Lydia woke up on her side, feeling warm and content, and she sighed, ready to fall back asleep. That is, until she heard someone else sigh behind her and realized the warmth she felt was from someone's body pressed against hers. Then, as she was becoming more aware of herself she felt-

"Scott?" Lydia asked, rolling over so she was facing him. She saw his eyes slowly flutter open, saw a lazy smile spread across his face, and she couldn't help herself from smiling at him. She had moved her body slightly away from him, until he could control himself, she didn't want him to be uncomfortable.

"Hi," Scott said, still half-asleep. He pulled her towards himself and buried himself in her neck, shifting down the bed. "Mmm, Lydia," he mumbled. He must have still thought he was asleep, and Lydia let him lay there, inhaling his scent and feeling relaxed. Then she felt him stiffen, and he must have realized he was awake.

"L-Lydia?" He said, his voice muffled in her throat. He moved away from her a little, not wanting to offend her but not knowing if she was okay with him cuddling her neck. And he also realized the other 'morning' problem he had and didn't want her to be offended by that as well.

She grinned at him, loving how flustered and nervous he seemed, it was cute. She waited until he calmed down again before she said or did anything.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said once he seemed more in control of himself. "Thank you," she added, feeling a little embarrassed now.

Scott was confused, "What are you thanking me for?" He hadn't done anything to be thanked for, had he?

"For everything, you've helped me so much in the past few weeks, and thank you for last night, for keeping me company and making me feel safe all the time," she made herself stop talking, everything had come out in a rush like she couldn't control herself. She could feel herself blushing and willed herself to relax. She knew Scott could hear her heart, see the blood in her cheeks.

"I-uh-no problem," he said, his voice a little higher than normal out of embarrassment. He had no idea what to say, but he wanted to tell her what he felt, too. "I mean, you've helped me too, a lot. So thank you, too…" Scott trailed off, suddenly very unsure of what he wanted to say.

They stared at each other for a few moments, awkwardly trying to figure out what they wanted to say, neither one of them able to figure it out. Lydia looked at Scott in the light of the sun that was rising. It was cliche, and Lydia didn't do cliche, but he looked handsome, more grown up than she had realized he had become.

Scott moved closer to her, like a puppy trying to sneak closer to someone when it wanted attention. Lydia laughed a little, because it had been a while since Scott had been carefree enough to act like that and she had always loved it.

"So," Scott started, smiling because Lydia was smiling, "did you have a good sleep?" He asked her, hoping she had, hoping he could keep her smiling. He loved her smile, wanted her to smile all the time if she could.

"Yeah, I did" she told him, really meaning it for the first time in a while. "All because of you," she beamed at him, and Scott stopped breathing for a moment, it was absolutely stunning.

Without even realizing what he was doing he was leaning forward and kissing her, with one hand against her cheek, the other on her waist, pulling her towards him. At first Lydia was frozen, completely taken aback by this sudden movement, but then she was kissing him back, and she realized it felt right. More right than anything had felt in weeks, months. It wasn't a long kiss, and when they pulled away they kept their faces close, noses almost touching.

"Sorry," Scott whispered, worried Lydia would be mad at him. "I just… I didn't realize I wanted to kiss you, until I was - uh, ya know, kissing you…" Scott stuttered, knowing he was getting flustered, like he always did in these situations. He always knew what to say but it never came out like he planned it, the words seemed to get jumbled up on the way out.

Lydia laughed, it was always so funny watching Scott get confused and jumbled up, she had always thought it was cute that a boy could be so nervous with someone they liked that they just couldn't figure out what to say. She had always wondered if she would ever make a boy nervous like that, and now she had.

She kissed him again, this time was deeper, there seemed to be more behind it. Lydia tried to put so much into that kiss - how grateful she was for him, how much she wanted to kiss him too, how long she had wanted to kiss him. If she was being honest, she had wanted to kiss Scott since Allison had tried to explain to her how much she loved Scott, what she felt for him, back before she knew everything that was going on. She had been so jealous of Allison, for having someone love her in such a profoundly big way that nobody had ever loved Lydia.

She pulled away, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Scott's were big with surprise, and they looked they had a fading red tinge to them, but it was gone too quickly, she couldn't be sure it really was there. She raised her eyebrows at his expression.

"What?" She questioned, not sure why he was so shocked she had kissed him.

"Wh-Why did you kiss me like that?" He asked, and she could tell he just genuinely didn't understand the meaning behind it, because he was Scott, and sometimes he was so clueless.

"Scott," Lydia sighed, exasperated at his lack of ability to read a situation. "Can you not smell chemo-signals? I am attracted to you, I like you very much, I wanted you to be in bed with me last night. What can you not understand about that?" She laughed again, gently, so he knew she was just teasing him.

He smiled that big, goofy, puppy dog smile that she loved. "Oh, okay," he said, and she laughed again, a real laugh this time, and he laughed with her glad to see her so happy for once.

"Do you want to go down for breakfast?" He asked her, and just then his stomach growled, signalling he wanted breakfast, for sure. She laughed again and nodded, and they went downstairs, happier they had been in a while, hoping it would last.