<Lydia's POV>

It's Stiles. It's always been Stiles. I just never knew it.

Finally a faint smile makes the end of his lips turn upwards before he leans in confidently and locks his lips with mine. I kiss him back with our lip movements in perfect synchronization. His hands slide onto the small of my back and he pulls me close to him. None of me resists his efforts. I'll do anything to close the tight space between us. Stiles stands up and hikes my body up with his hands under my thighs. I laugh a little with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. I kick off my shoes and they land behind Stiles.

Adrenaline rushes through my veins like a drug. It makes me forgot all rhyme or reason and I just let loose. Just when I'm about to let my hands travel down Stiles' neck he slips on my shoe. An odd sound emerged from his mouth in surprise is we fall onto the bed with me under him. We begin to laugh and I lean my head back. Stiles chuckles fill my ears like music. Just his happiness gives me satisfaction. Especially since this is the first time he's laughed in weeks.

As he hovers over me carefully he asks through his laughs, "did I hurt you?" I shake my head while laughing.

"No clumsy just come here," I say through giggles. Stiles let's out a soft laugh.

"What if Scott comes back in?" He asks. I roll my eyes playfully.

"Don't worry he'll hear us and know better," I state while biting my bottom lip.

"You've never been more right."

"But wait, should we be doing this we haven't actually ever dated," I say nervously. Stiles smiles.

"I've loved you since the third grade and we both unknowingly had a relationship for the past year if you haven't yet noticed, like always holding hands and they way we protect each other, that's a relationship Lydia, it just wasn't official," Stiles explains softly. I smile and actually want to cry out of happiness or love I don't even know. He brings his lips back down to mine and I close my eyes. I'm in a complete wonderland of just Stiles. Everything becomes more serious than it was before. We aren't reckless teens just trying to get some anymore. Now it's two people who have kept missing each other over and over again finally coming together.

In fact it's a little odd to see Stiles like this. So serious and determined. No sarcastic jokes just me and him together. He is one hundred percent focused on just me.

His lips move down to my neck and he starts to leave tiny purple bruises. In total honesty they are more like burning scorch marks from his fiery touch. Ironically it sends chills up my arms and I arch my back up into him.

With a careful touch he slips my dress off. His hands are shaking profusely. I look at him concerned and then remember this is his first time and he is nervous. When my dress has fallen to the floor I take Stiles hand in mine and look at him directly in the eye. "Stiles," I whisper. He looks back at me still shaking a bit. "It's okay... it's just me, it's just me, Lydia," I say with a tiny smile. Stiles nods nervously so to comfort and reassure him that I like what is happening I sit up a bit and kiss him softly. Stiles kisses back, slightly less nervous and we get back into what we were doing.

I help slip his shirt off and then trail my hand down his abdomen. He groans softly and I smirk through the kiss. Eventually we manage to get rid of his pants together. Stiles kicks practically across the room. With all of our clothes forgotten the only thing between is is our underwear. Wanting to eliminate anything that will block me from getting closer to Stiles I help him unclip my bra as we kiss. We separate for a moment and he admires me for a short second before completely getting rid of my bra. At least I think it's gone. I'm such a tangle of Stiles lips, legs, lace underwear, and thrown clothes I don't remember at the moment what I do and do not have. Stiles reminds me when he kisses me again and starts to remove my lace underwear set. I shiver in the cold and then Stiles comes down closer on me and suddenly I'm full of white hot burning blood.

His simple touch just has that effect on me. I can't help but think I'm finally completely vulnerable to him. Of course he has seen me naked before but that was different. Then I was scared after running around for two days naked in the woods. Now it's my choice to be like this in front of him.

Stiles take off the last thing separating us and then it all happens so fast. My hands wrapping around his back tightly, but carefully so I don't hurt or scratch him. His hands tangled in my hair. Our hands pressed together tightly towards the end. Passion, lust, but most importantly love.

At the end we are left next to each other with our hands still grasped tightly before I fall asleep to the words, "I love you," slipping from his mouth.

<Allison's POV>

I sit on the bed in Lydia and I's room just thinking. Mostly about Malia and what we should do about her. But also about Lydia. She was obviously in pain when she left the room but I didn't have the strength like usual to go after her. So now I just continue to sit on the bed and think about what Malia said. Well, up until a soft knock comes at the door. I look up at the door and believe it to be Lydia only to them hear the words, "Allison, it's Scott... can I come in?" I get up slowly and unlock the door. Scott pushes it open slowly and sees me looking at my feet. He takes my hand in his and closes the door with his empty hand. We walk to the bed and sit next to each other silently. "I heard the whole thing Allison..." Scott says trailing off, "are you okay?" He asks.

I look up at him, holding back tears. "Are you okay? With us I mean. You heard what she said... is that true. Do you just pity me?" I ask upset. I let a single tear slide down my face and refuse to let anymore fall. Scott pulls me to his chest and I nestle my head into his shoulder.

"No Allison, that is not true. I love you so much it's probably unhealthy. You were my first love and I almost lost you forever. I'm not going to loose you again because of something Malia said. There is nothing wrong with you inside or outside. I love you okay? I love you," he says. I smile a bit and look up at him. I kiss his cheek softly and then look up at him confidently, no longer sad.

"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want," I say just above a whisper. Scott laughs.

"Trust me I am much better off staying in here," he says while smiling. I look at him with a large smile.

"And why is that?"

"Because I can hear Stiles losing his virginity to Lydia in our room," he says laughing a bit.

"Oh god that's an awkward thing to hear," I say laughing loudly. Scott cracks a one hundred watt smile and then says something that makes me laugh even more.

"Then why don't you distract me." I give him a look and then say,

"Not tonight bub, after all this is over I promise you will get some," I say. Scott mocks a disappointed face. To my misfortune it's probably the most pathetic but most cute face I've ever seen. So in the end I end up on top of Scott as he pulls my body close to his.

I feel like and ant compared to his large build, but as always know that I am safe with him. With giggles between kisses I manage to slip his shirt off. Then pull away from the kiss. "Why can't we stop laughing Scott?" I ask... while laughing.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm adorable," he says smiling.

"You need to deflate your head a bit," I say before joining our lips again. There are three different types of sex. Crazy hot sex, romantic sex, and silly sex. And what category would two teens who can't stop laughing while making out fit into? Well that's an obvious one.

Scott rolls over on top of me and I laugh as he hits his head against the headboard. "Shit!" He mumbles with a smirk still on his face. I laugh at him and then continue to kiss him. My hands wrap around his neck as I wrap my legs around his waist. Finally we seem to stop giggling. That is until I pull my arms away from Scott's necks and allow him to slip off my shirt. We start to laugh again when Scott can't unclip the front clip on my bra. "God damn it these flimsy lingerie items," he shouts. I laugh at him, but eventually do it for him. He has the pleasure of throwing the 'complicated piece of machinery' as he calls it at the wall.

Scott's lips come back down to my body and he kisses my neck down to my collarbone leaving small bruises that I will struggle to hide tomorrow. Then I realize I'm not going to hide them. Instead I'm going to show them off to that bitch.

I aid clumsy Scott in removing his pants with ease. Yet once again he has trouble with my clothing. "Allison, I can't get the damn zipper down!" He yells aggravated that we are not getting unclothed fast enough. I laugh at him and then eventually I help him.

Finally we stop laughing for good and just kiss as we remove the last pieces of cloth from our bodies and do what we have done so many times in the past. When it's all over Scott rolls off of me and just lays next to me breathing heavily, as I am. Then suddenly Scott stops breathing heavily.

"What?" I ask.

"I can still hear them," he says smirking.

"What is taking so god damned long?" I ask holding in a laugh.

"I don't know but this is so gross, I don't wanna listen to it anymore," he says while covering his ears.

"I wonder if because Lydia's a banshee she screams louder," I say knowing it will bother Scott.

"OH MY GOD ALLISON STOP TALKING THATS MY BEST FRIEND IN THERE!" He shouts as he jumps out of bed and runs naked into the bathroom away from me. I laugh hysterically.

"You have a cute butt Scott!" I yell to the door that he has slammed shut.

"THANK YOU!" He yells. I laugh at us once again and then fall asleep with laughter still in my system.

A/N This was the most awkward chapter I have EVER wrote and I'm so sorry but Scott and Allison make my want to laugh so hard I accidentally fall of a twenty story building. 😂 I love them to much.

Anyways bye little spoons