves. Lydia hadn't had a serious boyfriend since Jackson and she was getting tired of the booty calls she'd with the guys from MIT. She missed a relationship. Stiles was pretty much the same. Since his breakup with Malia, Stiles decided that it was best for him to be alone for a while, to step away from another disastrous relationship and focus on himself.

But when the engagement party arrived and both got drunk as hell, one thing lead to another and eight months later, it was still going on, despite the distance between them. However, no one actually knew what they were doing. They felt that the pack would freak out about both and push something that wasn't going on: a relationship.

"Today's the wedding, remember? Soon enough Allison will burst into your hotel room so you can do the wedding thing." Lydia's eyes widened and she quickly sat on the bed.

"Shit, the wedding is today." She looked over the clock. "I should be up an hour ago to plan Allison's breakfast in bed and bath."

"You're going to bathe her?" Stiles asked looking at her. "Can I watch? I won't bother, I promise."

"Yes, I'll bathe her and maybe, if it's too hot, I'll join her and we'll take a long sponge bath together." She mumbled against his lips, feeling how excited he was getting. When he approached to kiss her, she stands back. "But, like I said, I'm late and I gotta go."

"You're mean." Stiles lay down watching her get dress. He was happy. As she put her clothes back on, he only could imagine an opportunity where they could be together until late in bed, not afraid of their friends finding out about them. They couldn't do it regularly, since they lived across the country. Stiles had gotten into Stanford to study Criminal Law while Lydia was in Massachusetts, on MIT double majoring in Math and Brain and Cognitive Sciences. Being busy and living in such a distance gave them so little time together, so they tried to make the best of every opportunity. "So, what's the schedule today?"

"Breakfast, bath, two hour massage, lunch, mani-pedi, facial, movie session, getting dressed and then the wedding."

"How the hell are you going to do this in a whole day?" Stiles asked. "All I planned with Scott was to play lacrosse one last time and I'll sit him through the entire Star Wars movies. I refuse to let him marry without watching it."

"Poor Scott. See you tonight." She gave him a last kiss and left.

The day passed slowly for both of them. They did enjoyed being so close to their best friends, doing things just like in high school.

"So, how are you holding on, Scotty?" Stiles whispered while waiting with the groom for the bride entrance. It was clearly that Scott was nervous. He couldn't stop looking at his mom and Sheriff Stilinski in the first row and to his best friend, who couldn't keep himself straight either.