Warmth||drabble
Snuggling deeper into the lap his head was in, Isaac let Lydia’s voice wash over him as he drifted in and out of consciousness. They were supposed to be studying, or at least he was, but it was raining outside and Lydia’s mom had cooked something delicious and Isaac was just so not interested in Ancient Rome. So he had plopped down on the couch and pillowed his cheek against Lydia’s thigh; she had scoffed at him at first, but soon enough her fingers made their way into his hair, massaging his scalp gently, and read him the chapter he needed to review. That had started an hour ago, now Isaac was drawing patterns lazily on Lydia’s knee while she told him about what Deaton was teaching her.
“This Druid stuff doesn’t totally suck,” she ended with a shrug, grinning as Isaac rolled over onto his back. Lydia’s hand stayed buried in his hair, cradling the back of his head, while the other curled against his chest. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Isaac grinned back, moving a hand over the one she had against his chest and linking their fingers. “So how does it feel to be the Morgan le Fay to Deaton’s Merlin?”
Lydia’s smile softened, her eyes crinkling slightly. “You were listening.”
Isaac propped himself up on his elbows and twisted, wrapping an arm around Lydia’s waist and pulling her down next to him on the couch. She sighed as Isaac settled his weight on her, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “‘Course I was,” he said matter-of-factly. “Hey, who’s Arthur in this scenario?”
“Scott,” said Lydia almost immediately nodding firmly; then, holding up at finger for silence said, “But don’t start thinking our lives are some kind of Arthurian legend. I’m so not being manipulated and the only crown I’ve ever lost to bad parenting skills was my sixth grade science project. I’m still not convinced Ronnie Winkle genetically engineered his hamster to glow like that by himself.”
Isaac was only half listening, her finger had distracted him when she’d shoved it under his nose; the lilac painted nail reminding him of all the dirty things he could do to her on her mom’s couch, and the pleasure/pain those nails caused. Lydia’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice trailing off as the look in his eyes changed from sleepy and playful to aroused and wide awake.
“You have two more chapters to get through before your test on Thursday,” said Lydia, aware that her voice had dropped huskily. Isaac’s nose rubbed against her cheek affectionately, his lips buzzing along her jaw. He hummed in response, dragging his mouth along the underside of her jaw and taking her earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently. “Which, um, which is in…the day after…tomorrow,” Lydia somehow managed to string together a coherent sentence, clutching at his shoulders, arching her neck to the side to let Isaac work his mouth down the column of her throat.
“We’re just taking a break,” he mumbled against her shoulder, wrapping his index finger around the strap of her tank top and sliding it down the ball of her shoulder.
“My mom’s upstairs-”
“Your mom’s in a food coma and we’ve been studying for like three hours.”
“I’ve been studying,” Lydia argued, digging in her nails and dragging them down Isaac’s back, making him arch, a deliciously animalistic growl building up in his throat. “You took a nap.”
“You smell amazing,” murmured Isaac, making his point by pressing his face into the valley between her breasts, Lydia’s breath catching as heat pooled between her thighs. Isaac grinned brightly up at her. “It’s distracting.”
“Stop talking and take off your pants.”
Isaac’s grin darkened slightly, his eyes flashing yellow at her demand. But instead of obeying, trailed his hands up to the top of her skirt, pulling the stretchy material of her top out of the waistband and holding it against her ribs, right under her breasts.
Keeping eye contact, Isaac very slowly lowered his head and pressed a warm, open mouth kiss to the juncture of her ribs, just below her sternum. “What are you doing?” Isaac didn’t answer, but pressed another kiss to her stomach, slowly moving lower and lower. Lydia’s hand found its way to his hair again when he reached her bellybutton, his tongue swirling around it before dipping inside.
His mouth press against the fabric of her skirt, still riding high on her hips, and Lydia’s heart flip flopped as her imagination ran away a little bit. Sweet looking toddlers with curly strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes while their father fixed scraped knees with Batman Band-Aids and soothed away tears with a kiss to the forehead. It wasn’t the first time she’d day dreamed about having kids with Isaac (or any of her other boyfriends for that matter, the son she would have had with Jackson sometimes cropped back into her imagination whenever she thought Isaac was being particularly douchey. She’d even bought a dog with Stiles in her fantasy land once.)
Isaac stopped his path downward, propping his chin on her abdomen, staring up at her with his impossibly blue eyes. “I love you.” Her hand tightened fractionally in his hair, swallowing down the emotions she wasn’t ready to name yet, and watching as Isaac’s lips twitched upward. “You make me really happy.”
Lydia’s hand fell out of his hair, cupping his cheek and brushing her thumb across his temple. “I’m glad. You deserve to be happy, baby.”
Isaac lunged at her, kissing her sloppily until she was squealing beneath him. They ended up on the floor, Lydia folding her arms across his chest and trying to quell her giggles while Isaac just grinned at her. “I love you,” he said again, moving his arm under his head, trailing his fingers down her side.
Lydia went quiet, the corners of her lips still quirked slightly. After a few minutes of lying together in silence Lydia leaned down to kiss him softly. “I know you do,” she whispered against his lips.
“Just thought I’d let you know every once in a while,” Isaac whispered back, lifting his head to trail after her mouth when she started to pull away. Lydia returned her lips to his obediently, feeling him smile and kiss her lower lip. “In case you ever wanna say it back.”
Rolling her eyes, Lydia covered his mouth with her hand, leaning over him until their noses were touching. “If you pass your history exam on Thursday I will tell you I love you until the cows come home.”
Isaac’s eyes widened. Lydia blinked. He smiled beneath her hand. Lydia paled. “Uh oh.”
Isaac pulled her hand away from his mouth, sitting up slowly and wrapping his arms around his girlfriend so she couldn’t get away. “You said you love me.”
“I was being rhetorical-”
“You love me,” Isaac’s face was lit up like a Christmas tree, talking over her. “I heard it.”
“You have no witnesses.”
“I have Prada,” said Isaac, his smile never fading as his head whipped around to find the smallish black and white dog lying on the coffee table. “Your dog is my witness.”
Lydia pouted. “That doesn’t count! He’s a dog!”
Isaac turned back to her, one eyebrow lifted in a ‘yeah-well-so-am-I’ kinda way. He tightened his arms around her waist, drawing her closer to his body. Lydia caved, shaking her head as a smile fought it’s way onto her face. “Fine,” she snapped, turning her nose up at him even as she melted against him. “I love you too. Satisfied?”
“Hardly,” snorted Isaac. “Say it and mean it, babe.”
Lydia hummed, pretending to think it over as she wrapped her arms around Isaac’s neck and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Her expression sobered, fingertips playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, and he closed his eyes when she didn‘t move her lips away from his cheek. “I love you.”
“That’s awesome.”
“Jackass.”
