Requested by @BizzlesBbabes !!!
Lydia swung open the front door to his house and stormed into the kitchen so quickly he might've considered she had ran. Slipping in after her, a "Lydia, please" left his lips as he softly closed the door, thanking the heavens his father wasn't home. But she was persistent. As loudly as one possibly could, she dragged a dining room chair across the floor and into the living room.
"We aren't doing this." Stiles sighed, watching as she climbed the chair.
"Damn right we are." Lydia puffed, crossing her arms. "Stiles you know how I feel about Malia!"
In case you're wondering, this is how every fight went. Not that they did it often but when they did, Lydia stood on something to make herself taller than the boy. Maybe it was some sense of pride, maybe it's because she thought he'd listen better, either way is cockblocked the phrase 'you're adorable when you're mad'. I suppose he did take her a little more serious...as serious as it can be when your girlfriend is yelling at you while standing on a chair.
"She needed help with statistics, it was just a couple nights in the library after school." He argued, playing the good samaritan card.
"Oh, You know how Malia is." Her voice was stern, "don't act like she laughed at your witty explanations or had a hand on your arm or some other type of touchy shit."
Stiles stayed silent, licked his lips, and glanced down. Cause it was true. Maybe Malia had tried to secretly scoot her chair closer and maybe she did swat his arm before commenting on his lacrosse muscles.
"That's what I thought." Lydia's voice was threateningly quiet.
"Just because she wants to flirt with me doesn't mean I did it back."
She raised her brows. "So you'll admit it went far enough to be defined as flirting?" He hesitated before opening his mouth to speak, causing her to gasp from his silence.
"Okay, yes she was flirting! But it made me feel good. It made me feel better about myself. If some guy called you cute you're saying you wouldn't giggle o-or blush or any of that adorable shit you do?" He questioned. Well of course I would, but she wasn't about to loose the argument.
She was right and she knew she was right so she avoided his gaze. But his tone was so sweet and she could practically see his melting puppy dog eyes. "Lydia, look at me," he reached for her arms and she let them fall loosely to her sides. "You wouldn't find any satisfaction in a random stranger calling you attractive?"
He looked up to her, waiting for an answer, holding her hands now. But she became infuriated all over again.
"See, where your argument becomes invalid is the fact that Malia is not a random stranger!"
And then she was yelling again. A lot of stuff along the lines of how long they'd been together, how much they loved each other, and this and that. All the while Stiles kept quiet though. Every now and then she had stuff like this built up and it was better for her to just let it out. So he began to help sooth her. As she continued to shout, he began to place kisses along her knuckles and gradually all over her hands up to the wrist. She barely even noticed. The hand he wasn't kissing, he'd massage circles into her palm with his thumb before switching sides. Once, he'd held the back of her hand to his cheek and looked up to her with a sigh as one of her rings brushed his skin. Only midway through her grand speech did she notice.
"AND-" she cut herself off at his kiss, finally looking down to see is softly moused hair "what're you doing?" She asked so softly it sounded as though she might start crying. Leaving one more kiss on her hand, he looked up with a weak smile and she thought he might cry.
"You were angry." He answered simply. His thumbs ran over her knuckles and she sighed when he helped her down from the chair. Her head hurt and suddenly Lydia was so grateful Stiles often dealt with her shit. She stepped into his chest and he wrapped his arms lazily around her, rocking them back and forth gently.
"You love me." It was a kind of statement but somehow maybe a question.
"Mhm." He responded.
"And I was dumb to accuse you of anything."
He shrugged. "You were just jealous."
She pulled back from his chest. That is where he was wrong."Lydia Martin does not get jealous."
He chuckled, "She does when dating Stiles Stilinski."
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Authors note:
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-Chloe
