"Keep them closed!" Lydia exclaims as she leads Allison up the stairs to her new room. Allison giggles.

"I'm so excited Lyds!" Allison yells giddily. Lydia smiles brightly as they move up the final step. She positions Allison at the best angle of the room.

"Now before you open, if you don't like the colors or something, I had a hard time, but if you seriously hate the mixed colors I will fix everything," Lydia explains nervously. Allison raises her eyebrows with her eyes still closed.

"Lyds don't be modest, I'm sure it looks great, can I open now?" Allison pleads impatiently. Lydia bites her lip before spouting, "open!" Allison opens her eyes, revealing a complete transformation. What used to be a sad, empty, and unorganized room is now a cozy and well decorated spot to relax. Allison places a hand over her mouth as she takes in every shocking detail. The empty storage unit that will soon be filled with clothes and picture frames and shoes. The large bed with a new duvet and a dozen squishy and decorative pillows. Allison quickly falls in love with the pattern of the curtains that adorn her window. Moving the curtains aside, Allison finds a small book, a coaster and a small plant on the window sill. Tears prick at her eyes as she skims her fingers and eyes over every detail. Her heartstrings are tugged at when she sees the gallery wall above her bed. In the center of it, a giant canvas of her and Lydia on their senior year spring break trip. The trip was amazing. Of course Scott and Stiles came along, but this picture if just with Lydia. Lydia this fabulous girl, her best friend, who paid for and decorated her loft. Around the canvas are two quotes, a decorative shelf adorned with a small clock along with other knick knacks. On a smaller canvas on the wall is a small equation. 2+1=family. Their family. Since Allison's parents had kicked her out, Lydia really is her only family. Lydia and Allison plus this little baby. What an odd little family we have, Allison thinks to herself. Turning around, Allison's eyes lock on a small crib with pristine white sheets and a small bunny stuffed animal. Allison puts her ring adorned hand on her heart and tries not to gasp and cry. A few tears do however slip down her cheek.

"I put the chair next to it so when she wakes up at night you can rest with her there," Lydia explains.

"Her?" Allison manages to say as she weeps silently. Lydia smiles.

"Ya, I'm positive that it's a she." Allison stumbles over to her best friend and throws her arms around her.

"Thank you so much Lydia, it's absolutely perfect," Allison whimpers in her ear. Lydia smiles.

"I'm so glad you like it," Lydia claims, sighing in relief at Allison's reaction.

"How could I not?" Just as the girls are about to pull apart Allison gasps suddenly. Lydia's eyes widen as she starts at her startled best friend.

"What is it, what's wrong?" Allison smiles.

"Nothing's wrong, she moved, like kicked a little," Allison claims giddily. The biggest smile ever spreads across Lydia's face.

"I'm really gonna be an Aunty!"

"And a godmother."
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Lydia only stayed a few minutes at Allison's apartment after Allison had fallen asleep as they watched the Notebook. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the door, following the short memorized route home. It's freezing cold out for someone in a fur coat, never mind for what she's wearing. A crop top in December was not a good choice, even with her cardigan. Lydia fights through the cold until she reaches her apartment. Hungry for warmth she rips her keys from her purse and uses them to open her door. Ritually, she puts her purse on the hook and kicks off her converse. "I can't believe you still wear that thing," a familiar voice says from her couch. She jumps in shock and then waits for the person to stand to see who it is.

"Stiles?" Lydia asks in surprise as he walks towards her, stopping only a few inches away from her. "How the fuck do you know where I live and how the hell did you get in my apartment?" Stiles smirks.

"Allison and you really shouldn't leave a spare key wedged in between the door and the floor," he says matter of factly. Before Lydia can respond he speaks up again, "my turn to ask a question, do you wear that thing every day?" He asks, pointing to her bracelet. The memory surfaces as she looks at it. Stiles had won it for her on the spring break of senior year. She had put it on and just never took it off since that day. It's not like Stiles and her were together, they would have casual sex every once in a while, maybe send the other person a nude so they could get off, but nothing emotional. Besides Scott and Allison were what kept them friends. Clearly those two don't talk anymore.

"Maybe," Lydia answers hesitantly, "where's your little partner in crime?" Lydia quickly regrets asking that.

"Where's yours? You know, the one that broke his heart and pushed him away," Stiles reminds Lydia. Lydia crosses her arms over her chest.

"It's complicated," she almost hisses. Stiles rolls his eyes.

"Whatever, just popped in to see how you were," Stiles claims. Lydia's hands fall back to her sides. "Looks like you're doing fine, you still look fine." Lydia smirks.

"I could say the same about you," Lydia tells him seductively.

"You know, I'm in school to be a detective, one of my buddies is being trained to be an officer and I got him to nick me these," Stiles says as he pulls handcuffs from his back pocket in his jeans. "What do you say we add to that pretty little bracelet on your wrist?" Lydia quickly mulls it over in her mind.

(Smut, just in case it makes you uncomfortable)

"Oh damn you know, I have been very naughty lately," Lydia teases as she begins to walk to her bedroom. Stiles follows knowingly. When Stiles makes it into Lydia's room she is already in only her bra and panties. Stiles groans almost silently. Lydia falls gracefully onto her bed. "Punish me," is all she whispers. Lydia sighs impatiently as Stiles walks as slow as possible over to Lydia. His teasing has become to much. Finally, just before Lydia can whale in protest, Stiles makes it to the bed. He pulls off his shirt and unlocks the cuffs. He locks her hands to the headboard of the bed, leaving her completely helpless. Stiles straddles Lydia's knees and places his hand on her abdomen. Her stomach aches with excitement. "Talk to me Lydia," he whisper seductively.

"Punish me, I've been such a naughty girl," what she says after that makes Stiles weak and fuels him. She keeps talking as he slides his hand from her abdomen to her panties. Lydia fumbles with her words when his hand massages her privates. He slips his hand under the hem of her underwear and she moans softly. Stiles, aggravated that her moan was not loud enough slips a finger into Lydia. Her moan gets louder, but Stiles isn't yet pleased with it. As a reaction to Stiles slipping in another finger, Lydia's legs try to move up, tensely. But since Stiles is sat on them, making her groan more. "I deserve more than that," she claims weakly. Stiles slips yet another finger inside of her and begins to pumps slowly. She bounces back and forth slightly. Stiles grabs Lydia's thigh tightly.

"You better not move," Stiles says to make her whimper more. She shivers as he pumps inside of her harder. Since she is unable to grab the sheets, Lydia tightens a grasp around the cuffs that bound her, to prevent herself from cumming to early.

"Stiles, I'm almost there," she whimpers. Stiles shakes his head and slips in a final finger. Lydia moans his name loudly.

"Hold it Lydia," he demands. She bites down hard on her bottom lip. The cuffs rip slightly into her skin. As Stiles begins to pump even harder and faster Lydia protests.

"Stiles!" He retracts his finger and wipes them on the sheets, cleaning himself of her pre-cum. "Please," she begs for him. Stiles pulls off his jeans and throws them off of the bed, revealing his oncoming hard. He plants a long kiss on her mouth, his hands on Lydia's hips. His wet lips kiss down her neck and chest as she shudders. Finally, Stiles removes his boxers and quickly pulls on a condom. Looking back at a needy Lydia he positions himself. She gasps loudly as he places himself in her. Her arms are reflexively pulled forward as if to grab his back, but the cuffs restrain her. His hands grab on tightly to her back. He starts off slowly, working them to a faster pace as time goes on. "Stiles!" Lydia warns her end.

"Hold it in Lydia," he demands yet again. With one final increase of speed Lydia gasps then yells Stiles' name before spilling around him, Stiles finishing at the same time. It was a change for them. Oddly, Lydia used to do most of the demanding. It was never awkward for them. If anything it was funny afterwards.

A/N hey ya so I'm not good at smut and it makes me a little uncomfortable like I need to go bathe in holy water, but ya, just wanted to show Stydia's dynamic. By the way, this story is dominantly Scallison not Stydia. And also this is the bracelet that Stiles won Lydia on vacation