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Lydia was so done fighting about this subject anymore, she said no, he said no way she’s going there without him so they fight all over again.
“I told you, you should stay at home, it’s just 2 days there and I’ll be back, you don’t need to be there” Lydia said calmly, avoiding her temper to yell at this point, because he was driving her insane
“And I told you no way you are going there alone” Stiles followed her to their bedroom, making point with his hands. “It’s too dangerous”
She stopped in the corridor. Turned around to face him.
“Stiles!” She suddenly turned around, gazing in his whiskey brown eyes with a strict face “Someone needs to stay with him”
Lydia pointed to Andrew’s bedroom, Stiles looked at the room of their kid, who is 4 and a half, by the way and tried to say something that would literally drive her crazy.
“Well, about that…” Stiles began “I thought… Maybe…”
“If you say we take him with us, I am gonna kill you!” Lydia cut him off, already knowing what he was trying to say “There’s not a chance in hell we’ll take our baby boy to that cursed city when there’s something supernatural is going on, you promised me!”
Yes, that’s right, he promised her and Stiles would never break a promise he’d made to Lydia. He knew she was right; it’s just he doesn’t want her to go alone and be in danger… They left Beacon Hills for good when they finished college, then one thing led to another and now they are parents, Andrew is what they need to worry about, not supernatural creepy stuff.
“He’s not baby boy anymore” Stiles tried to argue back but he knew it was done, when she was looking him that way, it was done
“You. Are. Staying.” Lydia said with assuring tone “I’ll be back before you know it, I can’t say no to Scott, not right now, after everything he and Malia went through…”
“And I can? He asked me to come too” Stiles protested, they were arguing in the middle of the corridor in their house, it was almost midnight and Andrew was asleep, but still, why were they arguing there…
Lydia went into their bedroom, sitting on the bed, trying to figure out the way to make Stiles stay, because, on the one hand, she didn’t want to put him in any form of danger and, on the other hand, even if she wanted him to come, it’s still dangerous, he’s just a human and… She didn’t want to think about it, but… If anything were to happen to her, Andrew needed parent, she was raised without a father and she knew what it was like to have no father and that’s what she promised herself back when they decided to have a baby, Andrew will never feel that, so, here, sitting on their bed, she is thinking what to do to make him stay.
He followed her, closed the door behind him and sat on the nightstand, looking his wife from behind, knowing she was trying to figure something out. It was clear that he should stay, he knew he wouldn’t be much help out there and, really, not a chance in hell he’ll take his son in that city when there’s something supernatural going on… It’s just… He can’t lose her. So, he should just believe in her, he believed in her many times and it always worked out, so it’s just this one more time and he was ready, he was ready to suffer just for a short period of time, for her.
“Okay…” He stood up to sit beside her on the bed, carefully grabbing her to put her in a hug” “I’ll stay… But!”
She was happy, he still believed in her…
“I will text you at least 5 times an hour and call you at least twice a day” She finished his sentence and kissed him lightly with a smile on her lips
“That’s my girl” He said through kissing and put his hand in her hair to pull her closer, his other hand found her cheek.
She leaned into kiss, wanting more and he backed up a little with and chuckled
“He’ll wake up” Stiles said “He’s finally sleeping we don’t want to wake him up, huh?”
She knew he was teasing because Andrew slept like a dog.
“I will be quiet” She said as closing distance between them one more time “Promise” She said with a smirk on her face, the one she knew Stiles wouldn’t resist and he couldn’t…
“Teasing won’t work, huh?” He said after a few seconds, pulling away second time
“If you break the kiss one more time without good reason, I’ll stop kissing you for a week” Lydia said and added quickly, because he knew what he’d say “And yes! before you say it! I can’t last longer than a week”
He smiled, now he was leaning in to kiss her again. Without warning, his mouth was on hers. He kisses her roughly. Completely inflexible. His hands are on the back of her head, holding her in place. Not giving her a chance to back away for revenge. And for a long, adjourned moment, she’s frozen, unsure of whether she wants to push him away to get her revenge, because he backed away 2 times already, or to give in. Then, all at once, heat spreads through her, and she was all in.
Lydia’s heart pounds and she feels the tingle starting in her toes. Stiles removes his hand from her back to brush a strawberry blonde curl out of her eyes. His fingers brush her cheek and his thumb slides on her cheekbone, she feels that pull in her bellybutton that goes straight through to her spine. As he tucks the hair behind her ear, his hand went to her jawbone. It's astoundingly soft, and she snuggles lightly against it. He leans down slightly then pulls back a bit to catch a breath and to let her catch a breath.
Lydia’s out of breath, but she is ready to tease him again
“I thought I told you” She was catching her breath “If you back away one more ti-“
He didn’t let her finish that saying and he yanks her against him and bends his head to kiss her again, with more passion. Lydia melts into him as his fingers tangle in her hair. Her mouth opens to his, and their tongues meet for the briefest instance before he pulls away, again!
But it’s sweet, it’s not a tease or getting on her nerves, it’s just… he’s studying her, 13 years of relationship isn’t enough! there’s still many things to study about her.
They stare at each other. She sees stars in his eyes, as if he can't believe if she’s real.
After few minutes and catching their breaths, Stiles is coming nearer and closer and the way he's observing her makes Lydia think that she’s going to have the most starry-eyed night in the history of her lifetime. She unfastens her mouth to say something and, before she could, Stiles sticks his tongue down her throat. They are on a bed, pashing, and she doesn't even know what's got her to this point, she’s powerless, Stiles is in total control. What had he done to make her this helpless? A look in the corridor? A flirt this morning in the kitchen? All she recognizes is that no one exists around them, just them and thank God Andrew is deep in his sleep, because it will be loud night... She doesn't know whether he’s kissing her for five minutes or five days and her mouth feels swollen, but she can't let go.
For one rapid second, it looked like that they both had the same plan, make out until the oxygen would run out, then take a break to breath and come back to each other’s lips. Stiles looked at her and she looked at him. Both of their hands moved forward, cupping each other’s faces. It must have been in slow motion, because Lydia had a fragmented moment there to be reminded of every guy that tried to kill them or stay between them. She pondered, just for a second, if someone would stay between them just right then, if there had been a tiny obstacle to stop them kissing, they would have destroyed it because their heads moved completely together and their mouths landed in the right place, which was on the other person's. It was a tangible kiss.
She moaned in the kiss, making him kiss more overpoweringly, closing every possible inch between them.
“I thought you said you’d be quiet” Stiles now was kissing her neck, the sweet spots he knew she liked.
“Shut up” Lydia said as grabbed his hair to make him as close as possible to her neck.
She gasps as soon as he finds that spot that makes her weak and she can feel Stiles’ smile against her skin. He picked her up in a quick motion, looks like bed wasn’t enough for him, well, it wasn’t enough for her too… His body is pressed against hers as he pushed Lydia up against the wall of their room. She put her legs around his waist and his lips still attached to her neck. Stiles’ left hand found its way in her hair, pulling it softly from its ends to get a better access on her neck. His other hand landed on her waist, just under the rim of her sweater, gripping her hip slowly.
He was satisfied with her neck, now he needs her lips again, they had done this millions of times already, but each time it was more demanding, she wanted more, he wanted more, they were hungry of each other.
Stiles’ lips detached from her neck and, in the darkness, he still could see her green eyes staring at him with a lit fire in them, asking him for more. His right hand was now going down from her hip as his palm curved over her ass and down the back of her thigh, squeezing it tightly. His other hand found its way down to her spine, sitting on the other side of her ass as he completely holds her.
Their lips are still attaching on one another, they both struggle to breath but none of them is strong enough to break this kiss, not yet, but she should win, Lydia always wins, so she bites his bottom lip and he pulls away because it hurts… Lydia notices happy anger on his face but the pleasure could be felt in it too. He grabs her away from the wall, making his way to the bed again but, something is different… He always loved to be on the top of her but now, he just sat on the bed and Lydia was sitting in his laps, that was new… Well, she liked it…
She brings her lips back to his, now it’s her turn to find his neck and she slowly pushes his head back to gain an access. The moment her lips found his neck she hears Stiles moan slightly. She knew every single thing about what makes him weak, Lydia takes this moment to make him weaker, grinding her hips around his and he was so done right now, she has won… His head comes back up with his eyes completely full of stars and fire. The defeat could be seen in them.
“You win, you win so much” Stiles moans again as gives her total control.
Stiles’ hands were on her waist and he grabs the hem of Lydia’s sweater and pulls it over her head. The one and only obstacle for him, covering her chest, is Lydia’s green bra. His left hand goes up her back to open it but she smiles as pulls away in protest
“You are still wearing your stupid shirt” Lydia cups his cheeks “That’s not fair…”
He cut her off by smashing his lips on her again. In the dark of their room, the only source of light was the one from corridor, they always left it on, because Andrew preferred it and the one from the street, it was still too dark.
In the shadows of those lights, her face was close to his, he could smell her essence, her strawberry blonde curls which smell like peaches. Their noses bumped into each other as they caught enough breath to continue. Lydia’s tongue was in his mouth, it was funny, how 16-year-old stiles would only dare to wish to look at her, he had merely wished anything more than looking at her and look at them now, married for 10 goddamn beautiful years, full of love, the real love. Never have 16-year-old-Stiles ever thought about Lydia’s tongue would be in his mouth, well, not like this… charged like some twisting wave-shaped into his gaping mouth, it overpowered all of his wits as it hunted through some unapproachable places of his mouth, it twisted, it pulsated… He could swear Lydia’s tongue even turned upside down one time. She had the power to force him to take of his goddamn shirt. he was helpless, it could be seen in his closed eyes.
Their kissing was more than kissing. It was like an opening their souls, tasting their feelings and seeing every color one could possibly see, it’s almost like catching a smile in a bottle, it has this softness one couldn’t explain, it has sweetness. Kissing Stiles is like breathing in the person like a cool inhalation of oxygen to warm her soul, he made her feel full, he made her feel complete. For her, in that moment, nothing in the whole wide world exists but Stiles. The feeling they share is mutual. Lydia couldn’t put her feelings in words so she just moans against his lips.
They parted almost 10th time during this make out session
“I love you” She breathed out, completely exhausted from this long session of kissing the love of her life.
“I love you” Stiles replied.
“Thanks for believing and thanks for letting me go” Lydia hugged him, they were both so turned on right now, half naked but she needed to say this before they’d rip of the rest of the clothes off each other. “I swear I’ll be back before you know it!”
Stiles said your welcome with a soft kiss and before he could do anything more… Someone entered the room; he was topless and Lydia was wearing sweatpants and a bra.
“Mommy, will you read me some story, I couldn’t sleep because of noises” Andrew murmured, rubbing his hair, yawning “Hi, Dada, thought you were at night shift”
Little four-and-a-half-year-old boy slowly stepped in the room, they quickly dressed on, well, he was just a kid but, you know, instincts to dress when someone comes into their room
Stiles remembered that one time when his Dad entered his room without knocking and… they weren’t just cuddling…
“Come here, champ, Dada is gonna read you something” Stiles grabbed his son and hugged him, kissing his head.
Andrew had dark brown hair, Stiles’ nose and his eyes, sometimes Lydia was being funny jealous about that, how he managed to make their kid just like him. He was like little Stiles. Lydia was happy seeing her family, the husband she loved, the kid they loved and the family she always dreamed of, with Stiles.
They laid into bed, under the sheets, Andrew between them as their hands intertwined over his little belly.
“So… What story do you wanna hear, sweetheart?” Lydia pushed his long hair from his forehead to leave soft kiss on it
“The one when Dada and you drove from pop-pop’s house to Washington” Andrew said with an interest in his voice, how the hell did he know about that trip, the one where Lydia helped Stiles setting his dorm up back in 2013…
Stiles looked Lydia curiously, he shouldn’t have known that story… huh…
“Pop-pop told you that story?” Lydia asked his son, but she knew he wouldn’t.
“Nope, uncle Scotty did” Kid said and looked at his parents “What?”
“Nothing, no, nothing” Stiles smiled at him “Well, Lyds, why won’t you tell him that story?”
That was not a story parent would want to tell their child… it was uncomfortable in every way… Lydia’s car was not that big…
“I will, love, just after I will K-I-L-L your best friend” she spelled kill so Andrew wouldn’t hear it and began talking about how long and boring their ride was, stopping at every McDonalds, because, apparently “Your Dada was hungry… Always so hungry…”
Stiles chuckled as he put his head down to be near Andrew, they both cuddled in Lydia’s arms. He picked Andrew so he could be the one between, Lydia spooned him and Stiles spooned Andrew
“Uh-huh, champ, Dada was hungry at every stop” Stiles said and kissed Lydia’s forehead.
They slept through the night peacefully, hugging each other.
In the morning, before Lydia’s flight, Stiles demanded to take a picture before she’d leave for Beacon Hills. She was playing with Andrew, he wanted to capture that moment. That’s what Stiles always dreamed of, his family, his happy family, everything one could dream of.
So, he did.