Panic Attack Panky - Stydia Fanfic

Takes my breath away

"Okay, come on. Come on." Lydia rushed Stiles into the empty locker room, panting heavily as she led him, throwing her bag down with his at the door as he crashed against a locker, gasping for air. Kneeling in front of him, Lydia frantically tried to distract him, help him get his breathing under control before he passed out.

"Just try and think about something else, anything else."

"Like what?" Panted Stiles, holding his chest, his heart hammering against his ribcage painfully.

"Uh, happy things. Good things." She suggested, trying to come up with something.

"Uh, friends, family..." Stiles looked up at her with a flabbergasted expression, panicking even more of the thought of his father in danger.

"Oh, I mean... not family." She murmured, mentally kicking herself for being so stupid.

"Oh, god. Okay, uh, just... Try and slow your breathing." She suggested, waving her hands around frantically as she started to panic, terrified for her friend, but trying to focus on calming him down.

"I can't." Stiles panted hard, struggling for each breath. "I can't." He repeated, hyperventilating, clutching his chest. Grabbing his face in her hands, Lydia forced Stiles to look her in the eyes.

"Shh, shh. Stiles, look at me. Shh, look at me." She told him, trying to sooth him, gently rubbing her thumbs back and forth on his cheeks. "Shh, Stiles." Realising that it wasn't working, she did something she didn't expect to do. She leaned in and kissed Stiles right on the mouth.

Stiles' eyes shot open in, grunting in surprise as he felt her lips meet his in what he thought had to of been a dream. But he felt the warmth of her hands on his face running down his jaw, her warm breath blowing on his face from her nose.

Relaxing into the kiss, closing his eyes, Stiles gently kissed her back, returning the pressure of her mouth on his, wrapping his lips securely around hers, moving them with her as they glided over his.

But just as quickly as it started, it was over. Lydia slowly pulled back, holding his chin in her fingertips; slowly pulling them away and close to her chest, eyes still closed and eyebrows raised in wonder, lips still slightly parted from the ghost of the kiss, confused about what to think and feel about what she just did.

Stiles just stared at her, brow furrowed, breathing heavily as he waited for her to open her eyes. When her eyes finally opened, she looked at Stiles with a confused but expectant expression as she stared into his eyes, trying to read his face.

"Ooh." Stiles said breathily. "How'd you do that?"

"I, uh... I read once that... Holding your breath could stop a panic attack." She replied slowly, her voice slightly breathy.

"So," She started, licking her lips awkwardly. "when I kissed you, uh... You held your breath." She said, carefully reading his expression, anxious about what he would say or do, while also surprised it worked. Had it been anyone else, it probably wouldn't have worked.

She knew he had feelings for her, but he had never acted on them. And now after this kiss, she was simply confused about her feelings for him. They had been becoming friends over the past few years, but now after this kiss, something changed. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her face felt flushed.

"I did?" He replied, still trying to compute what had just happened.

"Yeah. You did." She replied gently, swallowing softly. Letting out a relieved breath, Stiles started to relax.

"Thanks." He said in a small voice, swallowing thickly as he fought off the tears he could feel welling in his eyes.

"That was really smart." He smiled, leaning over to gently peck her on the cheek, Lydia's mouth opening in shock, the same warm feeling washing over her body as his soft lips touched her cheek. When he pulled back, Stiles looked in Lydia's eyes and felt his heart skip a beat.