Toxic Waste

22. All Twelve

She woke up bathed in warmth and with a steady breath next to hers. There was a soft snore as she opened her eyes, looking to her right to see a sleeping Stiles and she momentarily freaked out. He wasn't wearing a shirt and she looked down to notice she was wearing his. Cursing, Lydia leapt out of bed and tugged at her hair, looking back at the gentle boy in her bed before swearing again.

"We didn't sleep together, if that's why you're panicking." He suddenly mumbled into the pillow, turning so he was lying on his back. "You drank at the bar more than you let on, passed out at the swings so I carried you back. When you woke up, you threw up on yourself and passed out again so I gave you my shirt."
She thanked him silently and he brushed it off, turning onto his side while complaining about more sleep as she left the room.

Things seemed so complicated between the two and yet Lydia could picture waking up to him every morning; calling the boy hers. And she'd told him she liked him and he had her yet why was she so afraid to become committed. Shaking it off, she goes to the kitchen to start some coffee as Stiles shuffles out of the room.
"You're gonna make me some of that, right?" He asks with a chuckle lacing through his words and she smiles. His chest hit her back and his chin on her shoulder and their cheeks pressed together. She fought a smile as his arms wrapped around her.

"Friends." She reminded and he nodded absentmindedly, not really believing her due to the conversation last night. He kisses her neck. "Friends don't do this." Lydia bit her lip and shook her head in agreement. She turned around, his forehead immediately coming to rest on hers and she was suddenly so aware of his hands on her waist. Something in her burned because last night she should've told him the truth about just wanting to be friends. Because she didn't and even though he knew that, she wanted to tell him; she was scared to tell him.

Everyone she'd ever loved had left her, she didn't want him to go.

He kissed her softly, so slow it made her stomach twist and she squirmed in his hold.
"Lydia." The word rumbled from his chest and she whined when his lips met her neck again. He knew she'd say it if he tried hard enough. So he picked the girl up effortlessly and set her on the counter, moving between her legs with his hands finding rest on her bare thighs.

"Lydia." He warned again, his lips skimming hers and she whined. Skinny fingers tugged at the end of her shirt (well...his shirt), something seemed to snap inside because she desperately wanted any part of him and she would let him know that.
"Fine! We aren't friends. I love you, I need you, Stiles. I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to get hurt and I want to call you mine and I love you. I love you so much. please, kiss me." She pulled at him, fingers threading his hair, his grip tightening on her hips. She loved him. Earlier she said like, now it was love? The word made him grin.

"You want me to kiss you?" He chuckles a little at how quickly she nodded. One hand left his hair to try and pry his fingers away from where they held her in place. She wanted to move closer to him, wriggling against the counter but he held her still. "Then what else do you want to tell me?"
She paused, bit her lip. "I'm yours."
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"What have you...got...there?" Isaac points at Stiles' face and the boy raises a brow. Isaac points to the corner of his lip. Stiles brings the back of his hand to his mouth and wipes away at the lipstick his friend had spotted just as Lydia sat down at the table next to them. Their hands met under the table and Lydia pecked his cheek making him roll his eyes and rub at the lipstick she'd left there as well.

"This is new." Isaac grins and Lydia purses her lips. "I mean, I knew you guys were fucking but now it's a public affair?" He chuckles.
"Jealous?" Stiles asks.
Isaac shrugs. "Slightly."
This causes Lydia to kick him under the table before leaning back into Stiles' hold, Elijah taking a seat next to him and Allison next to Lydia with Scott on the other side.

"Finally." Allison gestured to the two. Jeez, had everyone been waiting for them to be an official thing? The chatter continued on quietly about this or that; several sarcastic comebacks aimed in Isaac's general direction, an embarrassing snorted laugh from Elijah, a quick kiss from the new couple. And Tomorrow was Monday but they'd stay up all night moving Stiles' things into the penthouse if they had to.

He wrapped his arms around her waist once he'd set down his box of belongings.
"You still love me?" He joked and she smacks his shoulder playfully.
"All twelve scars." She smiled.
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Authors note:

TWO UPDATES IN ONE NIGHT AND I NEVER KNOW HOW TO END SHIT. Next chapter will be the last....
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-Chloe