"Lydia".
Her name fell onto her own parted lips in a whisper, the boy's voice hoarse and full of promise.
Her eyes opened and the lust filled haze cleared enough for her to see Stiles' molton brown eyes gazing at her. They sparkled with excitement and she stared at him with an awed expression on her face.
There was no getting past it anymore, the boy was beautiful.

She has almost forgotten that he had said her name, his facial expression was expectant above her and his thumb rubbed distracting circles onto the bare skin of her waist. His hand slipped lower, onto her thigh and all words escaped her.
Lydia stuttered and her breath caught in her throat. There was a flash of bright light had flooded the room before leaking back out, leaving them in darkness.

The pair held their breaths and froze against each other, their legs still entwined and clothes scattered across the floor in the most guilty way.
They waited for the tell tale sound of tyres on gravel but it never came. The room was filled with the sound of relieved breaths.

The cloud of lust that encaptured them had been momentarily broken and Lydia was now acutely aware that she was lying on the Stilinski's couch in nothing but her underwear.
She swallowed heavily, her body overheating at the simple thought of her current situation. Added to the mix was the electric feel of Stiles' body pressed against her own.
With every slight shift of his hips, sparks crawled frantically throughout her body, diving into her stomach and twisting there deliciously.

The boy seemed to experience something similar because, with a groan, he pushed himself against her, his eyes fluttering shut and his lips parting.
More passing headlights flooded the living room.
"Stiles".
His lips sought out her neck, dipping down to her collarbone and kissing every faint scratch and faded battle bruise he could find across her skin. When his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin below her ear, she could only breathe out, "We have to go upstai-''.

When their lips found each others again it was still so new and different that it took Stiles' breath away. Hs large hands every smooth expanse of Lydia's skin that he could find. Her long legs wrapped around his own and he felt her lips slow when she came to realize his jeans were still very much on his body.
She squirmed out from underneath him and he groaned at the sensations she caused. With a smirk, her small hands dropped to his belt and she perched on his lap with a smirk upon her swollen, ruby lips.
He gazed up at her in complete wonder, his hooded eyes taking in her messy, strawberry blonde locks and the way they grazed his stomach as she tilted her head.
His abdominal muscles clenched at the tickling sensation and he swore under his breath as Lydia pulled impatiently at his belt. Her hands fumbled nervously and Stiles' smiled a little as he watched her hands tremble.
His own reached out to cover her own.

"You don't have to..''
"I want to''.
He bit his lip at her words and counted to ten in his head before meeting her sincere gaze. Her hazel eyes were now a glowing emerald and freckles of gold drew him in. Her long lashes brushed the tip of his nose and his shaky breath fell upon her lips.
"Lydia, where is this going?''
She licked her lips in anticipation; out of nervousness.
"I don't know'', she admitted with a shy smile, "I don't care either, I just don't want to stop''.

The words had barely left her lips before Stiles' captured them with his own. He pulled her down onto him, her legs falling to either side of his hips naturally, as if they did it all the time.
"I don't want to stop either", his words tumbled into her mouth in harsh pants and she could only nod as her lips crashed into his.
Her hands made their way into his hair and she pulled almost too harshly at the mussed ends when his fingers traced the lacy edge of her underwear.
He hissed in both pain and pleasure at the sensation but he paused and looked up to her.
Lydia's eyes were closed and her lips were parted, her skin flushed and her cheeks rosy.

Stiles' watched curiously as his one calloused fingertip slipped under the waistband and disappeared into lilac lace, stopping once again on his curious path.
Her lashes fluttered and a breathy ''oh'', left her lips.
He stared up at her in wonder only finally propelling himself back into reality when Lydia leant her forehead against his own and whisper into his ear, ''please don't stop''.
''Fuck''.