Stydia one-shots

53. Friends

He kissed her lips softly one last time before resting his forehead on hers. She sighed.
"You good?" Stiles whispered with a light breath and Lydia nodded, closing her eyes. The air felt a little warmer than it had before, her hand meeting his cheek just so she could have something to hold. He pulled his blankets up over her shoulders before his own hands rested on her hips.
"Where's your dad?" She asked. Leaning back against he headboard of his bed, Stiles shifted Lydia's body a little further up on his lap.
He cleared his throat, kept the same quiet tone that she had. "He hasn't been home a lot lately. Working on some big case."

Her eyes opened at this. "You want to talk about it?"
"No, no it's nothing like that. I don't feel abandoned or anything, I'm used to it now." He assured her, tracing a heart on her cheek with the tip of his nose. "Do you have to go soon?"
As if realizing she might be late for something, Lydia glanced at the clock on his dresser top. She moved further into him though they were probably as close as two people could possibly get. Shaking her head, he smiled at the answer. "We can go over the Calc homework?"

She shook her head again. "I just want to sit here with you."
The statement made his stomach tighten. Not that he didn't want her to stay (in fact he always wanted her to stay) but usually friends with benefits implied that the benefits part was followed by the friends part. If it was at her house, he left soon after, if it was his house, she left. But she wanted to stay? "Okay." He mumbled, beginning to be a little nervous before he whispered, "Okay."

They sat in the silence but neither found it to be uncomfortable, listening to the breaths that filled their lungs. He focused all of his attention on her right hand, how it held onto his shoulder loosely as she tapped her fingers against the bare skin there. Her other hand rested lightly on his chest, over his heartbeat. Almost in a teasing manner, her lips ghosted over his and every now and then he would inhale a little deeper as if that would somehow finally close the small space between their kiss. A chuckle slipped past him at the thought and he ducked his head. Lips trailed gently across her shoulders, pressed against her collarbone before he rested his forehead on her shoulder. His hair tickled her neck and she sighed, wanting to stay like this forever and a day.

"Stiles?" She was still as quiet as they were being earlier and he lifted his head at the sound of his name. All of a sudden, she looked sad. His palm met her cheek and she leaned into his touch. His stomach pulled into a knot again when she didn't speak, just staring at him for a good while. Then she leaned forward, almost too slow, so slow that he got impatient and closed the last few inches between them, connecting the kiss. He almost melted. It felt like a normal kiss, it felt like what they did just as friends but this was after the benefits. They never stayed after the benefits and they never kissed after the benefits, like some form of unspoken rules. Yet here they were, here they had been for the last few minutes.
But Lydia broke off.

"I don't want you to think that–"
"That what?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything."
"Me either, really. Not anymore." But he knew one thing for sure. So he took a chance. "I like you. More than a friend."
She laughed and he felt queasy. She thought it was funny, she thought him liking her was funny. "Is it really that easy? To say? Out loud?"
"You-you laughed." He stuttered and could see the paleness of his face without needing a mirror. His heart was banging against his ribs, his lungs felt sore. "Oh shit I just ruined everything."

Just when vomiting seemed like a good option, Lydia, still grinning, held his face between her palms. She was giddy and couldn't even begin to explain the rush of relief that overcame her. "Stiles, no. . .I didn't laugh at you."
"Really? Cause I'm almost positive you did–"
"I like you. . .more than a friend." She added. He hadn't even realized they were inching closer until their noses bumped and he hummed happily. The room felt vibrant and he kissed her, quick but meaningful. She likes him. More than a friend.
"What if I ruin everything?" He asked, beginning to worry. "What if you get sick of my jokes or my sarcasm or what if I'm just annoying overall and you want to go back to being friends?"
"You're thinking too much." She assured him, tracing a delicate finger over the freckles on his shoulder. The worry only grew inside of him. It swelled up and pushed against his insides and he felt sick again. He'd liked this girl for an eternity, what if he messed it up.

But then she kissed him again.
And the swelling of panic seemed to deflate.
And suddenly all he could think of was this girl in front of him.
All he would ever think of was her.
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Authors note:

Slow ASF updates but it's only cause ORIGINAL SHIT IS FINALLY MAKING PROGRESS.
LOOK.
LOOK.

And I know this literally looks like nothing but that's not even the writing like that's all just the planning. You haven't even seen the messy timeline or the shitty first chapter rough draft with all these red marks all over it. Like this is just the bare minimum I want you to see YOU DONT EVEN KNOW.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
(P.s. I know I've used this 'Friends' title before but what else am I supposed to label the friends with benefits chapters?)