lydiascreams | [023. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe]

[023. I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe]

[Closed Spam - Stiles]
[After seeing Allison's message, after replying to it, Lydia made almost a beeline to Stiles' cabin. She knocked, but let herself in only to find him in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She didn't think twice before sliding in next to him and wrapping her arms around him without a word. There wasn't anything to say, they were both heartbroken and they wanted it all to go away. So they just laid there until they both fell asleep. Her before him, as usual.

Now, as she wakes up, she doesn't even know what time it is. Stiles seems to be out still, so she gets up off the bed slowly and steps into his bathroom to wash her face and take a second to thank the mix of waxes that make her mascara waterproof so she doesn't look like a racoon despite everything. Not that Stiles would care. But she does.

As she makes her way back into the bedroom as quietly as possible she spots the pink, ugly Christmas sweater her eight year old self left there when she went to get her coat, neatly folded over Stiles' desk. Lydia steps over to it and places a hand over it. Although it's ugly, she suddenly feels the urge to pull it on. It looks warm and comfortable. So she does. It instantly makes her feel lighter, comforted, warm.

And then she spots Stiles' Christmas sweater right next to where hers was. And a smile appears on her face.

Lydia sits down by the edge of his bed slowly not to scare him and gently places the sweater over his chest as she lifts a hand to brush at his hair.]

Stiles? Wake up.

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[It's a few hours later and Lydia looks a lot more festive already. On top of her pink sweater, she has a red headband on, her make up and curls have been redone and she looks perfectly put together.

Behind her is her room, already all decorated with silver, purple and pink decorations. Along with a small, white Christmas tree in the corner, with ornaments in the same color scheme.]

Hello Barge!

The Holidays are coming up as you must have noticed and me and my helpful elves -- that is Stiles, Scott and Jackson -- have been going around the cabins to help everyone get a little more festive!

We're knocking on everyone's doors on the next few days and decorating for you! If you have a specific color schemes you'd like to see in your room, let us know and we'll help you!

Happy Holidays! [And with a bright grin, she waves at the camera, and hangs up.]

[Open Spam]
[Lydia's been very busy lately. On top of everything with Stiles and the decorating, she's been working on something else. Not alone, of course. Barbara, well Babs, did most of it. And Allison helped. But now it's done and she needs to hand them out.

It's late at night, past eleven, when she can be seen dropping boxes off by the following cabins: Bucky's, Steve's, Peter's, Isaac's, Kira's, Jackson's, Scott's, Allison's and finally, Stiles'. For those finding the packages, it'll include a note: Happy early Christmas, Pack! ♥ Lydia.

Alternatively, all during the day she can be found going up and down the hallways with a box of decorations and a determined smile on her face, or knocking right at your door with an offer to decorate.]

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[Of course it ends up taking her longer to redo her her updo than for him to get ready. And then when they go get their drinks from the cafeteria, she insists they both should have breakfast because obviously it's almost as important as decorating.

A little while later they finally make their way back to the common room to pick up the decorations.]

Have you decided on the colors yet?

[He's felt much more cheerful this morning than he has in a very long time. He literally can't remember the last time he felt this upbeat and positive.]

I think you were right. Red and white. Good Christmas colors, plus it will solidify my alliance with Steve. [He grins. It's mostly a joke, cause it's not like his friendship with Steve is dependent on what colors he decorates his room for Christmas with.]

What about yours? I mean, we gotta do yours next, right? What colors are you going with?

[With a bright smile, she lets go of his hand and starts going through the boxes of decorations the Admiral left for them. Picking up what they can use and separating into one box.]

Steve is pack, I don't think you need to solidify your alliance, Stiles. [She throws him a smile, though. She likes Steve a lot.]

Silver and pink will be mine. With some purple in there.

[He watches her for a moment before reaching for one of the other boxes, a soft smile tugging at his mouth as they work side by side, sorting through decorations.]

Silver and pink and purple, huh? [He's not surprised, considering her room, really.] You know those aren't really traditional Christmas colors, right? [His voice is teasing.]

I think you're going traditional enough for the two of us.

[Lydia grins over at him. Then picks up a couple of red and white tinsel garlands and drapes them over his shoulders.]

And it's more important that it matches my room, anyway. I couldn't possibly stand to go in there with red or green decorations on those walls.

[He turns to face her when she drapes the garland around his shoulder, amusement dancing in his eyes.]

Well, I don't know. I think that could work out okay, ultimately.

[She doesn't really realize what she said until he says that. And then she quickly picks up on the meaning behind it and cocks her head because despite her being amused by it, it's surprisingly bold for Stiles.

But she isn't one to miss an opportunity, so she tugs on the garland, and takes a step forward.]

Really? Why is that?

[He steps toward her, too, reaching out and resting his hands on her hips as if they're about to dance, and he meets her eyes.]

Well because it means you could just, you know. Stay with me. More often, obviously.

[He smiles.]

[She lifts her hands to the back of his neck as she steps closer. She has to to be able to reach up.]

You mean more than every other night? [That's an exaggeration, really. Since she switched rooms and Jerry can't come into her cabin, she hasn't been spending the night as much. But she misses having that excuse sometimes. Often.]

You want me to?

[Maybe it's the fact that they're both suddenly in really good moods even if it's kind of weird that they're suddenly in really good moods. Maybe it's because her hands are against the back of his neck and that just doesn't seem like a very platonic gesture. He smiles faintly at her first question, and lifts his hand to her cheek at the second one. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.]

Yeah. Every night would be okay, really. [His voice is softer now as he searches her eyes.]

[It's not meant to be a platonic gesture. A lot of what she's been doing isn't meant to be platonic. But at the same time, she doesn't want to rush him. Everything with Stiles is brand new for her, too. She's never been friends with someone first. She never had them mean so much to her before anything ever even happened.]

I could potentially be okay with that. [But having a platonic relationship with him, with occasional kissing isn't really enough for her.]

What else do you want, Stiles?

[Worry flickers over his features at that. Potentially. That could mean so many things. But it's her question that makes him drop his gaze for a brief moment before it flickers back up to her face.]

You. I just -- want you. [He leans his forehead against hers. In the back of his mind, he knows there are other things to consider, but for the life of him he can't think of him, he can't remember what those things are.]

[Lydia smiles and shakes her head, brushing her fingers over the hair against the back of his neck to try and sooth whatever is causing that worry she sees there.

He really doesn't get it.]

You're such an idiot, Stiles. [Her words are soft as she brushes her nose against his.]

You already have me.

[His breath catches when she brushes her nose against his and he swallows hard.]

Oh.

[A smile tugs at his lips and he nods as he finally catches on. He leans in, closing the small distance between them and kissing her softly.]

[She kisses him back without hesitation, but deeper than before. Because she wants him to understand that she wants this. That he doesn't have to hold back or be afraid or whatever it is that's stopping him from going any further.

So she wraps her arms around his neck, tiptoes and presses her whole body closer to his.]

[His eyes drift shut and his hand cradles her cheek as they kiss and when she moves closer, he wraps his other arm around her to help her keep her balance when she rises to her tiptoes. His heart is beating quickly, and he wonders if he's still asleep and dreaming or if this is really happening. If he is dreaming, it's the best dream he's had in a long, long time.]

[So many of the times when they kissed in the past, it was about something else. A panic attack. Reassurance that things were gonna be okay. That they weren't alone. Making sure they really were together again.

But this isn't like that. There's no weight behind it. No worries about anything else, no need for comfort or reassurance about anything except for Stiles to understand that this is what she wants. That she wants him, too.

When she finally breaks the kiss for air, she doesn't really pull away from him. She keeps one arm wrapped around his neck and her other hand remains in his hair. With a deep breath, she opens her eyes and looks up at him, smiling.]

Do you get it now?

[When she pulls away finally and smiles, he's smiling too, eyes brighter than usual. Because yeah. He gets it now. He nods slightly, eyes locked on hers as he strokes her cheek lightly with his thumb.]

Yeah. I think so.

[His grin widens a bit more as something occurs to him.]

So...remember when you came to my room to get a coat when you were your younger self?

[She leans into his touch, twisting her fingers gently through his hair as she watches him with matching bright eyes.]

... Yeah? Why? [His question is a little unexpected. She remembers the flood clearly, unlike when it's a mirror flood, these memories feel like her own. But she doesn't remember anything special happening while she was there. Or anything embarrassing.]

Well, you brought your notebook to my room, too. With the list of stuff little you wanted for Christmas.

[He has to bite his lip to keep his smile from turning into a big, goofy grin now.]

And you read it? That's like reading my journal! [She's totally teasing him, though. Because the look on his face is adorable. And he's making it hard for her not to grin.

But while she remembers writing the list, she doesn't know what, specifically was in it.]

What was I asking for?

You left it open on my desk! [His voice rises just a little in protest, and then he realizes she's teasing him and he laughs softly.]

Mostly just...things like dolls and art stuff. Also you wanted to be Ariel, and I have to point out that -- been there, done that. But...[He grins now, arching his eyebrows.]

Your younger self also wished for me to be your boyfriend when you were older. So that's...interesting.

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[She's watching him with a smile, not entirely sure where he's going with this. But then he says it, and yes, he does really, finally get it.

And he isn't fidgeting and looking away. He isn't insecure and uncomfortable. He's looking right at her and he looks so happy. Her chest feels warm all of the sudden, and maybe her cheeks do too. But she's still smiling.]

Are you offering to make that wish come true, Stiles?

Yes. Yes, definitely. Offering that, if that's still on your wish list.

[And by the look on her face, he's sure that it is. That he's reading this all right, that she really does want to give this a shot and he's pretty sure that his own eight year old self is in another universe doing excited backflips. Hell. His sixteen year old self probably is, too. Her cheeks are a little pinker than usual and it feels like his are, too, and holy crap is this really happening?]

I'd really like to make that wish happen.

It's definitely on my wish list.

[She figured she was going to have to be the one to figure out how to have this conversation about where they were going and what they were doing and what it all meant. But she didn't think it was going to be this easy. Or this simple. Or feel this right. She should have guessed at least on that last one, though.

Lydia pulls her hand back from around his neck and cups his cheek, brushing her nose against his and smiling brightly.]

I do want you to be my boyfriend, Stiles. [And saying it like that sounds almost childish. But she feels like she should say it. To make it clear.]

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