Stydia One Shots

Red Wine

Warning: mentions of cheating.

They snuck into her lake house on a summer night.

It was abandoned.

It hadn't been sold, despite the most valiant attempts of her mother.

The red wine stain was still on the carpet.

He noticed the way her eyelashes fluttered, gazing up at the moon. The silver light from it illuminated her irises.

"Lydia," His voice was milk.

She dipped a foot into the water, letting it wash over her toes. She peered up at him from her spot on the dock, smiling as soft as cashmere. He sat down next to her.

"I've always loved this lake," Her voice was honey.

She lay her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around her waist. They dangled their feet in the water.

Their meetings have always been secluded and rushed. Secret and guilty.

But he let himself relax, breathing in the smell of her vanilla skin.

The guilt would always creep back into him anyways. He would remember his girlfriend, her loving words hidden beneath rough skin.

He didn't deserve Malia.

Her cherry lips met his.

He forgot about Malia.

"Swim with me," She mused, slowly slipping away from him. Her dress was gone.

The white lace gleamed in the moonlight against the creamy skin.

She slowly let herself into the water, before letting it swallow her up whole.

He followed her, letting his jeans and T-shirt lay limp on the docks. Her arms were slung around his neck, and her eyes trapped him underneath her.

She was a siren in the night.

He wanted to drown.

_______

3 months ago.

It started in the playground of their childhood.

The swing creaked underneath him. She was too light to cause a sound.

It was abandoned, the chatter of the rest of their friends flittering into nothing. They were alone.

It started with her smile.

He couldn't keep his eyes off those cherry lips that smiled up at him. He couldn't keep himself from feeling her soft cheek in his hand.

Her lips felt even softer.

As he drew away, it was impossible to read the emotions on her face. It was the first time he couldn't read her. Her face was confused, but her eyes were empathetic.

"Stiles, what-" He darted up, taking several paces away from her. He was breathless.

"I'm sorry." He noticed her bottom lip quake. He walked away, telling himself it was the last time he would touch those cherry lips.