A/N: Here's the next chapter, a bit fluffy. Happy reading! xoxo

The walk back to campus is torturous. All Lydia can think about is Stiles and those long fingers. The fingers that are currently tangled with her own as he leads the way.

She never really thought about Stiles this way, not even back in high school. He was kind of like a little lost puppy, a spaz of a puppy but still. The only reason she ever really got to know him at all was because of Scott - he had dated her best friend in high school for 2 years.

She's brought out of her thoughts as she realizes she's not going back to Ally's dorm, because they've already passed it. She looks over at Stiles and he grins at her. "Scott and Ally are getting better acquainted I guess."

Of course. Lydia thinks. She doesn't say anything to Stiles, but she does nod for him to keep walking.

Their hands are still entwined and she finds herself liking it. He's swinging their arms back and forth slightly as he's slowed down his walking pace.

"Do you remember junior prom?" He asks her, as he comes to a stop in front of his dorm.

"Sure, what about it?" She knows what he's talking about, but doesn't want to walk into it. She bites her lip as she waits for the answer.

He gives her a knowing look and sighs before continuing. "You know, when you kissed me."

"Of course I remember." She says softly. "You had on that suit and we were bickering and I just wanted you to shut up."

She sees Stiles' eyes widen and she slaps her hand over her mouth, trying to stop anything else from tumbling out. Did she really just speak her thoughts out loud?

Stiles seems to recover and smiles down at her. "That suit huh?" He says as he gently brushes her hand away from her lips and leans into her. His hands cradle her cheeks as he kisses her softly.

She feels as though she may float away. This boy who used to follow her around and talk way too much and more often than not made her huff in frustration was making her feel like this. And it really has nothing to do with how great he is in bed.

She wraps her arms around his neck, as if she's afraid she's going to actually float away. The soft kiss deepens as she pours whatever she's feeling into it, and he seems to pull her impossibly closer to him. She opens up to him and is filled with the lingering taste of tequila and lime, and the softness of his tongue as it slides against hers. She feels herself melting into him, like he could mold her into any shape he wanted and she would be perfectly okay with it.

She becomes aware of something hitting her back suddenly and realizes that he'd been backing them up closer to his dorm. He breaks the kiss to swoop her up in his arms and she can't help but smile.

He stops in front of the double doors and shifts her in his arms, trying to pry open the door. She cringes a bit at his movements - he's opened the door just enough to stick his foot inside so he can prop it open.

He rushes inside and she feels the swoosh of the door very close to her head. She peers up at Stiles' face and he's scrunched up all his features. She can't help but laugh, and a wide smile spreads across her face. He opens one eye to look at her and she just kisses his cheek, trying to prod him. When that fails, she tries something else. "Alright Mr. Spaz, can you take me to your room already?"

Stiles' eyes pop open and he smiles. "Yes Miss Martin, right away." He says teasingly.

She can't help but roll her eyes.

He sets her down when they reach his room. He has to dig in his pocket to find his keys, and he fumbles with the lock too.

Once the door is open, Lydia kicks off her shoes. "Thank god." She says under her breath.

Stiles chuckles at her as he closes the door behind him. "Uh, are you tired?" he asks her as he sheds the jacket he was wearing and hangs it on the desk chair.

She shrugs her shoulders at him as she makes herself at home on his bed. "Not really, you?"

"Not even a little bit." He replies. He looks at her with those brown eyes, and she bites her lip.

He gently plops down on the bed beside her and she feels tension building in the air again. Its obvious to her that something is happening between them, she just doesn't know what yet. And she's starting to get the feeling that he doesn't either.

She sighs and stretches out her legs so they dangle over the edge of the bed. She leans against the wall and he follows suit, so they're side by side.
"Do you still not remember last weekend?" He asks her timidly.

She cringes inwardly again, still annoyed with herself that she can't remember wandering into his bed. She must have had some feeling toward him if she just showed up like that.

"No." She replies, shaking her head. "What happened exactly?"

Stiles seems to freeze for a second, but he does reply "You kinda just ambushed me. You knocked on the door and before I had a chance to say anything you kissed me." His hands are waving around and he starts to ramble. "And you know I've been holding a torch for you for like, ever, so I kinda just let it happen and-"

She cuts him off by pulling his face in her direction and pressing her lips to hers. It's different than other kisses they've shared - which have mostly been rushed and frantic and all about the endgame. This one is soft and searching and searing. He returns the kiss enthusiastically, seeming to mold into her.
When she pulls away she's heavy for breath, and says "Its okay. I'm glad you did."

"Yeah?" He breathes. He grins at her as he leans in again and she lets him kiss her.

She gets lost in him - something that seems to be happening a lot lately. She doesn't have to instruct him to do anything, he just seems to know where she wants his hands, his lips, his everything.

When he breaks away from her she has to stifle a yawn. "Tired are we?" He chuckles as he places a kiss to her forehead.

"No." She lies.

Stiles just shakes his head and get up from the bed. He pulls the lacrosse shirt from his drawer and hands it to her. "Come on." He says.

She takes it gingerly from him and smiles. She stands from the bed and strips down, trying to not be distracted by his bare chest as he changes too. She crawls into the sheets of his bed and he follows suit, curling up against her. His arm is draped over her and finds herself happy at the contact.

When exactly did she stay in a guy's bed without anything happening? She can't remember a time that it had ever happened.

But then again, she'd never dreamed she'd be doing this with Stiles either, so she pushes the thought out of her mind as sleep takes her.