#stydia holidays

Chapter 14: We Could Be Stars

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada too

Summary: The box contains several small items, all of which are wrapped in tissue paper. She selects one and carefully removes the paper. Stiles cups his hand over her knee just as a beam of amber light flashes off the surface of the object she has uncovered…and she remembers.

She remembers a night in December – just six months ago, when Stiles woke her from a sleep…

The first thing she clearly remembers is the sound of her name, said by his voice.

“Lydia…”

Her mind had been contentedly drifting in that mystical place, somewhere between sleep and awake, where dreams and reality mingle into one blissfully perfect haze. The place where she had been dreaming of him. Stiles.

“Lydia… Lydia… Wake up.” His tone was uniquely soft and charming, and the spell that kept her wandering in slumber was broken.

An impression of crisp winter air swept the last trace of fog from her mind, and she could feel that he was sitting next to her on the bed.

The next thing she remembers is his touch; long fingers and warm palm looping around her wrist, thumb gliding over her knuckles. Her entire body came alive – skin tingling, heart picking up pace, lungs tightening, stomach tethering into butterfly mode – but she kept her eyes closed. She had to.

“Lyds, come on…” he coaxed.

It was tempting to give in, but she had been there before; excitement over his presence darkened by the cloud of impending doom that continually hovered over them. Her eyes remained shut.

“I know you’re awake. Open your eyes for me.”

When she didn’t comply, he huffed out a sigh and stirred alongside her, but she instinctively countered his move, grabbing his sleeve so he wouldn’t turn on the lamp.

“No,” she refused.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Because all it would take would be one look. One look at that face – soulful brown eyes, adorable upturned nose, lips which were probably quirked into a beautiful crooked smile, flawlessly angled jawline that framed it – and she knew she would cave...same as she had the last five times he dragged her out of bed in the middle of the night.

But that was not happening. Not tonight.

Or so she thought...

Chapter 14 - We Could Be Stars

Fandom - Teen Wolf

Characters - Stiles + Lydia (and Prada too)

“I know you’re awake. Open your eyes for me.”

When she didn’t comply, he huffed out a sigh and stirred alongside her, but she instinctively countered his move, grabbing his sleeve so he wouldn’t turn on the lamp.

“No,” she refused.

“Why not?”

“Because.”

Because all it would take would be one look. One look at that face – soulful brown eyes, adorable upturned nose, lips which were probably quirked into a beautiful crooked smile, flawlessly angled jawline that framed it – and she knew she would cave...same as she had the last five times he dragged her out of bed in the middle of the night.

But that was not happening. Not tonight.

Or so she thought...

“Pleeeease…” he crooned.

If honey had a sound, that would have been it; single syllable leisurely dripping off his tongue, so sweet she could almost taste it. The saccharine tang of its flavor oozed its way through her, sending delicious shivers all over her body. Her resolve was already beginning to weaken.

“What time is it?” she yawned.

“Uh… It’s a quarter past midnight.”

That was when she realized what day it was. “Sti-les,” she groaned, throwing the covers over her head. “Do you know what that means?”