Stiles and Lydia scene thang
“Hey guys! You look beautiful, Lyds!” Stiles called, his face earnest and goofy.
You were doing it. This was it. This was the culmination of everything. Or at least, right now, looking into his impossibly pleased face, it felt that way. You felt a small smile twitch the corner of your lips and you didn’t fight it, instead playing it off with a roll of your eyes.
“Hello Stiles. Scott, Liam, I’ll be getting out of the way for this. Don’t make her too mad.” You advised, pulling open the back doors and ushering them in, only to keep ushering Stiles by grabbing his shirt and pulling him after you.
“Uh- Bye!” He called back, voice echoing slightly in the enclosed hallway. You didn’t look back at him, you didn’t need to anymore. Just as you reached for the front door handle, he beat you to it, giving you a small smirk that you ignored.
“After you,” He said silkily and you held in a laugh. Instead, you passed through the door, only to have his hand capture yours on the other side, pulling you to a standstill. You glanced at the closed door then back up to Stiles’ face quizzically.
“You really do look beautiful Lydia.” He said softly, giving you an intent look and you blushed a little. “And I’m apologising in advance for how non-romantic this is going to be. I had a huge plan all set out and now it’s just going to be-"
You cut off his steadily rising fervour, gently squeezing the hand that held yours, giving him a get-to-the-point-Stiles look. A look so specific and tailored just for him it was crazy it took you this long to get here. Not that it was the only response naturally tailored for him, but it was the one you used most often.
“Let’s just go. Yep.” He said firmly and you nodded, opening your mouth before closing it on words that wouldn’t come out right.
You watched as he quick stepped ahead of you, opening the door with a flourish that never seemed to go away and you knew you were a light happy pink. Slightly clumsily, as always, you climbed into the jeep, nose wrinkling slightly at it’s generally trashed look.
“Hey!” Stiles scolded you, eyes trained on yours as you schooled your expression back into indifference at the vehicle. “That’s right, Lyds, don’t even think about it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want to.” You muttered, your gaze marking specifically bad spots on the car meaningfully.
“Oh ha ha.” He growled, a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, the proof that despite what was usually a cardinal sin, he was still enjoying just being with you.
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“We’ve been sitting in silence for an hour, Stiles.” You complained slightly, giving him the be serious look and he shifted, giving you his serious face, mouth closed, eyes on yours. It was slightly unnerving for a moment.
“Okay. Okay. Um…” He trailed off, eyes darting for something to talk about, one fisted hand punching into the other as his mind whirled. For a moment you were lost in him, the way he thinks, but then the moment escaped.
And you were still somewhat cold leaning against his windscreen, shoulders brushing, eyes still half watching the same guy you’d been watching since the start.
“Tell me what you had planned.” You murmured, the words half startling you with the amount of interest they held. You hadn’t really, consciously, thought about what the date could have been.
“What I what?” He stumbled for a moment, before his mind caught up with him and he sighed through his nose. “Okay.”
You felt yourself settle in as if you were on a couch with a glass of wine by the fire, cuddled up to him instead of in a parking lot on the edge of a park, freezing your butt off. Your leg brushed his and you left it there, the rest of you leaning toward him, brushing up your side, stealing his warmth.
You knew he wanted to suggest getting inside the car and turning on the heat. But you also knew he didn’t want to have the gear shift and console between you.
“It was going to be ridiculously extravagant. I’d meet you at the door, giving you the single red tulip I bought because they’re the right flower for you, you’re not a roses girl. Then I’d open the jeep door of course. I’d take you to the park, assuming there was no killer whatevers running around,” You laughed and he paused, watching you contentedly, “which has a clearing filled with fairy lights and scented candles and a blanket with an extra-long pillow. I’d pull out the meal I cooked. You’d wrinkle your nose at the smell, just like that.” He said excitedly, gesturing to your face which you quickly relaxed, making him laugh. “But you’d try it, and it’d be horrible, and you’d tell me. Instead, we’d walk the short distance to that fast food place you secretly like, and when we got back I’d uncork the wine I’d bought. Somewhere along the way I’d lay down and we’d end up watching the stars. I had the big idea that if I saw a shooting star then I’d kiss you, or try to. That would be the decider on whether or not I manned up, leaving it up to chance.”
“Well technically,” You began, a small part in your lips as the mathematics, the probability filled your mind, only to be cut off by his lips on yours.
You didn’t hesitate to kiss back as all the calculations paused, your brain putting everything on hold as you let yourself be in the moment. Stiles, one hand wrapped around your back and toying with the ends of your hair, the other palm spread warmly on your neck, pulled back slightly, giving you a sheepish yet smug look.
“I saw a shooting star.” He informed you, grin spreading like a sunrise over his cheeks. He didn’t look star struck, nor did he look like he’d implode, nor did he look bored. He looked the same, and somehow that made you feel better. He was still giving you the same affectionate, contented and happy look from the beginning of the date. And it felt good because the kiss, while blanking your mind, hadn’t changed anything.
It wasn’t some crazy magic moment because for him, and for you, you suddenly realised, was every moment you were together. Your magic moments were the small things, the looks, the care, the touches. It was the protection and the thoughts.
The physical stuff was just another part of puzzle. The puzzle that already had enough pieces it to be clear what it was.
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Stiles helped you from the jeep unnecessarily, just wanting to have his hands on you one more time before the front door closed between you. Before he shut the door behind you, he leant deep into the car, digging in the backseat, only to resurface with a flower.
It was slightly wilted but you couldn’t hold back your grin.
“I had enough time for some things.” He murmured, hands taking yours, transferring the tulip without letting go as he crowded you in just the right way.
You gave him a the be serious look and a grin broke across his face as he leant in, lips brushing yours slow, then heavy, then hot.
“We’re doing this again and again.” You whispered against his lips, taking the necessary step away before turning tail completely. You didn’t say goodnight, you didn’t want to put an official end to the night, instead letting it fade out, space ready for a new fade in.