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emplehenoemos

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Oct 28, 2012 16:54

By Sunday night, Lydia actually feels like she's got some control of her brain again. She manages to spend some time with Stiles that doesn't include ripping each other's clothes off (okay, so, the ripping was mostly Lydia, but he'd snuck away to eat while she was asleep and when she woke up from that dream he was dressed and taking way too long to ( Read more... )

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alotofadderall October 28 2012, 21:41:16 UTC

Lydia's a little more clear-headed after the couple of days Stiles has spent with her, mainly in bed, though what happened after he took a quick foray to pick up some food was certainly interesting. And destructive, towards his clothing. How Lydia even managed to rip his hoodie, he doesn't know, but it was kind of awesomeHis dad doesn't seem suspicious of anything and Stiles drives to school in particularly high spirits. Frankly, a few days ago after Gerard's attack, he'd thought his life couldn't get any worse. But then, they always said it had to get worse before it got better, right ( ... )

emplehenoemos October 28 2012, 21:48:11 UTC

Speaking of something new.

Lydia...smells Stiles before she sees him or hears him. It's probably a side effect of the receeding heat, since she's been really aware of his presence ever since it started. But it doesn't bother her at all. In fact, she just smiles a little wider, almost literally lighting up when she sees him approach. It's silly, alright? But now that everything's laid out on the table, she thinks she's allowed to act like she likes him without always having to worry about who's looking.

"Stiles! There you are. I was looking for you." She doesn't even know why he says anything to Jackson because she definitely wouldn't, and if she wasn't reaching up into her locker to grab the bagels, she'd punch Jackson for being an asshole. Instead, she says "Ignore him." and opens the bag.

"Okay, I took a guess. Please don't tell me you're allergic to strawberries." She hands over the wrapped bagel before nudging her locker closed.

This is Lydia ignoring Jackson and his growly dog act.

alotofadderall October 28 2012, 21:55:19 UTC

Lydia's smile gets noticeably brighter when she sees him, and Stiles takes that as a good sign. Maybe this could actually work between them. He was certainly more than willing to try.

He sobers at Jackson's insult, one hand reaching up to the wound on his chin. A lot worse than a bus, asshole, Stiles thinks, letting his gaze flicker back to Lydia. He manages a small smile at the food, chuckling a little.

"No, I'm not allergic. But I see you've figured out the secret," Stiles unwraps the bagel and winks. "Quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

Jackson's just standing there watching them in something that resembles the lovechild of shock and befuddlement.

emplehenoemos October 28 2012, 22:03:19 UTC

When he reaches up to fiddle with the wound on his chin, she grabs his wrist and tugs it down. It's more of a reflex than anything, after spending all weekend getting on him about picking at his various wounds and bruises. "Stop that."

Through his stomach. Right. Lydia laughs and raises an eyebrow at him. "Stomach. Yeah, sure." What? She's not going to pretend they didn't spend all weekend having sex. That's just stupid.

Ignoring Jackson is fairly easy, since it seems like his brain has completely fried, or at least to the point where he can't really come up with a plausible insult. "I didn't know what you'd want, so. I went for an overabundance of sugar. And if you bite into that right now I'm going to be really pissed off." She folds her arms, leaning against her open locker.

Where's her good morning kiss, Stilinski?

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