The first movie ended much to quickly, resulting in Stiles ordering a pizza and the two of them eating it as they watch five more movies. Halfway through the last movie, Lydia had fallen asleep. At first, Stiles hadn't noticed, then her heard her nearly silent snores. Turning his head slowly he looked at Lydia's slight frame. Her eyelashes are tangled together and her puffy lips are parted a bit. Strawberry blonde hair is thrown all about her shoulders and around her neck. Her chest rises and falls slowly. Stiles holds his breath and reaches for the remote. The television is clicked off and leaves Stiles wondering how to carry Lydia upstairs to bed. He awkwardly holds her like a child or a bride in his arms, their hands still clasped together with the cuffs. Lydia moves her head and sighs, half awake. Stiles shushes her and carries her almost lifeless body up to her room. "Why are we going to bed?" She asks, blinking slowly. Stills chuckles.

"Because it's night time," he replies, amused. She huffs.

"But I'm not tired." Stiles laughs at that statement, throwing his head back a little.

"Okay Lyds." When they make it into the room he lets her stand up. All she does is throw her hands up, his right hand going up with her left because of the cuffs.

"Maybe, I'm a bit tired," she says sluggishly, her eyes still closed. "Can you take off my clothes? I don't care if you look, its to late to call Ali and I am tired," she states  followed by a yawn. Stiles chuckles nervously and nods before he helps her remove the tube top and joggers.

"What do you want to wear to bed?" Stiles asks as if asking a child, trying not to look at her body to much. She bobs her head back and replies breathily.

"Nothing." Stiles gulps. "And you shall wear nothing too," she demands. Stiles shakes his head and rubs his eyes awkwardly as Lydia stands lazily with her eyes shut from being so tired.

"Sorry Lyds, but I think you'll want me to wear clothes to bed," Stiles tells the barely there girl. She nods slowly, licking her lips.

"Yes perhaps you're right," she starts, her eyes finally opening a bit, "but," she steps close to Stiles, grabbing the waistline of his jeans. He visibly tenses up at her touch. "You shall not wear these." She pulls them down as if it was ritual. He shivers at the cold and looks awkwardly at Lydia.

"Bed time yes?" Stiles comments nervously. Lydia shakes her head, her hair swinging as she does so. She pulls him to her bay window and makes him sit down. Stiles' bare legs rest on the padded seat against the widow and his back rests against the wall. He has sat here before, but never this vulnerable. Stiles looks out at the stars from her window before she plops herself in between his legs. A gasp escapes him as she gets comfy. She takes both his hands and wraps them around her, just under her exposed chest. It's not like they have never sat like this before, it's just all those times they were clothed.

"Watch the sky with me will you?" Lydia asks hopefully. Stiles nods.

"Do you do this often?" He asks curiously. She nods her head yes before resting it against his chest. Their legs naturally tangle together.

"Stiles?" Lydia speaks, her voice smoother than fine wine.

"Ya Lyds?" He replies softly into the hair on top of her head, scented like roses. Her warmth was making him loose, but wanting her closer. She held his arms tighter to her body, as if she felt the same.

"How many times have you had sex?" She asks out of nowhere. Stiles thinks for a moment.

"Only three," he replies.

"With who?" Lydia asks casually.

"Malia once as a favor, she wanted it experiment before she decided she liked girls," Stiles replies. Lydia nods in understanding. She really liked Malia a lot, the girl had always been kind to her, and was always a lugs at parties. "Once drunk at a party, I don't remember who with. And once with Erica before she started dating Boyd." Lydia nods slowly. She lets out a long sigh that sends shivers up Stiles back. Her lips stayed parted when she wasn't speaking, as if she were ready for him to tilt her head back, stretching her neck , and plant a kiss on them. 

"Would you ever have sex with me?" She asks in a whisper. Stiles tenses slightly, taken by surprise, but not disappointing. His body is suddenly filled with heat..

"Of course, you're my special girl, didn't ya know?" He says jokingly. "I always have time for my Lydia." He plants. kiss on her head, letting his lips linger. Lydia chuckles for a bit before getting serious again, enjoying the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.

"But seriously, hypothetically if I was, lets say someone who hasn't has sex in a long time, and I was in  need of a hit per say, would you like help me out?" Lydia asks, her voice trailing off. Stiles mulls the idea over in his head.

"Lyds, are you horny honey" Stiles asks knowingly. Lydia nods slowly. "I'll help you out gorgeous, I love you Lydia, you know that." He kissed her again on the top of the head, even longer this time, just enjoying the floral scent of her. Their love has always been as friends never as lovers. Each of them were to afraid to speak up about it. Having sex wouldn't change their feelings, but maybe it would satisfy the itch enough, without going to far. 

"Stiles," Lydia starts, her voice shaking slightly. She takes one of his hands and places it on her breast. "Will you fuck me tonight, no strings?" Stiles hoists Lydia up higher in his lap and she turns her head towards his face. They look at each other for a moment before Stiles leans in and begins to kiss Lydia slowly. She kisses him back, all her nerves suddenly gone. The duo stands up and Stiles wraps his arms around her waist delicately. They stumble slowly back onto the bed. Lydia lays vulnerable on her back as Stiles straddles her, kissing her soft lips carefully. After a bit of complication he and Lydia manage to slip off her bra. It is thrown to the floor with a soft plunk sound. Stiles leaves hot scorch marks down her neck, forming small bruises. Lydia sighs in pleasure as he reaches her chest. He kindly kisses between her breasts before going back up to her nipples. He nips at them with his teeth, tracing over them with his tongue lightly. She sighs in release. .

"As friends yes?" He asks breathily over her raw skin. Lydia nods rapidly, her hands pulling at his hair.

"Friends," she confirms before they continue. In Lydia's mind, there is no better way to satisfy the monster deep within her that longs for closeness with Stiles. She and Stiles have been close for years, they know everything about one another. Stiles helps Lydia slip off her panties. She shivers at the rush of air. As they continue to kiss, Stiles traces patterns on her inner thigh. She holds her breath as they kiss. His touch sends chills up her back and throughout her arms. Goosebumps pop up all over her skin. Despite this, sweat begins to slide down her face. Stiles works off his boxers and looks at Lydia for confirmation one last time. She nods and Stiles positions himself perfectly over her, graciously allowing her to hold tightly onto his back for support. Just as he begins to enter her she digs her nails into his back, placing her head in the crook of his neck. Everything was soft up until now. Before Stiles had control and made sure everything was careful and slow, not fierce. Now he was filling her up, not able to hold back. Lydia lets out a moan as he finally put all of his length in her. She didn't have to tell him for him to know to go slow. Lydia grips tightly onto his back with her free hand as he thrusts slowly. "You can," she stars off breathy, "go faster," she whispers into his ear. Her whispers make him want to go faster. He begins to move his hips faster and faster. Lydia bounces a bit with him, sighing and moaning softly. She grips tightly onto his hand that is cuffed to her. Stiles uses his free hand to hold the head board, steadying himself. Lydia lets out one final moan as she finishes. Stiles finishes right after her. He rolls off of her and they breathe heavily next to each other. Just as Lydia falls asleep Stiles furrows his eyebrows, and whispers in a haze of pleasure, "Friend sex isn't supposed to feel like that."

A few hours later, Lydia wakes up cold. Looking out the window she realizes it is still night time. She shivers, hugging her naked body. As if someone pressed a button, Stiles wraps his free hand around her and pulls her into his chest. Her back presses against the warm skin of his abdomen. The scent of her shampoo fills Stiles' nose, pulling him to sleep. Lydia cries quietly for hours before sleep finally claims her, turmoil filling her.
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The boys have since returned to their apartment, leaving the girls to head to bed. Cora and Allison fall into a well deserved sleep almost instantly, helped plenty by many rips form the glass bong currently reading on the kitchen counter, but Lydia lays awake in her bed. Her head much to consumed with thoughts of the past to sleep. Lazily, she gets up out of bed and tip toes into the kitchen to get her phone. She grabs it and hoists herself up onto the counter. Clicking on a contact name she has not called in years, the phone begins to ring. He probably won't even be awake, it's three in the morning. Lydia begins to doubt herself and almost hangs up when Stiles answers, his voice raspy, full of willingness to sleep. "Lyds?" The way he says her name awakens something inside of her that , until that very moment, had laid dormant for many years.

"Hey Stiles, hi," she starts awkwardly, "I was just calling to... I don't actually know why I was calling. Sorry to bother you." She shakes her head silently while he replies.

"No no no, what's up? You sound sad," Stiles protests. Lydia takes a deep breath and rubs her forehead. She catches a glimpse of the scar on her wrist from the handcuffs she and Stiles shared, all those years ago. A giggle escapes her parted lips. "What?" Stiles questions over the phone.

"Nothing, I was just remembering something," Lydia responds, switching her gaze from the scar to the window. Sniffing once, a tear escapes her eye as she stares at he bright lights outside her apartment.

"Lyds what's wrong?" Stiles asks worried as if they are as close as they were years ago. Lydia rubs her watery eyes with the back of her hand.

"Can you just come over here, please?" Lydia pleads. She hears rustling on the other line.

"I'm coming." After maybe twenty seconds, Lydia hears a knock on her door. She places her phone on the counter and rushes to the door, suddenly realizing she looks awful. Sweatpants drape low on her hips and her white tank top is splattered with paint, courtesy of Cora and her painting experiments. Not to mention her knotty hair hanging a round her shoulders. Lydia opens the door quickly and Stiles swiftly wraps his arms around Lydia supportively. She tucks her head in his chest just like she used to when they were young. Neither of them have to say anything. They drift naturally to the couch. Sitting down in each other's arms, Lydia cries silently.

"I'm sorry I asked you over here so late," Lydia says through her light tears.

"I could be all the way across the country and I'd still come for you," Stiles replies sweetly. Lydia smiles dismally.

"Thank you." Stiles smirks.

"You're my special girl remember?" Stiles reminds Lydia of what he called her all that time ago. She nods her head and smiles. Both young adults have been with plenty of other people since high school. They've slept with other people and had other relationships, but what Stiles said holds true. He would always be the guy she could go back to. Like a silent pact of, if we are forty and single lets get hitched, get it on, and have kids.
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Lydia slowly wakes up to the sound of Cora's bedroom door opening. Stiles chest is pressed to her back as they spoon, his arm draped around her abdomen. Stiles wakes up to the sound too, rubbing his eyes. Cora snorts as she grabs a box of cornflakes and mumbles, "typically." Lydia slowly pulls away from Stiles. She stands up and walks to the kitchen. Lydia casually grabs the phone and dials the number of her office.

"Hello Jane, I'm calling in sick today, could barely make it off the couch," then she hangs up, finding Cora staring  at her with a mouth full of cereal. "What?" Lydia asks chuckling.

"Did Lydia Martin just call in sick for no reason?" Cora jokes. Lydia smiles.

"Maybe..." Cora looks to Stiles.

"You've always been my favorite Stilinski, you make her more fun, you can stay, the other two have to leave," Cora states, completely serious. Stiles smirks awkwardly.

"He really is sorry Cora," Stiles tells her as he stands up from the couch. She rolls her eyes.

"I feel sorry for the girl he cheated on me with," Cora states. Lydia raises her eyebrows.

"Why?" Cora smirks.

"He sucks in bed when he's drunk," Cora tells them happily. Lydia laughs, but Stiles only smiles weakly, trying to respect his friend.

"Hey what does Allison say about Scott, the break up was hard, but they never were like mad at one another?" Stiles asks, but at the wrong time. Lydia and Cora look past Stiles to the open door right behind him. Allison stands in the doorway, tears staining her face, her hair and clothes a disaster. She turns around and closes the door behind her, retreating into her private room.

"We don't talk about it dumb ass," Cora tells Stiles as she begins to walk to Allison's room. Stiles stops Cora.

"She's my friend too Hale, I can fix what I fucked up, I fix a lot of things, just ask Lydia," Stiles exclaims before going into Allison's room, leaving Cora to look back at Lydia who is trying to ignore her friend's stare.

Allison's room is dark, the shades shut tightly over the window. She is sitting on the floor, her back leaning against the side of the bed. Stiles sits on the bed just behind her, not saying a word. He starts to massage her shoulders like he used too. When the group would hang out after school sometimes Stiles would get the knots out of their backs. His large hands just massaged the right places in the back. Allison laughs a little when he starts.

"Is this how you fix all your problems?" She asks jokingly. Anyone could here the sadness through her joking words through. Stiles smirks.

"No, I usually sleep with the girl." The pair of them laugh a little. "But really Ali, the only reason I asked is because I wanted to know how you were compared to Scott," Stiles explains. Allison takes a deep breath, trying to form words.

"How does Scott react when you talk about me?" Allison asks sadly. Stiles scoffs.

"Like a fucking train wreck." Allison smiles dismally.

"I love him Stiles, he was just so far away from me," Allison whimpers. Stiles gets off of the bed and kneels in front of Allison. He holds her shoulders sympathetically.

"He loves you too Ali, he hasn't even looked at another girl since you guys ended it, you could fix things," Stiles assures his friend.

"But what if we lost our chance or we waited to long?" Allison exclaims. Stiles shakes his head.

"Don't think of that bull shit, when two people love each other, they get together and stay together," Stiles tells her. Allison sniffs.

"Then why haven't you and Lydia gotten together yet?" Allison tries to take the attention off of herself. Stiles smirks.

"I love Lydia, I do, but we are just friends, always have been, always will be," Stiles states. Allison sighs.

"Ok. You really think Scott and I could work out?" Stiles nods and pulls Allison into a hug.

"I guarantee it."