“I scared you, didn't I?” Stiles's voice shook slightly as he spoke.
“What?”
“Earlier. With my panic attack.”
“No.” Lydia answered quickly.
Stiles gave her a skeptical look.
“Okay. You did. But I was just worried and—” Lydia stopped herself.
“And?” Stiles asked.
Lydia sighed. “And I hated seeing you like that.”
“Really now?” Stiles used the same silly tone he'd used many time with Lydia, but there was something different about this time. There was a certain sadness to it. A sadness that broke her heart.
“Yes! Of course, you idiot!” Lydia shoved him gently. “I do care about you.” She paused for a moment, considering what to say next. “A lot.”
Stiles just nodded, clearly at a loss for words.
“Don't let that go to your head, but just—just come back, okay?” Lydia reached out slowly and grabbed his hand.
“With your help, I think I'll be able to do that.” Stiles answered, squeezing Lydia's hand.
Lydia didn't know what to say. She just gave him a weak smile.
“Sorry.” Stiles said quickly. “I guess death makes me cheesy.”
“It's alright.” She said with a shrug. “I guess I can let you be cheesy. Just this once though, Stilinski.”
Lydia took a deep breath as she looked at her friend. He looked beautiful in the moonlight. She loved the feeling of his warm hand intertwined with her own. She suddenly realized how much she loved talking to him. She didn't want this conversation to end. Since she knew this one had a time limit, her heart suddenly ached for the next. The next. What if there was no next conversation? No looking at him anymore? No more rolling her eyes at the stupid things he said? What if there wasn't a next time?
“Stiles?” Lydia's throat suddenly felt very dry. “Stiles, I think I might like yo—”
“Don't.” Stiles said quickly, interrupting her. “Please just don't say something you might not say in different circumstances. Because if you're going say what I think you're going to say, I will wonder if you said it just because of—of the possibility I won't come back.”
“Don't say that, Stiles!”
“Come on, Lydia. You're smart. You know there's a chance for that. And I just—I just want you to wait, okay?”
Lydia nodded slowly. “Yes. Yes, of course. But—uh, there is one thing I'm not going to wait to do.”
Stiles scrunched up his face in confusion. “What's—”
Before he could finish his question, Lydia reached up and gently pulled Stiles in by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. Like with their first kiss, Stiles was caught off guard for a moment. But he quickly recovered and kissed her back. He pulled her in closed by her waist. As they continued to kiss passionately, he ran his hands up her back, causing her to shiver slightly. Stiles's hands reached her head, and he began running his fingers through her hair. Lydia moaned quietly, despite her attempt to not.
“Everyone ready?” Deaton called from the other room.
Stiles and Lydia quickly broke apart, ending their kiss. Lydia slowly released her hands from his collar. The stood their in silence, just staring at each other for a moment.
“Wow.” Stiles said quietly.
“Yeah.” Lydia said. “Wow.”
Stiles glanced at the door. “Well, I guess I better—you know.”
Lydia nodded. “Yeah, of course. Um, I'll be right behind you I just want to, uh, fix my hair.”
