fool for you ;; stydia

13.2.16

Lydia awoke in a deep sweat, but not from a nightmare; from too much warmth in one place.

She opened her eyes groggily, staring at the beautiful sight before her. There was Stiles, his usually spiked brown hair was in a soft curly tuft on top of his head, and his mouth was parted slightly, his tongue resting between his teeth.

She let her hands touch every mile on his face gently, tracing her finger around his ear and down his neck, curling her head into his chest, "God, I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you." It was a hushed whisper, and she slid her hand into his, squeezing lightly.

Although the sun was unbearably bright through her bedroom window, she managed to fall into a light sleep again, relaxing into the rhythm of her boyfriend's heart beat.

Lydia was never one to be too cliche when it comes to things like this, and she never really understood the way lovers touched each other as though every moment was fleeting, but now she does.

For some reason, the only thing she could think about was Stiles; it was the first thing that happened in the morning and the last thing that happened at night. She couldn't imagine her world without him in it and sometimes wandered what it would be like if they had never met.

She was perfectly content with her life; the Pellcommedent issue ended three months ago, and aside from the occasional helping out with the police station, there's hasn't been a big hunt since then.

Dean and Cas are working on their relationship (not that there was any problems) and turns out that their bunker wasn't as far away from Beacon Hills as they had originally thought.

They still keep in touch with the three of them, mostly to have an unbiased opinion of a coupley dispute between Dean and Cas or Sam and Louise, and pizza night with the pack.

Lydia opened her eyes for the second time, but this was more relaxed, as she broke away from her thoughts, brushing Stiles' hair off of his face, smiling at the sight before her.

Stiles eyes fluttered open, scrunching up his nose and peered up nat Lydia, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, "Morning, sunshine."

Lydia blushed at the nickname, readjusting her body and sitting up, "Morning."

"Speaking of sunshine," Stiles groaned, sitting up and leaning his head against the bed rest, squinting his eyes, "Why is your room like this?" He pointed at the sun, hissing. "It's rude and unnecessary."

Lydia smiled, pressing a kiss to Stiles' cheek. "It's a new day, Stiles Stilinski." She hummed, twisting a piece of his hair in her hand and he moved to put his head on her chest.

He sighed deeply, "Yeah, a new day, with absolutely nothing going on! I don't know what to do; apart from you of course," Lydia slapped him, "I'm being serious! I just don't know what to do with myself without a crime to solve."

"God, you are such a police officer," She giggled at his outburst, "I get what you mean though." She bit her lip, "I wonder if this is what finishing school feels like. I still don't know what I'm going to do with my life."

"Get a phD, become a doctor." Stiles said wistfully, "You said that's what you wanted to do?"

"I do...but I don't at the same time; I feel I should be doing a science degree." She said, looking at Stiles.

"Perfect! Become a chemist." He smiled, sitting up again so that he was looking at her lazily, making Lydia feel domestic as fuck.

"I guess that could work." She nodded, "Yeah, I guess I could see myself in a lab coat, making medicine."