Okay, so after a slight debate over TTDP, I've decided I do want to continue with it - but I do need a little break from it. During this break, I'll be planning and taking my time to produce chapters I'm happy to post.
In the meantime, I want to keep writing. What started out as a little one shot, managed to turn into a mini series(?).
I don't even know… I'm my own worst enemyclearly.
Introducing, 'Let Us Finish: A Mini-Series.

Anyway, enjoyI hope!

"Jesus Lydia, you're killing me''.
The girl hushed him before greedily bringing her lips back to meet his own. Stiles groaned into her open mouth, his rough hands splayed on her waist as he brought her small body closer to him.
"Someone's going to hear us", Stiles mumbled against her swollen lips, feeling her smirk in response.
"They will if you don't shut up".
Their lips collided once more and it was Lydia who let out a low moan when Stiles moved her back against the cabinet. His lips curled into a confident grin against her neck as he swiftly lifted her onto the countertop, wasting no time in moving between her legs. His hands roamed across her bare thighs, his fingers brushing teasingly against the hem of her skirt.
A grumble came from low in the girl's chest, a noise that Stiles had come to understand to be both a warning and an agreement.
"Now who needs to be quiet?'' He chuckled happily, nipping gently at the sensitive skin on her neck – her head thrown back to give him full access.

"You're in so much trouble Stilinski-'' Her voice trailed off as his kisses advanced back to her mouth, his lips capturing her own bottom one mid-sentence.
"Is that a warning coming from a banshee or…?'' Lydia batted Stiles playfully, her hand only nudging his shoulder before she brought him back to her – her fingers burrowing into slightly longer locks of hair at the nape of his neck.
He shivered; she smirked.
Lydia brought one hand to cup his chin, tilting is chin to the side in order to whisper in his ear. Her pouty lips brushed against the sensitive skin and the boy erupted in goose bumps, much to Lydia's delight.
"That's a warning coming from your lovely girlfr-''

"Oh for God's sake, could you not?''
When the bathroom door opened abruptly, Lydia let out a squeal as Stiles had let go of her in a panic – resulting in the girl sliding into the sink.
Derek had stood in the door way, arms folded and eyebrows raised – a confused and slightly disapproving look etched into his features.
"Oh shi-'', Stiles' hands went straight to his hair, his long fingers tugging the messy strands until they stood to a point.
Shuffling herself out of the hollow marble, Lydia found her footing and hushed Stiles before turning to the older wolf.
"Derek, please; nobody knows yet…''
"Let us finish speaking godda-!"
"I do not care – no sex in my bathroom, no sex in my house.''
Stiles stepped in, his eyes pleading, "Dude, please – just please don't mention anyth-''
"No sex in my house!'' With that, Derek flailed his hands expressively – an action that he must have picked up from the boy standing before him – and walked away, shutting the door behind him with a grunt. Apparently, Derek Hale did not care for the bizarre and sudden news that Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin were together.