Project Stilinski (completed)

9. The stars

Lydia wasn't at all surprised. In fact, she had kissed Stiles right back, pulling him closer by wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.
"If I keep kissing you right now, will you remember in the morning?" Lydia pulls back to ask.
"Prolly not." He crashes them together again in sloppy kisses and deep breaths and pink cheeks and holy shit this was really happening. Stiles had pulled her closer, hands on her hips but she was uncomfortable so she lifted herself and sat on his lap. He had to bite his tongue to contain a moan.

"Do you ever actually use those things?" Stiles points to one of her cameras on the shelf. Lydia peaks her head from the closet, glancing at them with a smile before fully emerging.
"Yeah, I'll show ya." She grins proudly.

"Lyds..." Stiles bites his lip as she begins to nibble below his ear. "Lyds H-hold on I think someone's coming." He manages, causing a sigh from the girl. He kisses the pout off of her face before she falls off his lap so he can check the door. And sure enough, he caught glimpse of a dirty blonde making her way up the stairs.
"Shit." Stiles groans, closing the door completely. It was almost like a reflex how she hid in his closet.

"And then to focus you just–no, no, wait!" Lydia laughs, taking the camera from Stiles to reset the setting, the lens pointed down towards the sand.  She had always adored taking photos on the beach, it was her favorite pass time. She had beaches on her wall from different States with all kinds of people at different times of day. Stiles listens carefully once again as she explains how certain things work and they crouch down low together, Lydia pointing out what angle she wanted it to be at. There was an old couple sitting along the shoreline with the woman's head resting on the man's shoulder and the quickly fading sun gave their silhouette a pastel background. She adored it. He captured it.

Stiles lay out a towel on the sand and promised to watch her camera as she ran towards the waves while peeling off her shirt and shorts to reveal a bikini. He watched her child like actions in the setting sunlight, how she attempted to jump over waves or three water up into oblivion.

She walked out of the beach like a freaking goddess, laughter and salt painting her lips a deep shade of pink. He shifted self consciously as she plopped herself on the sand and threw back her head, letting out an intoxicated yell and another laugh followed with a sigh. The sun was gone by now but the waves still fueled her energy.
"Isn't this amazing?" She hums and closes her eyes.
Stiles smiled and kept his gaze on her (she was tan skin and tangled hair and that was his favorite way to view her). "Yeah...amazing." And the girl meant the beach, long abandoned hours before the sun had hidden but the boy had meant her.

Gradually he looked back to the stars, thankful that they painted the sky tonight. And he'd count how many times he could spell one of their names in a constellation. Lydia. Twice. Stiles. Three times. The sound of a camera shutter forced him to turn to the girl. She was sitting criss cross with a Canon pointed in his direction, fiery hair spilling over the device.

"What are you doing?" He asks as she pulls the camera down from her face. And for once, Lydia looked shy.
"Sorry, I just..." There was no proper way to explain how she thought he looked beautiful gazing up at the galaxies. Not handsome, but beautiful because his features were shining like the moon, his freckles and moles stars on skin, his eyes some kind of a comet and so interesting to her. Lydia didn't say a word, setting down her well worn camera before lying next to him on the sand, her arm so close to touching his but not quite yet.

She counted how many times she could spell their names in a constellation. Stiles. Once. Lydia. Twice. Stiles. Three times.
"'And I have an incurable homesickness of the stars'." Stiles quotes. She had heard that before in Lord knows what poetry book that was hidden under all the shoes in her closet. And she adored the saying, as if she belonged in space and had lived there all along.

"I like to count the stars." Lydia states with a dreamy look glazing over her eyes. Stiles turns his head to look at her.
"But why? It's pointless, you can never count all of them." He responds.
"I know. Sometimes I just wish that one day it'll all become easy to arrange them in order and count them by two's or five's or even by ten's. I make up constellations and see how many I can create in one night and put little tallies in a notebook. And no one will understand how I love to pointlessly count the stars." Lydia smiles slightly and in a way, Stiles understood.

It's the way he loved to count all the freckles on her cheeks. And if he could capture the galaxies she loved so much and bottle them up for her to keep, he would in a heartbeat. 'Cause the way she spoke so wistfully of places beyond this earth made him fall in love with her deeply. Lydia. Five times. Stiles. Six. He took a deep breath. "Lydia Martin, you have a supernova spiraling in your mind and an entire universe in your heart." Stiles murmurs, closing his eyes just as emerald ones set on his skin.
"Stiles Stilinski," she imitates the way he had begun his sentence. "You are the only person I have ever shared my stars with."
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Authors note:

I REALLY REALLY LIKE THE WHOLE STAR THING LIKE THAT MAKES ME SO FRICKN HAPPY.
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-Chloe