Unspoken-Stydia.

21

It seemed like earth had just stopped spinning. For them, the world stopped as they both pulled back from each other's lips. Both their faces were sweaty and their lips swollen from the extreme tension of their kisses. Whiskey colored orbs looked into emerald green ones. Both their eyes wide. Their subconsciouses just realized what they had just done. Their hearts beat together in a single rhythm. They could both probably hear their own heartbeats in their ears. Their eyes widened hearing the same ring once again. Lydia was the first to stop the gaze. Her head turned to see where the ring was from and then that's when she realized it was her phone that was still inside her jeans. The ring was set different from the others. She recognized the tone she set that to. She realized whose number she set that tone to. Scott.

They were still in the same position with Stiles' arms wrapped around Lydia and Lydia's hands that were ones trying to unbutton his flannel was now resting on his chest. Stiles looked at the direction of the ring as well then looked at Lydia who was staring out of the open. Stiles knew that look meant she was thinking whether to answer the call or not.

" Don't answer. " Stiles whispered. " Please don't. " he placed small and gentle kisses on her neck pleading her not to take the call.

Lydia faced Stiles in result of their lips connecting again. Lydia stopped and breathed. Their noses still touching. She was definitely still thinking of taking the call and Stiles knew that. He watched her. Her eyes still closed tight.

" Please. " Stiles begged.

Lydia pulled away from Stiles. He couldn't help but feel terrible of the loss of contact from Lydia. His subconscious pouted. Lydia immediately went over to catch the last ring. Luckily, she was able to answer it before it ended. Stiles just sat there on his bed. The clothes he wore were messed up and his hair definitely fucked up. His chest was almost bare for there were only two buttons unbuckled. Lydia landed on the floor taking the phone in her hand and placing it on her ear.

" Scott, hey. Sorry. "
" It took you long to answer. Are you okay? " Scott asked with the tone of concern in his voice.
" I was busy, you know, catching up with a few things from last week. " Lydia lied.
Luckily, he couldn't hear he heartbeat through the phone.
" Aw, baby. Sorry I interrupted you. " Scott apologized and he continued going on and on about something Lydia couldn't get for she was distracted with holding back the feeling of guilt and remorse.

Lydia was pressing her lips together and holding back her terrible thoughts about what might happen in the future. After what she had done, she realized she had just cheated and betrayed Scott who had done nothing to deserve such a whore like her. Her subconscious was screaming a bunch of imprecations at her and her inner goddess, repeatedly hitting her head on a steel table. The pain in her heart couldn't even compare to any of that. Lydia closed her eyes shut tightly and biting her lip hard. Her palm placed lightly on her face. She was holding back that familiar feeling in her throat.

" Lydia? Hey, are you there? " Scott asked through the phone.
" Yeah, I am. Sorry, what are you talking about? "
" I'm talking about how you need more rest to recover. I'll come over to your place and do your homework. You need some sl— "
" No, no, no! Scott, don't come over. Seriously, I can take care of myself. " Lydia rejected his offer.
" Well, don't expect me to keep any promises. I still need to look after you. " Scott said. His tone was soft and comforting making Lydia feel more guilty for cheating on him. She couldn't help it anymore. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she swallowed.
" Scott. " she squeaked. " Baby, it's not your job to make sure I'm alright. "
" Yes, it is. " Scott said. Then, there was a small amount of silence. " Lydia, I love you. "