Stiles and Lydia had been roommates and good friends for nearly two years now with no issues whatsoever. They had met only because they're best friends were dating but after that, you could barely tell Stiles and Lydia apart. They weren't best friends but they were definitely close. The only problem the two had ever encountered was what can only be referred to as 'That Night'. That Night when they decided to go to the club with Scott and Allison. That Night when they didn't drink, not even a shot, so they couldn't blame what had happened on the alcohol. That Night when they left early, when Lydia told him on the car ride home she felt lonely, when he admitted he did too. The night they kissed. The kiss that turned into something more and the something more that confused them both when they woke up in their own individual bedrooms, cold without the heat of the other.
They never really mentioned That Night after that.
But Lydia secretly hoped that he liked her as much as she still liked him.
So the last thing she expected to see when coming home after a trip to the store was a girl on her knees in front of Stiles, who was sitting on the couch. Her face went pale when he moaned and Lydia quickly made it apparent that she was in the room.
"Sorry to interrupt."
"Shit!" Stiles pushed the mystery girl away, his face turning red as he struggled to pull his jeans up over his hips. Lydia was already busying herself in the kitchen, putting away the groceries she had just bought while struggling to ignore the murmurs coming from the living room. The clinging of his belt buckle made her stomach threaten to upturn.
"I only just started." Lydia heard the girl whisper from the other room before Stiles stopped her with silent stuttering.
She couldn't get his moan to stop echoing though her head, like a bad song you used to listen to when you were ten that just keeps playing on repeat. She hadn't heard that noise come from him since That Night and only then did she realize how much she craved it. She missed him, and not just in the friendly-roommate way. Shaking the thought out of her head, Lydia continued to put away the groceries and tried to distract herself by spelling everything out in her head.
B-R-E-A-D
M-I-L-K
S-T-I-L-E-S
The front door closed just loud enough for her to hear that Stiles' guest had left. He cleared his throat and she looked over at him only long enough to see him leaning against the wall, staring down at his feet. "I am so sorry about that." He scratched the back of his neck.
Lydia shook her head. "Don't be, it's totally okay." She tried her best to sound light hearted, like it actually didn't matter. Because it did. It mattered a lot and she hated herself for making it matter. Removing his gaze from the floor, he looked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. "You don't feel, uh. . .like weird about anything, right?"
"What? No, why would I?"
Stiles shrugged. "I-I don't know I was just making sure you were–"
"Fine? I'm fine." She smiled, reassuring him with a loving touch to his shoulder before passing by to get to her room. He melted under her touch, eyes following her curves as she left. The air was too warm for his liking and he could almost taste her lips on his. He hadn't kissed her since– . . . but damn he wished he would have kissed her more after that because he was starting to forget when she felt like.
No.
He couldn't possibly forget that.
Struggling with himself, Stiles debated whether or not to follow her. His brain throbbed with the as he thought of flow charts of causes and effects:
1) follow Lydia [see #3 options]
2) stay in the kitchen [see #4 options]
3a) tell her you love her [see #6 options]
3b)apologize again and make sure she's okay [see #4 options]
4a) get something to eat [see 5]
4b)go to bed [see 5]
4c)finish what blow-job-girl started [see 5]
5) die alone
6a) she rejects you [see #4 options]
6b) she confesses her love [see 7]
6c) she kisses you [see 7]
7) you talk too much and ruin everything [see 5]
