Don't ya love her madly?
Don't ya need her badly?
Don't ya love her ways?
Tell me what you say.

Love Her Madly, The Doors
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The group relaxes in the safety of their loft. Isaac and Stiles are in the kitchen. Isaac sits at the counter fiddling with his thumbs and talking to Stiles as he cooks the group dinner. They talk just like they used to when they were seventeen and innocent. Stiles isn't very good at cooking, but he has always been the one to do it. It just seems wrong to have anyone else do it.

Scott and Cora are sitting at the table a few feet from Isaac at the counter. The duo is playing a card game that no one else wanted to play. Cora is winning at this point, but Scott likes to think he always has time to win. After nearly killing himself a few days ago when he tried to jump off the building, the rest of the group never leaves him alone, Stiles especially.

Stiles walks into the room he, Scott, and Isaac used to share when they were teenagers. They have just returned from their mission a few hours ago and Allison was in here all this time. Stiles figures it's his turn now. He sits down on the bed next to Scott who is completely silent. "Why?" Stiles asks bluntly with his hands clasped in his lap. Scott squeezes his eyes shut like he is holding back tears, or recalling a memory.

"I didn't even think that she would be there," Scott manages to say in a breathy voice that sounds nothing like his usual tone. Stiles raises his eyebrows.

"That who would be there?" Stiles asks. Scott avoids any eye contact with Stiles, but he still answers. Scott squeezes his hands into fists, his nails slicing into his palm, a mechanism he had formed since the event that made him feel worthless.

"The little girl," Scott answers after a few moments of silence. Scott chokes as if the words are suffocating him. The image of the little blonde girl returns into his head and it is nearly unbearable.

"Scott what little girl?" Scott collects himself so he can answer Stiles.

"There was a girl, maybe seven years old. When I bombed the ninth floor I heard her whimpering. She came to work with her dad. She had a tee-shirt made and everything," Scott says quickly so tears don't have time to come, "she got crushed by a burning bookshelf. I found her and held her as she died in my arms," Scott explains. Stiles stays silent for much longer than he should. Isaac doesn't want to do this anymore. Allison is completely against being an assassin. Now Scott has been destroyed by it. He, Cora, and Lydia are the only ones dedicated to this now. "Stiles her face is plastered on the inside of my eyelids," Scott claims, a single tear falling. All Stiles can manage to do is throw his arms around Scott. He holds the other boy tight to him and just breathes.

"You couldn't of known that she was there. It's not your fault that this is our job. You won't try to hurt yourself again will you?" Stiles asks, with a few tears forming in his eyes. Scott shakes his head.

"It sounds selfish, but you guys really need me. Think about it, what would happen if one of us died?"

And they boys do think about it. Stiles informed the others what happened and since then Scott has always been accompanied. Stiles doesn't even sleep. He just sits in bed all night watching Scott, fearing that he will loose his best friend. The bones stick out obnoxiously in Stiles face from lack of eating. The dark circles under his eyes are a shocking contrast against the pale white of his skin. Scott has noticed these problems, all of them have, although no one has approached him about it yet.

Across the room in the makeshift living room Lydia is fast asleep on Allison's shoulder as she watches a random television show. Allison is a sucker for dramatic shows. Stiles always jokes that she should act in a soap opera. "Dinner is ready," Stiles yells from the kitchen. Allison shushes him harshly.

"Quiet you daft dimbo, Lydia is sleeping," Allison hisses.

"She won't sleep tonight if she sleeps now," Cora claims as she clears her and Scott's card game from the table. Stiles places a pile of plates onto the small wood table.

"She doesn't sleep at night anyways," Stiles says with a sly smirk. Isaac makes a gagging noise in the back of his throat.

"I'm suddenly not hungry," he says walking over to the fridge to grab a beer bottle. Stiles chuckles to himself as he grabs some more silverware.

"Coming to eat Ali?" Scott asks to Allison who is still on the couch with the seeing Lydia.

"I don't want to wake her," she claims kindly. Stiles slams the silverware on the table happily and sprints over to the couch. "I do!" He yells. He jumps practically in Lydia's lap and kisses her hard on the mouth, making Lydia jump out of her sleep. Her green eyes are wide open and her curls stay dented every which way. Allison rolls her eyes and walks away to the table. Eventually Stiles and Lydia join them. Lydia plops down in between Cora and Scott. Stiles goes to get the food from the stove. Allison sits gracefully down next to Scott, and an open seat. Isaac comes back to the table with his beer and picks the chair next to Cora, an empty seat between him and Allison is present. Stiles places spaghetti and meatballs on the table along with a salad.

"Someone say grace," he demands as he sits in between Allison and Isaac. Cora piles a portion of noodles onto her plate.

"Grace," she says matter of factly. Isaac laughs to himself and then the rest of them repeat, "grace." Dinner is over quickly and for a few minutes the friends just talk after they finish their meal. Soon it is time to head back to their rooms. As they file down the stairs back to the main part of the institution Isaac closes the door quietly behind them.

When Lydia goes to follow Allison and Cora to Cora's room which they have claimed to share for the night, someone tugs her away. She finds herself looking up at Stiles as he pulls her gently away with a smirk on his face. "Come with me," he demands kindly.

"Where?"

"Somewhere special."
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Cora tells Allison that she will meet her in her room in a few minutes. Allison smiles brightly and keeps walking where as Cora stops and waits for Isaac go catch up to her. Scott wanders off after alone, and for the first time, they all forget that he is not supposed to be alone. Isaac smiles as he approaches Cora. He wraps his arms around her neck and leans into her awkwardly considering their drastic height difference. He leans into her like a dog, nudging his head into the crook of her neck. "Hello Lahey," Cora whispers happily. Isaac lets out a long and tired sigh in her neck, his warm breath sending chills up her spine.

"I love you," Isaac tells her, his voice muffled by her dark hair. Cora closes her eyes and wraps her arms tightly around the small of Isaac's back.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" She pleads. Isaac doesn't hesitate to whisper back his reply.

"I would never."

"Don't keep secrets from me," Cora demands softly. Isaac nods.

"You have my word," Isaac claims.

"Then tell me," Cora starts, "why don't you miss you parents?" Isaac freezes at first and they pulls away from Cora's embrace.

"Uh, I don't know, I-"

"Stop the lies, tell me," Cora begs. Isaac shakes his head violently.

"Don't make me Cora," Isaac pleads disdainfully. Cora takes his hands in her own.

"I can help," Cora claims. Isaac shakes his head again.

"No one can," Isaac begins, his voice shaking, "because no one can take away bad memories." And with that, Isaac walks quickly away, leaving Cora more confused than ever. She stands is that spot, deep in her thoughts when a familiar deep voice makes her jump. Out of instinct, she tugs a knife from her belt loop.

Derek leans against a doorway, his arms folded across his chest, "hows that whole love makes us stronger crap going?" Cora sends a harsh glare his way.

"Go fuck yourself," Cora hisses. Derek shrugs.

"Don't get me wrong, if it wasn't against our laws or if we weren't killers, I would tell you to get married right now, but unfortunately this is how our lives go, I would know." And with that, Derek sulks back down to his room.
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Stiles throws Lydia onto the bed in one of the guest rooms gracefully. He slides on top of her, causing Lydia to smile mysteriously. Stiles brings his lips to her neck. His hot breath sends shivers up her spine and she arches her back into him. Stiles' hands work at the bottom of Lydia's shirt, trying to rip it off of her. When he can't do it fast enough he makes almost a deep growl in the back of his throat. Lydia hides a whimper at the sound of his frustration. Stiles kicks off his shoes and then finally gets Lydia's shirt over her head. Throwing it at the wall triumphantly, Stiles brings his lips back to Lydia's bare chest.

His lips leave dark bruises from the crook in her neck down to the line of her bra. Lydia holds in a loud sigh as he kisses her all over. Stiles' famous speed shows as he begins to work off her denim shorts. Lydia's dainty fingers make him pause so she can rid Stiles of his shirt. Her fingers run like a smooth river over the hard hills and valleys down his toned abdomen. Stiles' mouth is left slightly open before he slams his lips back to hers. Her hands move to his long shaggy hair, tugging hard on it as he teases her by rubbing the inside of her thighs. She brings her mouth to his ear. "We are going to need to put on some music, it's about to get very loud," she teases.  Stiles bites down on his obottom lip hard and tries to calm the swelling in his pants. Lydia slips out from under him, her hair sticking to her back with sweat, and walks to the dresser. She plugs her phone into the docking station on the night stand and begins to blast a random song. The music blares as Stiles runs across the room, back to Lydia with his intense speed.

His hands grab her thighs and he drops her as gently as possible onto the dresser top a few feet away from the bed nightstand. She sighs and brings her lips tightly against his. His tongue slips into her mouth and grazes her own. Lydia's hands clasp tightly to Stiles neck. Stiles resides between her spread thighs as she sits restlessly on the top of the dresser. One of Lydia's hands leaves his neck to unzip Stiles tough jeans. Stiles lets then drop to the ground. His hands move once again to her bottom and he lifts her up.

Moving her back against the nearest wall, Lydia smirks. Stiles lowers Lydia just enough so her toes brush the hardwood floor. Stiles smirks through their passionate and violent kiss. Lydia lifts up her thighs with her own muscle from years of training and fastens them tightly around Stiles waist, her skin brushing the soft fabric of her boxers. Stiles takes one of his hands from her thighs and instead occupies it with another job. He slips a finger into her black lace panties. She bites her lip until it is white, their kiss now broken. Stiles' face is buried in her shoulder, every inch of then touching as she hovers over the floor, between his hard chest and the wall. Stiles slips two fingers into her and moves them around methodically. Lydia tries to bite back a moan and then remembers the loud music she turned on so no one would hear them. The dainty moan slips from her mouth and the mere sound fuels Stiles fire and determination. Another finger is added inside of her and he pumps them slowly, knowing he is teasing her. She clutches his back as she bounces a bit against the wall. When Stiles slips in yet another finger Lydia moans louder than before and Stiles smirks widely. He pumps his hand and Lydia claws at his back.

Figuring that it's time Stiles got his special treatment, Lydia pulls off of Stiles. She lands on the ground and instead presses his back into the wall. Her small hand grabs his and she brings his palm to her breast. He gropes it gently, but when she presses his hand harder against her, he knows he has her permission to be fierce. Lydia then occupies herself with the growing lump in his boxers. She slips her hand down his pants, her palm pressed hard against him. Her fist grabs him tightly and she slides it up and down slowly at first. Stiles bites his lip as Lydia works. She soon grabs it even tighter and starts to pump strongly. Stiles sighs in pleasure and warns Lydia. "I'd move to the bed Firecacker," he suggest in a deep and breathy voice. Stiles pressures her back slowly. Her back falls comfortably back onto the bed. She pulls him down on top of her. Stiles unclamps her bra and chucks it across the room. Next she helps him remove her black panties. The fly somewhere unnoticed along with Stiles boxers. Stiles places a hand on either side of Lydia's head and positions himself. As Lydia takes him all in, she sighs.

He starts off slow, trying to get Lydia to adjust. She grips the sheets of the bed tightly, gulping back a scream. Stiles hands move to the headboard as he raps his hips against hers harshly. Lydia feels the pressure build up and knows the end is coming. They hold off as long as possible. Soon Lydia spills all around Stiles, but she finds that he has not finished. Lydia takes matters into her own hands and starts to caress his abdomen and waistline. She takes one of his hands and places it back on her breast as he thrusts and then finishes. Stiles falls partially on top of Lydia, their hot naked bodies pressed tightly together. Their breathing is loud and labored. After a few minutes Stiles rolls off of Lydia and onto his back next to her. "You up for round two?" Lydia smirks.

"Not me," she says seductively and moves herself so she is straddling his hips. "Just you." She kisses down his abdomen and Stiles shivers. His toes curl as Lydia's lips make it down, all the way down.
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Cora finds Allison sitting in her room casually on the queen sized bed. Allison smiles as she fiddles with the hem of her black tank top. "Hey," she greets. Allison then notices the dismal expression on Cora's face. "Cora, what's wrong?" Cora plops down on the bed next to Allison, her hands folded in her lap. She takes a deep breath and holds back the tears that she rarely lets go.

"Isaac won't tell me why he doesn't miss his parents, but he did say that he has awful memories," Cora explains, "what do you think happened?" Allison only shrugs.

"I really think that if he wants help you are the first person he wound go to," Allison exclaims, "he really loves you." Cora nods slowly as she kicks off her shoes. She rubs her forehead with the heal of her hand, trying to push away her head ache.

"Oh god, I must of sounded like such a bitch for pressuring him," Cora claims. Allison forces a sad smile and places a hand on Cora's leg. She leans her head into the young Hale's shoulder. Cora tips her head so it is leaning on Allison's. Memories of the girls doing this years ago surface in their minds.

"You are just concerned," Allison suggests. Cora smirks and picks up her head from Allison's. Allison sits back up straight as well.

"Speaking of concerned, where's Lydia?" Cora asks. Allison smiles mischievously.

"Miss Martin has followed Mr. Stilinski down to the third floor where the guest bedrooms are," Allison starts, "and has yet to return." Cora laughs and get up off the bed to change into her pajamas which consist of soft shorts and a t-shirt.

"As long as they are using protection I am okay with it. You and I need to tell her that it's doesn't affect the pleasure, just in case she doesn't know," Cora says as a joke. Allison however, does not laugh. After Cora has changed, she realizes that Allison's face is dead serious and she seems to be in a trance. "Ali are you okay?" Cora asks, concerned. Allison forces a smirk that only resides on her face for a matter of seconds.

"I wouldn't know if it makes a difference because I never had to use one," Allison tells Cora with a placid voice. Cora cocks an eyebrow.

"You aren't a virgin though," Cora states as more of a question than a statement.

"Of course I'm not, I just never had to use a condom or birth control because I can't get pregnant," Allison says, holding back tears. Cora stays silent for a moment, taking in the sudden information.

"Allison I'm sorry, you never told me that," Cora starts, "who knows?" Allison takes a deep breath before answering.

"Stiles and Scott," she informs Cora, "Stiles kind of figured it out somehow because Lydia was telling him that she never found any birth control that belonged to me, and he asked Scott for a condom one night and when Scott didn't have one because he was only having sex with me Stiles kind of put the pieces together. Stiles found me in the library and said to me 'you either want to get pregnant even though it is strictly forbidden, or you can't get pregnant,'" Allison tells to Cora. Allison smiles grimly as she remembers Stiles saying that to her. Stiles was very supportive when he figured out that she couldn't have children. He had said how it wouldn't effect any part of her relationship and that it wasn't her fault. "I just told Scott because I thought we were going to be together forever," Allison continues. It's hard to think of how close Scott and her were years ago. They had both believed they were going to be married someday. Now they were at such a weird place. They haven't had sex, but they hold hands and kiss. It's an odd place to be at.

"I don't mean to be incredibly rude, but how did you find out that you were infertile?" Cora questions with her legs crossed under her. Allison bites her lip before responding.

"I'm not infertile, my parents had my tubes tied without me really knowing. They drugged me and a few weeks after it had happened I still had no idea what had happened. Then my aunt let something slip about it. That is when they told me about my family being assassins and that's when I ran with Lydia to the institute," Allison explains. Cora rubs her shoulder sympathetically.

"Sorry I'm not really good with being sympathetic," Cora claims awkwardly, "I bet Stiles was better at it." Allison smiles dismally and throws her arms around Cora. She lets out years worth of tears and emotions. The shoulder of Cora's t-shirt is soaked in Allison's tears by the time the girl has calmed down.

The door of Cora's bedroom bursts open and in comes a disheveled Lydia. Her hair is tossed messily all to one side, soaking wet. She wears only a men's t-shirt and her lace underwear. Whatever little makeup she has on her face is smudged. Her shoes are in her hands. Lydia nearly falls right into the corner of the dresser. She drops her shoes with a loud clunk and then looks up at the two girl. "Hey sorry I'm late, I was- Ali, what's wrong?" Allison sniffles and forces a smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine, Cora and I were just talking about something funny, these are laughing tears," Allison makes up the excuse. Lydia nods her head in understanding. When Lydia flips her head down to put it in a bun Allison mouths to Cora, don't tell her, she's to happy. Lydia, her hair now out of her face, plops down on the bed next to her two best friends.

"So how did it go?" Cora asks with raised eyebrows. Lydia falls so her back is pressed against the soft mattress. She lets out a loud breath.

"Which time?" Lydia asks with a giant smile on her face. Allison's mouth falls into an 'O' shape and Cora raises her eyebrows even higher in surprise.

"All of them!" Allison answers in a half shout. Lydia sits back up and stares at the two brunettes.

"I lost count of how many times I orgasmed," Lydia states bewildered, "when we finished the first time I thought we were done and he's all like   'let's go for round two,'" Lydia mocks Stiles manly voice, causing Allison to burst out into giggles. "So I was much to tired, so I you know, made him you know and then he fucking sits up and picks me up and brings me into the bathroom," Lydia exclaims, "so now I'm in his arms like what the fuck and then he brings us into the shower. He turns on the water and presses me to the wall, and you know what happens after that," Lydia lets her sentence go and gestures to her hands, trying to tell them that she was fingered in that shower. Allison and Cora sit there in shock, just staring at Lydia like she just told them the world was ending tomorrow. 

"And now here you are," Cora says to slice through the awkwardness in the air. Lydia shakes her head no, causing Allison to rub her forehead.

"Okay so now you are both soaking wet, what the fuck happens now?" Allison asks in disbelief. Lydia just sticks out her tongue and points to what her black underwear is covering.  "Holy shit!" Allison tells and stands up from the bed. "You need to shower, you know how dirty you must be right now." Lydia blushes.

"Stiles and I took a real shower together after that then I left cause Stiles fell asleep," she claims with red cheeks. Cora bursts out laughing. Allison joins in and Lydia sits there awkwardly biting back her own laugh.  After they have calmed down a bit, Lydia tries to catch up on what she missed. Cora explains her conversation with Isaac and then Derek and Allison says how she just came here to wait for them, leaving out the part about her heart to heart with Cora. Cora's cell phone dings on her nightstand. She check the text message and sees it is from Isaac. 'come to the roof, we need to talk.'

"What does it say?" Allison asks. Cora bites her lip.

"He is on the roof and wants to talk," Cora tells them. Allison's eyes widen and he stomach drops. The blood drains from her face and a shiver runs up her back.

"If Isaac is on the roof and Stiles is asleep in a guest bedroom, then Scott is alone somewhere."

A/N okay I am so weirded out right now. I've never really wrote anything that extreme(referring to the stydia scene). I feel violated and awkward and like I need to bathe in holy water. Please tell me if you never want to read something like that again, or if you want more smut, or its doesn't really bother you wether there is more or less. I'm not sure if I like it so I probably won't do it ever again, but if you want it I will do it.