• this one moment stolen to be alone with you may be my favourite moment yet •
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Stiles followed behind Lydia, as she led the way to her and Allison's dormitory. She sped up the steps, splashing the water lightly as she did. She placed a hand on the cold door handle, and pushed it open. Holding it open for Stiles, she turned to see his eyes were glued on her. They sprung up to meet her eyes, and he smiled. "Thanks."
Stiles moved forward to walk beside Lydia. He kept his eyes trained on her, as she took small steps and swung her arms lightly by her sides. She noticed, and turned her head to the side to look at him. "You don't have to stare at me." She laughed. He shrugged, a smirk on his lips, and Lydia slapped his arm. She dug her hand into her handbag, and shortly pulled out her key card for her room. Slowly coming to a halt, Lydia turned to the right. Stiles stopped, and waited patiently while Lydia fumbled with the card, eventually sliding it through the reader. She shouldered the door open, and once inside, flung her bag to the floor. Slipping out of her shoes, she flung herself on her bed.
She rolled over to face Stiles, who was still stood awkwardly in the doorway. "Well, are you gonna come in?" She asked. "I thought you'd jump at any opportunity to go be in a girls bedroom." Stiles smirked, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "You seem pretty eager to get me in here, princess." He grinned, as Lydia's smile faltered, being taken aback by his comment.
She quickly replied, "Do you have a problem with that, Stilinski?" His grin fell, but was replaced with a genuine smile. He liked this girl. This girl, who he had known no more than a night, had him possessed. This girl pained him with her glowing eyes, her soft hair and her full lips.
Her sharp words had him barely standing; her unexpected confidence making his knees weak. He sat carefully down on the spare bed, of which he understood was Allison's. He shoved his hands in his pockets, and quickly noticed Lydia was looking at him. She was scanning over him, almost cautiously, as if he were a threat. "You know," Stiles began, "if we're gonna get along I may need to know about you first." He chuckled.
Lydia looked him in the eyes. They weren't hard, like usual, but soft, and sweet, the colour reminding Lydia of honey. She shrugged her shoulders. "Ask whatever you want. I'm too drunk to care; I'll forget everything by the morning." She laughed, and rested her head on the pillow, slowly closing her eyes.
Stiles watched her, as her long eyelashes and coloured eyelids soon shielded her vibrant eyes, her hair being knotted and muffled under her. He spoke quietly, as if she were sleeping and he wished not to wake her. "What's your full name?" Not expecting such a simple question, Lydia took longer than expected to answer. "Lydia Martin."
He nodded, putting the name to her face, and understanding how much it suited her. "Okay..." He pondered for a short while. He wanted to get to know this girl, but in this instant, he didn't know what he wanted to be told. "Where do you come from?" He thought he sounded silly, asking such boring questions. Lydia, however, answered willingly. "California. What about you?" She asked.
"Well I used to live in Arizona, but we moved to California because my dad got a job as the sheriff," he explained. "I was only there for about a month before I left to come here, though." Lydia nodded, understanding every word. "It my turn to ask a question." She stated directly. Stiles stayed silent, allowing her to continue. Opening her eyes, she sat up to look at him. "How many girls have you slept with?"
Stiles' eyes widened, shocked by the question. He was, however, glad she had asked this, as he therefore didn't have to worry about being to personal; Lydia had immediately jumped straight in. Stiles thought for a while, but only shrugged his shoulders. "Honestly, too many to count." He smirked, but saw that Lydia wasn't impressed. "So you are a fuckboy?" She asked, not jokingly, but sure it was was a possibility.
Stiles laughed. "You wouldn't be the first person to call me that." A smile slowly emerged on Lydia's face. The sight of Stiles smiling, his eyes bright and his cheeks pink with warmth, was a sight Lydia wasn't too happy to ignore.
His chest quickly slowed, as Lydia watched his face slowly return to normal. "I wanna ask you something, but you don't have to answer, okay?" He said, in a serious tone. Lydia rolled her eyes. "You're gonna ask about Jackson?" She asked, and Stiles nodded. "There's nothing else to know. He was a jackass and he deserved what he got. And I'm glad I-" Lydia was cut short by the door being flung open, it's result being slammed against the wall.
Allison and Scott came crashing in, only partially clothed and their joined faces bedded in sweat. They hungrily grabbed at each others clothes, eager to rip them from one another's heated bodies. Stiles and Lydia watched from afar, lost for words. It wasn't until Stiles gave a quiet whistle that they separated from eachother, breathing heavily. Lydia tried not to laugh, as Stiles grinned.
Both Scott's and Allison's faces flushed, and Lydia stood up from her bed. She walked over to them, bending down and scraping Scott's shirt from the floor. Shoving it to his chest, she said, "Not today. Maybe some other time, when the room isn't already occupied."
Allison glared at her friend, while Scott chuckled. "Of course. Some other time." He turned and winked at Allison, and she laughed. Stiles stood abruptly from where he sat on Allison's bed. "Well, I'm taking this as my cue to leave." He walked past Lydia, glancing at her on the way past. He grabbed Scott by the shoulder and dragged him out the room with him. "See you tomorrow, princess." He yelled, from down the hallway.
Lydia laughed, and placed herself back down on her bed, allowing Allison to close the door behind them. "You two are so cute," Lydia said, slipping into something more comfortable. Allison did the same, and went into the bathroom. Sliding under her covers, Lydia heard Allison say from the other room, "I could say the same about you two." She laughed. "You totally like eachother."
Lydia chose not to reply to this comment. She only closed her eyes, and allowed sleep to consume her thoughts, with the remnants of a smile traced on her lips.
