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"Hey baby, when do you want me over for dinner?" Stiles said down the receiver of the phone in his kitchen.

He heard a popping in the background. "Um, let me check." Lydia said as she smacked her gum. "Mom! What time is dinner going to be?!" She yelled. "She says it'll be ready for six." Stiles heard a smile in Lydia's voice. "I'll see you soon!" She exclaimed excitedly.

Stiles chuckled to himself and hung up the receiver, checking the clock behind him. It was half past four, just enough time for him to change his shirt into something more respectable and grab the peanut butter cheesecake from the fridge that he made last night.

Stiles took his hand out of his pants pocket, balancing the cheesecake in one hand, as he knocked on his girlfriends' front door.

"Hey baby!" Lydia squeeled as she opened the door and took the cheesecake from him.

A huge smile spread across his face. "Hey, Lyd."

They both entered the foyer of Lydias house, a delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. "What smells so delicious?" Stiles asked as his mouth watered.

They reached the kitchen and Lydia slid the cheesecake onto the counter. "Mom's making a roast.. beef, I think? I'm not really sure. Want to go outside until it's ready?"

Stiles nodding, slipping his hand into Lydias as they walked down the hall, through the living room and out onto the back deck. It was a beautiful afternoon, birds chirping and a slight breeze.

They slid into the chairs facing the huge backyard where the willow trees were blowing in the breeze.

"Today is just perfect. It's so nice out." Lydia said as she leaned over to Stiles to give him a peck on the cheek.

Stiles murmured in agreement, playing with Lydia's fingers. They stayed out there until they were called for dinner, a soft tap on the glass by Lydia's father.

They made their way into the house quickly, knowing how good the meal was going to be.

"This smells delicious," Stiles said again as he pulled out a chair for Lydia.

"Thanks, Stiles. Please, sit." Lydia's mother smiled. On the table there were carrots, roast potatoes, green beans, rolls, gravy, and in the center, the roast beef. Stiles sat next to Lydia and started to dish out food.

They got through their meals quickly, with enough conversation to be considered polite. It was just too good of food to be eaten slowly.

Eventually, the Martin's got up, clearing the food and dirty plates. "Just hold tight, we'll bring tea and the beautiful cake you brought. Okay?" Lydia's mother said smiling. "You kids just stay here."

"You sure, Mom? We can help." Lydia offered.

"Don't be silly." Mr. Martin said. "It'll take five minutes."

Soon they left the room, and it was Lydia and Stiles alone.

Stiles took the opportunity to turn Lydia's face towards his, kissing her roughly as he did so. He brought his hand down from her face, down to her chest.

"Stiles," Lydia breathed roughly. "My parents are in the other room."

Stiles brought his lips against hers once more, slowly sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. "They said we have five minutes." He smiled.

"Stiles, it's probably been four." Lydia said, pushing him away gently.

Stiles moved his hand down onto her knee where it stayed. "Fine, baby, I'll be good." He smiled and licked his lips.

Moments later, Mr. and Mrs. Martin came back to where Lydia and Stiles were sitting patiently. They had mugs, a tea pot, some water, and the cheesecake Stiles had made.

"Hope you're ready for dessert!" Mr. Martin boomed in his deep voice.

"I am." Stiles said suggestively.

Mrs. Martin sliced up the cheesecake, and finally both Lydia's parents sat down. Stiles took the opportunity to slide his hand all the way up Lydia's thigh.

"This is amazing!" Mrs. Martin said as she took a bite of her cheesecake.

"Thank you," Stiles smiled, taking a bite of his own cheesecake, as the other hand was hard at work beside him.

Lydia was squirming in her seat, trying her best to get Stiles to keep his hands to himself.

"Baby, you don't want to try your cheesecake?" Stiles teased.

"I.." Lydia's breathing hitched as Stiles twirled his fingers. He was so lucky she was wearing a skirt. "Of course I do."

"Go on then, dear. It's good." Her father said from across the table.

"It's just.." Lydia took a deep breath and closed her eyes as Stiles went deeper. "God, I um.. I have to go to the bathroom." Lydia stared at Stiles quickly, who removed his hand from between her thighs. She backed up the chair and excused herself from the room.

"Stiles this is just delicious. You made this by yourself?" Mrs. Martin questioned.

"Yeah, I learned some recipes from the internet and just decided to try them out. I really have to feed myself since my Dad works all hours." Stiles finished off his cheesecake.

Everyone, apart from Lydia, had finished their pieces of cheesecake. "I'll take the plates in the kitchen." Stiles said as he gathered the dirty plates.

He placed them in the kitchen sink, then went back to the living room. "Why don't I go get Lydia and then we can have the tea?" He suggested.

"Sounds good. Hurry back, son." Mr. Martin warned.

Stiles took the stairs two at a time, wondering what room Lydia would be in. Sure, he wanted to get her back but he also hoped Lydia wasn't mad at him.

"Babe?" He called quietly once he was on the second floor of the house. He found her in the doorway of her bedroom.

"Hey, Lyd. Tea time." He smiled gently.

"You. Are so dead." She said, a smile spreading across her face. She grabbed the back of his head, kissing him hard and pulling him into the room. "I'm still wet," She purred in Stiles' ear.

"Oh, god." He whispered. He could feel the butterflies in his stomach, that knowing feeling that he better either finish this now, or not let it get any further. "Lyd, your Dad said to hurry back. It's tea time."

Lydia put her lips against Stile's ear, hitching her leg up around his waist. "Fuck," Lydia started, really pronouncing the word. "tea time."

Stiles carefully stepped away. "I agree, I agree, yeah. Fuck tea time." Stiles was getting nervous, losing at his own game. "Fuck it, but your Dad scares me, babe, and he'll come up here if we don't go down there. Okay, and neither of us want that.. neither of us want to get caught.. by him. Right?"

Lydia bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Okay, so you don't feel good and I need to drive your car home for you. Okay?"

Stiles nodded and they headed down the stairs, Stiles groaning slightly.

"Mom?" Lydia called loudly. "Stay here." She whispered to Stiles.

She went to talk to her parents, Stiles only able to hear slight murmurs. "'He wants you to keep it." Was the only thing he could understand. A moment later, Lydia came back with a grin on her face. "Where are your keys?"

Stiles ended up driving, which gave Lydia free hands to touch Stiles. She roamed his jeans, feeling what was underneath.

"And you thought you would win this." Lydia breathed heavily as she kissed Stiles' neck.

"Don't make me swerve off the road." He joked back.

"No promises."

Soon, Stiles was pulling into his driveway, and zipped up his pants. "My dad isn't home. Coming?"

Stiles grabbed Lydia's hand and lead her to the front door, quickly unlocking it.

Lydia pushed Stiles against the hallway, but Stiles quickly turned the tables on her, placing one hand on each side of her head. He pressed his torso against her.

"I'm going to make you beg." He whispered in her ear. He placed a kiss against her neck, then quickly, in one swift movement, tore off her shirt.