Stydia One Shots

Late Night Talks

Stiles never thought much of Lydia Martin. She was his dads friends daughter, and that was all. 'I know her, but I don't know her' he had told his confused father. They barely ever talked, only when forced to by their parents.

She was always reading, and he didn't understand why. Why read a book when you could watch a movie? She was a mystery that would take hard work to solve, but he wasn't one for hard work, so that was too bad. 

When he heard about the news, that his dad wouldn't be home for Christmas and he'd have to spend it with the Martins, he wasn't that pleased. Its not that he disliked Lydia, it was just that she seemed boring. 

Her boringness was proved when she wasn't walking around the house after 9. Stiles assumed she was sleeping, having to 'get her energy for school' or whatever. Though, on a Saturday, all his theories and assumptions were proved wrong. 

He was watching Netflix on the Martin's flat screen TV, enjoying being able to watch the sex scenes in Orange is the New Black on a big screen. Car lights filled the window and a shadow was shown on the lawn.

Stiles pulls his eyes away from the sex on the screen and looks out the window, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on at 2 am. "Thanks Ricky!" He hears Lydia yell from outside. His eyebrows furrow and jealousy sinks into his skin. 

What is 'Ricky' doing with Lydia at 2 am? Hell, what is Lydia Martin doing out at 2 am? 

The front door bursts open and closes with a loud slam. Lydia obviously has no regards for keeping the peace in the middle of the night. The headlights disappear by the time she stumbles into the living room, groaning quietly under her breath. 

Stiles watches with wide eyes. The first thing that surprised him was that she looked..... well, and he never thought he would say it, she looked good. Really good. A tight purple dress hugged her body, stopping mid-thigh. It was definitely a change from the oversized sweaters she wore at school. 

The next thing that surprised him was that she appeared to be drunk. She was swaying from side to side with a dopey grin on her face- the kind he gets after he has sex. 

Wait, did she just? He wipes the thought from his mind, already hating Ricky. 

Lydia barely realizes that he's there, even though he's staring at her from over the couch. She starts to pull off her dress and Stiles clears his throat, making his presence known. Lydia stares at him for a moment. "Can I help you?" Lydia asks. 

Stiles' lips part when she continues to take off the dress, not caring that he's watching. "I just- you broke curfew." His jeans get a little tighter when the dress comes fully off, revealing curves he never knew she had. 

Stiles realizes that he really doesn't need to watch her get undressed, and that he should probably turn away. It still takes him a few seconds to do so, though. "So what? Are you gonna snitch or something?" Lydia questions. 

He shakes his head. Once a snitch, always a snitch. He did not need that reputation. 

She inspects him some more, her eyes traveling to the TV after a moment. Lydia rolls over the couch, landing beside Stiles in nothing but her underwear - which just happened to be matching red lace, 'cause the universe likes torturing Stiles. 

"Where were you?" Stiles asks her. She shrugs a shoulder and puts her legs in his lap, leaving him with the question of where to put his hands. "Out." Is all she says before returning her eyes to the TV like she wasn't almost naked. 

Stiles tries to pay attention to the show, but keeps coming back to the fact that she's almost naked, and wearing red lace. Is she trying to kill him? Seriously, is this some sort of torture system? He knows he can't touch her, or do anything about it.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." Lydia breaks him away from his thoughts. He hadn't noticed that he was staring at her like a horny teenager, but he couldn't help it. "Sorry." Stiles apologizes awkwardly. 

He could've ended it there, and returned to having a nice, normal night with a half naked Lydia, while watching people have sex. 

Stiles, being Stiles, rambled on though. "I just- your half naked and I didn't actually notice before that your...." Stiles trails off, trying to find the word for it, "A girl..." Stiles awkwardly says. He has to use his hand to close his mouth, mentally cursing himself. 

Lydia fake gasps. "You mean theres a whole other gender out there?" Stiles stares at her again. He found her sarcasm rather intriguing. After a moment, he settles himself and puts his arms on the back of the couch. 

He still didn't know what she was doing all night, and it worried him. 

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The next evening, Lydia disappeared, yet again. She got to the house at 2, yelled a thanks to Ricky, walked in the door at 2:01 a.m, stripped down to her matching black underwear, and lied down on the couch, her legs on Stiles' lap. 

Christmas was tomorrow, - technically today, since its past 12 - and he had figured out that she left and went out like this every single night. Seeing her almost naked still made him momentarily not be able to breath again.

They watched Disney channel, which felt wrong since they both weren't completely sober and they both weren't completely clothed. 

"Do you know how to get the water out of a motorbike?" Lydia asks. Stiles stares at her for a moment before slowly shaking his head. Lydia sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "Scott's going to kill me." She says, and thats all that leaves her lips for the next hour. 

The girl was a mystery, and he was intent on solving her. 

A/N

I may or may not make a fanfic out of this, it depends.