Signature-STYDIA AU

What's Yours Is Kind Of Mine

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It has been a little over a month since Stiles moved into the room across the hall from Lydia. It's definitely been a difficult adjustment taking into account the number of disputes they had.

Stiles already knew his way around her house, considering he had spent the night multiple times. His comfortability with her home was one of the problems.

For example, a little over a week ago, Stiles took it upon himself to take a shower. As he was scrubbing his hair with shampoo, Lydia came storming into the bathroom dropping her robe, before quickly covering herself up, once she realized he was there.

She immediately yelled at him on the top her lungs. "STILES, GET OUT OF MY SHOWER!"

She didn't see anything, nor did he. The steam in the shower encompassed the majority of the glass, covering most of his body.

"Lydia, it's kind of weird that you are in here, but if you want to join be my guest." He was smirking, as even in the shower his humor never took a break.

Lydia tugged her robe further across her chest. She was overwhelmed by the sight of him taking over her bathroom as she noticed his razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, deodorant, and comb placed on her sink. She stomped her leg on the tile floor, irritated that he wasn't listening. "Stiles, this is my bathroom. Mine. That means that you use the guest bathroom next to the kitchen!" She was marking her territory.

After scrubbing the remainder of suds off of him, he turned off the water. Then Stiles wrapped his towel loosely around his hips, teasingly messing with her, something he always enjoyed. It made him feel in control and was extremely entertaining. "The shower is all yours." He took a step back, ruffling his hair to shake the water out while pressing his teeth on his bottom lip.

She was tempted to drool over his defined muscles but refused him to have that effect on her. "Stop that!"

He snickered. "Stop what?"

Lydia scrunched her face at him, a facial gesture she would do whenever she was fuming, and she most certainly was. It was like she was a fire-breathing dragon, ready to unleash her flame covered wrath on him. "You know what you're doing so don't play dumb!" Lydia pointed an accusatory finger at him. "Now no more funny business! Take your body products when you leave and keep them in the guest bathroom!" She demanded.

"Lydia, I'm not showering in the guest bathroom the shower head is so small. It's practically the height of your shoulders!" He argued. However, he was right. The shower head was extremely low, meaning he had to crouch down just to rinse the suds out, a task that was close to being unbearable. "Your shower is so much better. Besides you used to let me use it!"

"First, I only let you do that because... well, you know why." Lydia was alluding to the two times that they had sex in the shower together. He was wriggling his eyebrows, smiling at the memory and how she stumbled herself in an awkward conversation. "Get your crap out of my bathroom!"

He did as he was told, then she had the pleasure of seeing him walk out.  The two benefits were that he was out of his sight and she got to see his butt outlined by the towel.  Suddenly, Stiles peaked his head out of the doorframe. "Was it the hair ruffling? It was totally the hair. Did it get you turned on?"

Lydia threw a towel at him, expressing that she wanted to maul him if he didn't leave. "Out!" She commanded and with that, he was on his way.

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Then there was scenario two, where Prada got into Stiles' bag of clothes, the first night he arrived.  Prada always was roaming throughout the house, from room to room, so everything seemed normal.