Be Somebody- Stydia

Paparazzi

*What Lydia was wearing when she got off the plane*

As soon as they got off the airplane, they got their bags and headed towards the exit.

Lydia Martin was on a mission, and not even the strongest force of nature could stop her. Stiles was right behind her. They walked through the airport until Stiles noticed something.

He immediately pushed her against the wall.

"What the actual hell Stilinksi?!?" Lydia screamed as she dropped all her bags. Lots of people turned in her direction, but didn't really care about it.

"Look behind me." He states as he looks down at the floor.

"I don't see anythin- holy crap" Lydia said as she went into action.

She pulled out her sunglasses and put them on his face. She pulled up both of their hoods.

"Follow my lead" She said as she grabbed her bags and then his hand. He was surprised at first, but then grasped her hand like his life depended on it. They then headed towards the exit.

Luckily, the paparazzi did not notice them. When they got outside they did not let go of each other's hands since it felt so natural for them.

While they were waiting for their car to arrive to drive them to his house and then to the hospital, the paparazzi came around the corner and, once again, Stiles pushed Lydia against the wall.

He looked at her and he had no idea what to do. That is until he thought of one thing, which was better than anything at the moment.

"Please don't kill me, but I need to get away from them, so just play along" He pleaded as he whispered in her ear.

She nods before he dives down towards her neck and grazes his lips against her neck. He hunches his back so they don't see him. She rolls her neck back to give him access immediately, which he gladly accepts.

He starts to slowly bite down on her skin, and then soothes it with his tongue. She lets out a long slow moan, which was like medicine to the sickness that he has. Love.

He repeated this until there was a large purple bruise on her neck. There body's got extremely close throughout this whole experience.

Neither of them noticed that the paparazzi went right past them, thinking that they were just hormonal teens reuniting after a long distance relationship.

They immediately pulled away when the honk from their car was heard.

Stiles scratched his neck and he blushed. Lydia looked down and avoided her blush from his graze.

Neither of them dared to look at each other. They knew that if there was any eye contact, they would fall in love even more.

Lydia tried to cover up the hickey that she knew was now forming on her neck before she got into the car. She gave up and decided to cover it up in the car, or just use a scarf to cover it up.

They grabbed their bags and headed towards their car.

A/N- small update. stay tuned for the next chapter. its gonna be good. peace out girl scouts