Title: Drove Through Ghosts To Get Here
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Authors: Sxymami0909 and Xtremeroswellia
Timeline: Takes place 1 year after the end of ‘Beyond The Sea’
Series: Post Finale AU
Pairings: Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Kira, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Braeden, Alan Deaton, Peter Hale, Malia Tate-Hale, mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Derek/Lydia, mentions of Stiles/Braeden
Summary: The one year anniversary of Allison's death is right around the corner just in time for a new threat to make it's way to Beacon Hills. With Lydia's banshee powers growing, and dead bodies piling up near the Nemeton, Scott and his pack need to work together to figure out who's behind the latest attacks and what knew evil is on the lose. Tension is mounting in the pack and relationships will be tested when an old ally returns to town with information that could help the pack. But can the pack trust their old friend or has the year passed hardened him to a point of no return?
Author's Note: This is a Stydia story, but it's a slow burn because a lot needs to be rebuilt and there are mentions of other couples and other friendships along the way. One year has passed between this story and 'Beyond the Sea'. You will get to see the missing year in a series of one-shots taking place between 'Beyond the Sea' and this story later on.
Previous Chapters: | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten |
Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen |Sixteen |
Lydia glanced at Stiles and reached out motioning for him to lead the way.
Stiles drew in a breath, leading the way to the door and pulling it open for her silently, and then following her outside into the corridor as they headed for the stairs. “Everything okay?” he asked softly.
Lydia glanced at him and smiled, “Yeah...you? I felt,” she paused, “Something was weird last night.” She told him as her hand tightened around the strap of her bag.
“Weird?” Stiles echoed with uncertainty. That could mean a lot of things, really. He was making conscious efforts not to shut himself down when it came to his own emotions, thus in turn keeping their connection open. But he wasn’t really sure what she meant by weird.
She reached out when she spoke unconsciously touching his arm. “Fluctuating. You were feeling a lot of things at once,” Lydia explained. “I just wasn’t sure if something happened or if that’s just normal for you.”
“That’s...pretty par for the course,” he admitted, grimacing. “Sorry.” And he was. The only way it would be worse was if she was able to hear all his rambling nonsensical thoughts, the way his brain skipped from topic to topic with no time in between one thought to the next. If she could hear his actual thoughts. It was a terrifying thought, really.
Lydia nodded and pulled her hand back as they walked down the steps. “I’ll remember that,” she said softly, “Did you have a good night?” She asked as she stepped off the last stair before heading for the next, not sure why she was asking about his night and not something more important...like why he looked so good today.
“Yeah, it was okay. Just went home and crashed, basically. Talked to Scott for awhile.” He hesitated, glancing at her sideways. “He knows. By the way.”
Lydia arched an eyebrow, “Knows about-Oh...About yesterday?” She asked softly wondering briefly how her next conversation with Scott was going to go. She glanced at him and his mouth caught her eyes Lydia swallowed hard and did her best to focus on his words and nothing else.
“Yeah,” Stiles confirmed, glancing back at her and catching her gaze momentarily. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly, gaze sweeping over her before he forced himself to look away. “I’m trying to...break that whole keeping secrets thing.” He never used to have any secrets from Scott. As it was, there was only really one left.
“Always a good thing,” Lydia pursed her lips, “Did he seem...upset?” She asked once they reached the last step.
“No,” Stiles assured her. “Maybe a little surprised? But not upset.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled the door open for her again.
“Thanks,” she said as she moved through it and then glanced over her shoulder at Stiles. “What did you want to talk about?” Lydia asked curiously her gaze straying down his body briefly remembering the way it felt against hers. She looked away and swallowed hard forcing her heartbeat to once again slow down.
Stiles chewed his lower lip as they made their way toward his jeep. He set the book in the backseat after unlocking the doors, waiting until she’d climbed inside before responding. “Yesterday in general,” Stiles confessed.
Lydia caught his gaze as she got into the jeep. “Oh,” she said sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
And just like that quickly his train of thought was gone, eyes fixed on her lower lip as he swallowed heavily. He had no idea what he was going to say even though he’d kind of mentally walked himself through this conversation half a dozen times since the night before.
Lydia felt herself reach out settling her hand on Stiles’ arm as his gaze fell to her lips. Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed hard. “What about yesterday?” She asked her voice soft as her thumb brushed over his skin.
Stiles blinked a couple of times, trying to focus, but her touch had him very distracted. What about yesterday? He wondered, reaching out to reciprocate with a hand on her arm.
Lydia pulled in a sharp breath, his hand warm against her arm. She felt her stomach muscles clench as she remembered just what those hands were capable of. She swallowed heavily her heartbeat echoing in her ears. “Are you coming in?” She asked finally her body angled towards the open jeep door.
Stiles nodded silently, searching her eyes for a moment before reluctantly pulling away and carefully shutting the passenger side door and moving around to the driver’s side. He opened the door and climbed inside, sliding the keys into the ignition but not turning them to start the engine yet, either. He paused, looking at her silently, remembering how the feel of her body had been against his own. How toned but still somehow soft her curves were. He licked his lips.
The sight of his tongue darting out of his mouth made Lydia shift in her seat. She reached out and brushed her thumb over his bottom lip. “I wanted to call you last night,” she whispered the words leaving her mouth before she could stop them.
Stiles kissed the tip of her thumb without even thinking about his, eyes darkening a little. “Yeah?” He shifted in the seat, body angling toward her, fingers itching to reach out and touch her. He tried to remind himself they were in a parking lot at an apartment building. That there were probably people around, but the thought was so distant it might as well not have been there at all.
Lydia nodded, “Yes,” her tone was soft as she let her hand fall to his shoulder and then travel down his arm. God the pull to touch him was strong, she wondered briefly if there was a dignified way to climb over the seat and straddle his lap.
“Me too,” Stiles admitted just as softly, goosebumps rising up on his skin where her fingers trailed down his arm. He felt it again, of course, the spark between them and he shifted closer just a little, lifting a hand to rest lightly against her neck. And then, he leaned in, pressing his mouth lightly against hers, unable to stop himself.
Lydia gripped his wrist gently leaning into Stiles and immediately opening her mouth beneath his, pressing her lips slightly harder to his. She moved her mouth, coaxing his open and sliding her tongue along the seam of his lips.
Stiles’ eyes drifted shut even as he gave her access to his mouth, their tongues meeting and dancing together in a way that shouldn’t have been so natural or easy considering everything that had happened. Considering that before yesterday they’d kissed exactly one time before and there hadn’t been anything for over a year since. His hand slid up and tangled into her hair, his other one lifting to cup her cheek.
Lydia moaned softly into his mouth shifting towards him. She broke the kiss a minute later and pulled in a sharp breath. She turned her head and pressed a kiss to his hand letting her mouth linger there for a minute. Lydia moved closer to him resting a hand on his leg as she brushed her nose against his cheek. “Maybe we should talk back there,” she whispered nodding to the back seat of the jeep as her hand clenched around his thigh.
Stiles skin was flushed with heat when she pulled away; letting his eyes drift shut again when she nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Between that and her hand on his thigh, squeezing, there was no way they were going to make it out of this parking lot in the next twenty minutes. He really didn’t care that much. Talking could wait. He reached to the side of his seat with one hand and wound his arm around her shoulders before flattening the front seat down. “How’s that?”
The action startled Lydia and she barely caught herself even with his arm around her shoulders, which made a grin pull at her lips. “Convenient,” she answered holding his gaze as she moved her body slowly, carefully avoiding the gear shift between them and brushed against him lifting her leg until she was straddling his waist. Lydia settled her body over his, her legs on either side of his making the hem of her dress ride up slightly.
“Never came in handy until now,” he confessed. It was kind of pathetic, really. Then again he’d only ever really had eyes for her. He sucked in a breath when she straddled him, eyes darkening as he stared up at her, reaching out and resting his hands against her knees. “Christ, Lydia,” he whispered.
“I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday,” Lydia admitted her tongue darting out and wetting her bottom lip as she let her hands slide down his chest, her eyes darkening as she dipped her head down and let her teeth graze his jaw. She trailed her lips across his skin, leaning over him making it easier for her to graze his ear. “Stiles your hands,” She whispered against his skin.
Stiles had to shut his eyes for a moment, swallowing convulsively at her words. “Me too.” He wasn’t sure he was ever going to think about anything other than this again. It felt like his brain had melted, like nothing existed outside of Lydia. He shuddered at the feel of her warm breath against his ear and he slid his hands up her body, cupping her ass without hesitation. “Better?” he mumbled, turning his head and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss.
Lydia gripped his cheek lightly as she returned the kiss, her lips moving hard against his as her heartbeat picked up speed. God, she wished they’d done this more before. Had Lydia known what an amazing kisser Stiles was then they just might have. She felt her lungs starting to burn and she broke the kiss, breathing heavy.
Lydia sat up, the feel of his hands on her ass making arousal curl inside of her, not that she hadn’t been feeling it since yesterday, because she had. “Marginally better,” She said glancing down at Stiles. Lydia bit her bottom lip as she reached behind her body and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress. Her eyes never left his as she slid the material down, pulling her arms out one by one until the top of her dress rested just beneath her breasts.
“Just marginally?” he asked even as his heart thumped hard against his chest, staring up at her with eyes that were glazed over with desire already. He stared at her, sliding his hands up her body slowly. “You are so beautiful. Do you know that?” he whispered, his eyes not leaving her face. Because she was. She’d always been beautiful. He cupped her face in his hands, sitting up just enough that he could kiss her again, nipping lightly at her lower lip the way she’d done to him the day before.
Lydia let her eyes flutter shut a soft moan falling from her throat at the feel of his teeth grazing her lip. His words warmed her heart. She’d been called beautiful before and a bunch of other things as well, but not by anyone who really mattered. Lydia slid her hands beneath Stiles’ shirt running her nails over his abdominal muscles. “Am I?” she asked her breathing heavy, “And maybe that marginally would disappear if you put them to better use,” she mumbled.
Under other circumstances, Stiles might have grinned, or even laughed at her use of snark considering their situation. But this was far too new, far too intense for his reaction to be anything like that. He reached down, lifting her dress up and over her head, discarding it to the side for the time being. He licked his lips at the sight of her red lacy bra and matching underwear. He cupped both of her breasts in his palms as he kissed her again, flicking his thumbs lightly over her nipples as he remembered her reaction from the day before.
Lydia returned the kiss a deep groan filling his mouth as his thumbs moved against her nipples making them harden beneath his touch. Her hands clutched at his skin as she deepened the kiss, their tongues dueling until she once again needed to breath. Lydia shuddered above him a soft noise falling from her throat. “Oh God,” she moaned.
Lydia was breathing heavy as she rocked her hips against his slowly, trying to relieve a bit of the ache growing between her thighs.
Stiles felt her body’s response to his touches and he groaned, too, sliding his hands behind her and undoing the clasp on her bra, sliding it down her arms and off her body, letting it drop atop her already discarded dress. He settled his hands at her waist, rocking up against her in response to her movements, even though he was still fully clothed. He shifted beneath her, gaze hot as it raked up her body, lingering on her bare breasts for the briefest of moments before he reached up once more, stroking her nipples again, watching as they harden even more and then sitting up, capturing one in his lips, lavishing it with his tongue.
A sharp noise left Lydia’s throat as her hand slid to the back of his neck and then threaded through his hair, pleasure filling her face. Heat filled her body, his warm mouth around her nipple driving her crazy. Lydia shifted in his lap and whimpered, “Stiles,” his name came out in a breathy moan as her other hand dropped down between them to his belt.
Lydia fumbled with the buckle slightly, her focus wavering as desire surged inside of her. She arched into his mouth not able to help the way her hips moved in response to his touch. God she loved his mouth. She loved his hands too...Lydia was pretty sure she loved all of him.
Stiles kissed his way across her chest to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first, his mouth worshipping her body even as his fingers slid down her spine leaving a trail of fiery heat in their wake. He shifted beneath her again, urging her hips upwards so he could pull her underwear down and when he’d gotten them down her thighs, he slid two fingers inside of her, groaning softly at how responsive she was. He thought for one second about spontaneous combustion and how it was an actual phenomenon and how it wouldn’t be such a terrible way to go if it was caused by this. He nipped lightly at her collarbone and then covered her mouth with his as he curled his fingers inside of her, stroking. What he lacked in experience -- which admittedly was a lot -- he’d made sure he made up for by copious amounts of research on the female body. Copious amounts of research. Learning by doing was always a great way to do things, but there was something to be said for the ability to read and put the pieces together when the time came.
Lydia released his mouth a sharp cry leaving her throat, “Stiles,” she was all but panting in his lap as pleasure built inside of her, his fingers slipping in and out of her body touching places she was pretty sure hadn’t really existed until this point. She could feel his satisfaction through their connection every time he made her cry out and it only seemed to make her respond louder.
Lydia should probably be worried that she was mostly naked on top of Stiles in the middle of an apartment complex parking lot, where anyone could walk by and see them, but honestly she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything except the boy under her. God she wanted him. She wanted to ride him until he came with her name on his lips. The thought made her eyes shut as she leaned forward her hair falling against him as she finally got his buckle undone.
She was in the process of unzipping his pants when his fingers curled inside of her again and pleasure shot through her, the sound leaving her throat this time louder and more desperate than before.
Stiles couldn’t help but watch her face, and hell yes he was enjoying every single flicker of emotion in her eyes, the way the pleasure tinted her cheeks pink, her neck and chest, too. There wasn’t a single thing about this he wasn’t enjoying. The sounds that escaped her as she rode his fingers made him grow even harder beneath her until it was almost painful.
Stiles slid his thumb over her clit at the same time he curled his fingers again, eyes fixated on her face. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispered. “See what I see.” He drew in a shuddering breath as he felt her hand slide over the front of his jeans to unzip them the rest of the way. “Jesus, Lydia.”
Stiles’ words made her cheeks warm, the way he was looking at her, god no one ever looked at her like that. Like he was taking every single detail in and storing the memory forever. “I need you,” she whispered, a heavy pressure settling in her lower belly as her abdominal muscles clenched. She whimpered again and leaned into him her hips still rocking against his hand. “I’m so close,” she moaned gripping the back of his neck her nails clipping his skin.
She managed to focus enough to slip her hand into his jeans and then through the small hole in the front of his boxers. Lydia could feel him hard against her hand and she groaned. “I need, oh god I need--” but she couldn’t seem to finish the words.
He felt her nails digging into his skin and he slid a third finger inside of her, steadying his other hand on her left hip even as she wrapped her hand around his hardened length, gritting his teeth together against the pressure.
Stiles’ ministrations pushed Lydia over the edge making her cry his name as she came, her body shuddering in his arms, pleasure shooting through her as his thumb continued moving over her swollen clit drawing out her orgasm, small noises falling from her throat constantly
When she shuddered, he sat up enough to wind his arms around her, panting for breath even though he’d barely done anything. Just watching her come apart made his whole body shudder, too. He kissed his way up her chest to her neck and jaw. He couldn’t imagine how they hadn’t done this a thousand times before now when everything about touching her, having her bare right there with him, felt so inherently perfect.
He kissed her earlobe tenderly. “You okay?” he murmured.
Lydia, “Yes,” she breathed as she rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want to ever stop doing this,” she whispered her other hand stroking him slowly, “I’ve never felt this close to you,” Lydia mumbled and she didn’t mean just physically. Their connection was wide open and she could feel him as strongly as she felt her own emotions. It had been so long since Lydia felt whole and god if it didn’t feel amazing. “I want you,” she told him, her breathing picking up speed again though she wasn’t sure how since it had never fully calmed down to begin with.
Stiles kissed her shoulder softly, sliding his hands up her back even as his hips jerked upwards at her touch. She didn’t have to explain what she meant. He knew. He understood, on some level what was happening. Their connection had been shut down for so long and now that it was open again, they were on sensation and emotional overload. “Yeah, well, you’ve got me,” he murmured, capturing her mouth in another kiss. He was hers, whether she’d realized it or not. He’d always been hers.
Lydia cupped his cheek as she returned the kiss moving her mouth over his softly this time as she deepened the kiss, letting her tongue slip into his mouth. Lydia didn’t break the kiss until her lungs burned with a need for oxygen and then she was pressing her hand against his chest pushing him back until his back hit the seat. She shifted, or attempted to but her panties were still right below her thighs restricting her movement. She frowned, still carefully gripping him in her hand between their bodies.
Lydia dipped her head near Stiles’ ear. “Rip them, they’re in my way.” She whispered, warm breath hitting his ear.
Jesus, he thought, eyes darkening even more. He slid his hands up her thighs to grasp the material of her underwear, gritting his teeth as he ripped the material, tossing it aside. He settled his hands at her waist, turning his head so his mouth was near her ear. “Now, Lyds,” he murmured. “Please.” He needed to feel more than just her hand on him.
His words made her stomach clench in a positively delicious way. Lydia shifted lifting herself onto her knees as she released him from her hand momentarily nudging him so he’d lift his hips and she could tug his jeans and boxers down just a bit, giving herself better access to him.
Lydia’s hand was back on him minutes later as she angled herself over him guiding his hardened shaft to her center. She held his gaze as she pushed herself onto him groaning softly as her body sunk down over him, her hands lifting to his shoulders. “God,” she moaned her breathing heavy, “You feel so good.” She marveled rocking her hips slowly so she could get used to having him inside of her again.
Stiles groaned at the same time she did, biting down hard on his lower lip as he rocked up against her just a little, then willed his hips to stay still long enough for her to adjust. It was like coming home, his hands smoothing down her soft skin to settle on her hips. “You feel incredible,” he informed her, breathing unsteady even though they’d barely gotten started.
Lydia closed her eyes warmth enveloping her as her grip tightened on his shoulders and she leaned over him slightly lifting her hips and then sliding back down on him. “You do,” she whispered, her heart racing in her chest, “You feel like home,” she told him not entirely sure how the words came to her, but they did.
Lydia moved again lifting her hips and then sliding back down on him, harder this time. She alternated between rotating her hips as she rocked against him and lifting her hips up and down trying to increase the friction inside of her.
Stiles’ large hands gripped her hips, helping her rise off him and arching his back up to meet her halfway. It didn’t dawn on him for a minute that she uttered the words he’d thought only seconds before. He rocked up against her harder, sliding his fingers over her and stroking her once more as blood pounded through his veins, mind spinning circles in his skull. They fit together perfectly in every way, he thought idly, keeping his eyes on hers as they moved together.
Lydia’s breathing was picking up speed and she shifted her hand cupping Stiles’ cheek as she continued moving, letting his hands guide her even as she quickened her pace, needing something a little harder, faster. “I’m so glad you're home,” she mumbled the words as heat followed in the wake of his hands. Stiles set her body on fire, he touched her and it was like nothing else existed but him.
Lydia released his cheek and sat up straighter her body curving as she arched in his lap one hand pressing against the side of his seat the other flat against his chest. She used his body and the seat as leverage to move her hips faster, louder noises slipping from her throat now. Lydia finally let her eyes slide shut, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she rode him hard.
Stiles let her set the pace, breathing growing more ragged as she moved atop him, eyes transfixed by the sight. Her head was tossed back, pleasure etched into her delicate features, lips swollen from kissing him. There were beads of perspiration on her skin, tiny droplets shining like liquid jewels. He sat up a little, swiping his tongue over her the pulse point in her neck and grazing it lightly with his teeth.
Her movements were getting faster and he could feel himself getting closer. He flicked his thumb over her clit as he thrust up into her harder, wrapping his other arm tightly around her back. “Fuck,” he uttered, gasping, fingers digging lightly into her hip.
Lydia clutched at his shirt pressing herself against him, the material rubbing against her nipples, making her gasp as she moved with him. “Stiles,” she whimpered his name as her nails dug into his back. She was close, God so fucking close. The feel of him thrusting up into her was probably the best feeling in the world.
Lydia moved erratically in his arms, striving for completion. Her thighs burned with the force of her movements and her skin was glossy. But Lydia didn’t care. She tilted her head and her hair fell around them. A heavy pressure built in her lower belly and her noises grew louder, more unrestrained. Lydia was pretty sure at this angle anyone looking over at the jeep could see her completely naked and grinding in Stiles lap with wild abandon even as the car moved beneath them, but it was just another thing she couldn't care less about.
The entire world could see her rocking and moaning against Stiles and Lydia wouldn’t give a flying fuck as long as he didn’t stop moving inside of her. And then her thoughts were gone because his finger was on her clit again and that was all it took to send her spiraling over the edge with a strangled cry. Her body tightened around his, arms, legs, and the snug canal around his shaft. Her inner muscles pulsed and clenched around him as her orgasm ripped through her pleasure sliding through her veins making her shake in his arms from the force of it.
Stiles wrapped his arms around her more tightly as he felt her inner muscles tightening around him. He buried his face against her neck as his own orgasm hit, thrusting into her a couple of more times and shuddering before collapsing back down onto the flattened seat, bringing her with him so her body was covering his own. He shut his eyes, licking his lips as his hands rubbed up and down her spine.
One hand lifted to tangle in her hair, massaging her scalp lightly. He kissed the top of her head, exhausted. His heart beat wildly in his chest as it rose and fell beneath her ear. “I’m pretty sure that...if we did that three times a day every day for the rest of our lives, it still wouldn’t feel like enough.” Also it would probably kill them both. But it wouldn’t be a bad way to go, all things considered.
Lydia grinned against his neck, pressing a light kiss there as she attempted to catch her breath. “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” she quipped letting her teeth bit his earlobe gently before soothing it with her tongue. “With the way I’m feeling right now,” she said shifting slightly against him to get comfortable and sucking in a sharp breath at how sensitive her body still was, “I’d let you have me as many times a day as you wanted,” she whispered against his skin.
Stiles groaned softly at the feel of her teeth on his ear, and felt his body stirring with interest again as she shifted. Not enough to do anything about it for awhile, but that was new. That was awesome. He let out a breath. “I’m not even sure I can count that high,” he informed her, trailing his fingers over her shoulder and down her arm.
Lydia chuckled softly, a small smile on her lips. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her hand trailing over his neck and pausing on the scar there. Her brows drew together, “What’s this?” She asked, her voice quiet as she slid her finger over the scar right as Stiles leg started vibrating. Lydia jumped slightly the vibration hitting the skin of her thigh because of the way she was sitting on him.
Stiles felt her finger moving over the scar on his neck and his chest tightened a little. Before he had a chance to respond to her question, though, his stupid phone vibrated.
“I’m going to start thinking you have vibrating body parts if this is going to become a habit,” Lydia commented.
Stiles chuckled lightly at her remark and smirked up at her as she sat up so he could reach it in his jeans pocket. “And I’m going to start thinking there’s a conspiracy to railroad me out of post-coital cuddle time,” he complained, making a face as he saw the caller ID.
Nope, not awkward at all. Except it was completely and totally awkward and seriously. Next time they were together like this, he was going to shut the damn thing off first. He drew in a breath and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey.”
Michael moved his hand away from his face when he heard his son answer. “Hey, I’m glad I got through to you,” he said straightening up. “There’s been another murder,” he said his voice tired. “I called Scott he’s already on his way to the preserve. I told him I’d call you and tell you to meet him there. He wants to check around the area while things are still fresh.” He said with a wince.
Lydia sat on Stiles watching his face as she played with the hem of his shirt trying to hear who was on the phone.
Stiles eyes shifted to look at Lydia, a grimace twisting onto his face as he mouthed, “My dad” to her. He listened, worry clouding his gaze as he sat up, sliding his free arm around Lydia to help her sit up. He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, reaching out and picking her bra up, carefully sliding it up and onto her arms. “All right. Okay, we’ll meet him there.” He paused, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Are you okay?” He resisted the urge to ask do we know who the victim is? because his dad already sounded so tired. He fastened the clasp of Lydia’s bra in back, lifting his hand to cup her cheek.
Lydia frowned her body tensing above him as she absently leaned into his touch. She could hear his Dad talking now that he was closer, but the words were still unclear.
“Yeah, I’m okay one of the deputies thought he saw something, but...well everyone thought he sounded kind of crazy when he started talking about shadows stalking the area.” Michael just wished they could figure out who was doing this so people in his town stopped dying...at least for the time being.
Stiles shifted the phone a little so maybe she could hear better. “All right, Dad. Just...be careful okay?” he said worriedly, reaching for Lydia’s dress and sliding it over her head without really thinking about it. “We’ll meet Scott there.” He wanted to tell his dad that they were going to figure it out. That they would stop whoever it was, that no one else was going to get hurt. But he couldn’t make those promises. Not now. He swallowed heavily as guilt filled his chest. “I’ll call you as soon as we know anything.”
“Good,” Michael paused, “And Stiles, be careful. I’ll be home for dinner tonight and you and Scott better be there in one piece.” He said quietly as he ran a hand through his hair.
“We will, Dad. We’ll see you soon.” He paused. “I love you.” He hung up the phone a moment later, meeting Lydia’s eyes as he zipped up dress. “There’s been another death.” His voice was quiet. “We need to meet Scott at the preserve.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Lydia closed her eyes and swallowed hard, nodding. “Okay. Did your Dad say who?” She asked quietly as she glanced down at his hands a soft expression crossing her face. She waited until he was finished and then gripped his shoulders again and shifted pulling herself off his body carefully. She bit her lower lip as she tugged the skirt of her dress down while maneuvering into the passenger seat lifting up her torn panties and glancing around the jeep for somewhere inconspicuous to toss them, “We should go, Scott’s probably already halfway there.”
“No. I’m not sure they know yet. It’s pretty fresh.” He grimaced, hesitating. “Lydia, maybe…” His voice trailed off, not wanting her to have to see whatever it is they were going to see. He didn’t even want Scott to have to see it. But Stiles was used to seeing things like what he knew they were likely going to find at the preserve. He’d grown numb to it.
Lydia’s brows drew together and she watched him for a minute before frowning trying to focus on what he was feeling. When she finally did her eyes turned to slits. “If you think you’re leaving me here Stilinski, you’re out of your mind.” She said dropping her panties on his gear shift. “Start the car, we need to meet Scott.” She said as she leaned back against the passenger seat and reached for her seatbelt, shifting uncomfortably and grimacing realizing they probably should have thought the whole sex in the parking lot thing out better, not that she was complaining in the slightest.
Stiles had a feeling she wasn’t going to acquiesce to that particular suggestion. He wasn’t the least bit surprised at his response. “Right.” He slid forward, raising the seat back up and sliding his seatbelt across his chest and fastening into place. He turned the engine on and pulled out of the parking lot, driving toward the preserve without another word.