"She asked me why I didn't kiss my girlfriend," Scott blurted out, finally interrupting the silence that had fallen over the car.

They had been on the road home from Mexico for a few hours now, and considering Derek, Braeden, and Malia were trailing behind them in a car they had hotwired and Lydia and Kira had fallen asleep in the backseat almost instantly, for the most part the trip had been made in silence. At least it had been until now.

Stiles eyes snapped from where they had been glued to the straight stretch of road before them over to Scott. "What? Who," he asked, his eyes quickly flickering towards his review mirror to double check that the girls were still fast asleep in the backseat of his truck.

While the caution was refreshing given his friends usually reckless nature, Scott could have told him it was unnecessary. He had been listening to the gentle unhurried rhythm of Kira's heartbeat for nearly an hour now, and he would have been able to tell instantly any if she was even close to waking by the tempo of her heartbeat.

Only after Stiles seemed satisfied that the girls were deeply enough asleep to not overhear the conversation did he dare to turn towards Scott, expectantly.

Scott sighed."Kira."

"Obviously," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "I meant who asked you?"

"Oh," Scott blinked, "Braeden."

"The hot mercenary chick?" Scott nodded.

"Huh" Stiles eyes drifted back towards the road, a thoughtful expression set on his face."Well?"

"Well what?"

He shrugged."Why didn't you?"

Scott groaned, scrubbing his face in his hands."Because she isn't or ... or at least I don't think she is."

"But you like her?"

"Yeah," Scott answered slowly.

"And you've kissed her before?"

"Yeah."

"While you guys were sleeping together in your bed?"

Slowly Scott nodded his head.

"So she's your girlfriend," Stiles concluded smugly.

"Does that mean that Malia is your girlfriend," countered Scott.

The smirk slipped off Stile's face and was replaced by a blank look."Touché," he finally responded after a beat or two.

"God," came a voice from behind them, making both boys jump, "are all guys born this oblivious or did you two just take too many lacrosse balls to the head?"

Their heads snapped towards the back of the jeep at the same moment only to find Lydia casually leaning forward, an elbow resting against each of the two front seats, looking at them as if actually expecting answer. Scott felt his cheeks heat up. In hindsight, he probably should have been paying a bit more attention to Lydia's heartbeat instead of just Kira's. If he had, maybe he would have noticed the redhead stirring awake earlier.

"Lydia," Stiles breathed out in whispered shout. "A little warning would be nice."

She rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault you two are oblivious."

"We are not oblivious," Stiles defended turning his gaze back towards the road. "We were just focused on a very important discussion."

She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. "If anything it's your discussion that proves you guys are oblivious."

"How so," Scott interjected just as Stiles opened his mouth with what was likely some witty resort. And he knew that he sounded a little desperate and that Stiles was probably side eyeing the hell out of him because he relented to Lydia too soon before they had the chance to finish their usual power play. But honestly those two could bicker/flirt all day if he let them and right now Scott was desperate.

Lydia threw a smug smile at a now pouting Stiles before turning back to address Scott. "Look Kira is obviously just as smitten with you as you are with her. Stop obsessing over titles and just kiss the girl because let me tell you she didn't go up to you before you left just for a hug."

"Really," Scott asked and then immediately felt stupid for it afterwards at the look Lydia shot him.

"Really" she repeated back matter-of-factly. "Now if you two don't mind keeping it down I'd actually like to try and get more than an hour of sleep tonight."

"Actually," Stiles started, his eyes flickering down to the dashboard clock. "It's already midnight and we still have at least three hours left until we are even close to getting home. I think I saw a sign for a cheapish motel not too far down the road. Maybe we should think about stopping for the night."

Scott frowned slightly. While they had been pretty certain they hadn't been followed from the church, Scott wasn't exactly keen on the idea of stopping before they reached home. Still he had to admit the idea of sleeping in a bed over the jeeps car seat had been appealing, especially considering how dead Stiles looked at the moment.

He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and shrugged."I'll let the others know that we're stopping."

"Oh are you going to use some sort of Alpha signal like a howl or scent or –" Stiles started rambling excitedly, stopping only when he glanced over and saw Scott, his phone in hand, giving him a look. Lydia rolled her eyes. "Or you could just call them. Calling works."