new york wolves } { of lonely thanksgivings and "food poisoning"

[beanchaointe]

Sam: [so yeah, working in the cubicle farm on Thanksgiving. Most of the staff is off celebrating but there are a few in and around because the law rests for no man. And Sam is making a killing on billable hours at holiday pay rate soooo he's finishing his coffee as he realizes he should probably eat...]

Lydia: [and she is sneaking in because she can still flirt her way into anything still - she's not that rusty - and thanks to a very helpful associate she manages to find her way to Sam's desk, and knocks lightly on the cubicle] Hungry?

Sam: [and he looks up and blinks] Lydia... hey, how did you... hi?

Lydia: Hi. One of the associates let me in and made a point to tell me that he was going to be gone for the rest of the night, so I'm pretty sure he thinks you're getting laid but - [she holds up the basket in her hands] - I decided not to fly home for Thanksgiving and didn't want to do it on my own. And then I remembered an overworked law associate who probably needs to take a break.

Sam: [his eyes had widened at the whole getting laid part, but then he sees the basket and just smiles] I probably do, but you didn't have to do this...

Lydia: I know I didn't have to. I wanted to. [she raises her eyebrows at him] Are you hungry or not?

Sam: I'm always hungry. Let me just save this and we can go into the conference room. [and he goes to type]

Lydia: [nods and takes a step back to wait for him to finish]

Sam: [aaaand] Okay, come with me. Can I grab anything from the kitchen?

Lydia: [she shakes her head] Nope. I've got it covered.

Sam: [he will show her to one of the conference/training rooms. Not the fancy ones upstairs, but the ones downstairs with no windows, a door and a single table for 12 people and chairs]

Lydia: [she glances around it and nods as she goes to put the basket down on the table] Are you a wine or beer person?

Sam: Beer. Wine gives me headaches.

Lydia: [she nods and pulls out a beer for him and wine for her, before two styrofoam containers with Thanksgiving meals in them. she got them from a restaurant, she didn't have enough time to cook]

Sam: [and he opens his and smiles] So this is what a modern day thanksgiving meal is supposed to look like?

Lydia: For the college student that lacks a kitchen, at any rate.

Sam: Better than a bargain box of KFC. [he pulls out his keys for the bottle opener to open his beer]

Lydia: [makes a face] Far better. [and she'll open the wine to pour herself a glass] Do you have a lot of cases this time of year?

Sam: No, but give it two weeks into the holidays and yeah, you won't see me until March.

Lydia: That ... is insane.

Sam: Holidays make people to stupid things.

Lydia: I guess so.

Sam: I'm sure you've experienced it.

Lydia: My family is not violent. We're mostly passive aggressive.

Sam: Words can hurt a lot more than fists.

Lydia: [she shrugs because she knows it's true] Our family makes a habit of putting on our best faces. Can't let anyone see us crack.

Sam: And they wonder why you went to college on the other side of the country?

Lydia: I didn't at first. I started at Northwestern.

Sam: Before the whole banshee stuff through, right?

Lydia: [she nods] Yeah. But my mom wouldn't have let me come out here if Stiles wasn't here.

Sam: And Stiles is your good friend here?

Lydia: [she nods] Yeah. We went to high school together. [and dated. a lot.]

Sam: And he's here now for college?

Lydia: Yeah. He goes to NYU. [and his pack is here, but she doesn't know if that's something she can say to Sam. it's not her secret to tell]

Sam: Nice. That's a good school.

Lydia: Yeah, it is. He plays lacrosse there.

Sam: Yeah, I never got that sport.

Lydia: It was our school's version of football. It's actually a lot of fun.

Sam: [makes that Huh face and shrugs] Yeah, I'm a football guy. But hey, if it's what your school did, that's cool.

Lydia: Well, our football team sucked. But our lacrosse team won the state championship two years in a row. [that being said] Do you like hockey?

Sam: I like it live. It's kinda boring to watch on TV.

Lydia: Okay, well, lacrosse is basically the male version of field hockey. Just as violent, but no ice skating.

Sam: Oh, don't get me wrong - I know what it is. It's actually a Native American sport. I just never got into playing it.

Lydia: Have you ever been to a game?

Sam: I would have had to stay in school for a long enough time to be able to actually care about it?

Lydia: Maybe you should come to one of the NYU games. They're actually pretty good.

Sam: I don't have to be a student to go?

Lydia: [she shakes her head] No, not at all. You just can't get in for free.

Sam: Makes sense. I think I can put in a few bucks to support the team.

Lydia: Good. We can go together. [because she still feels weird about going to support Stiles but going by herself]

Sam: [he looks at her a moment] As friends... or are you asking me out on a date?

Lydia: [her eyes dart to him for a moment, studying his face carefully. She'll admit that she's grown to like Sam - a lot - there's a lot she's still unsure of about her life in general] The former. [then there's a beat as her look turns a bit curious] Do you want it to be a date?

Sam: Well, seeing that technically I tried to badger you as a witness, I'm surprised you still talk to me at all. [smiles] But for the formal record... I wouldn't mind either.

Lydia: [her head ducks a bit as she nods] Good to know. [there's another beat] I just ... I'm still figuring out my stuff. Trying not to fall back on old habits.

Sam: Hey, not judging. Plus anyway, 90 hour work weeks make it hard to do a lot so I'm really just happy having a real friend in town.

Lydia: [she nods with a small smile] Yeah. Me too.

Sam: [yeah, smiling back] Do you need a corkscrew to open that wine bottle?

Lydia: No, I think I brought one. [and she will go rifling around in the basket until she finds it]

Sam: [and he's going to sit back with his beer and sip it, debating on how he's going to attack this meal] I'll admit, I'm surprised you're here. I mean, not just in the office, but not with your friends or family.... as crazy as you've told me they can be at holidays.

Lydia: [she shrugs] I didn't seem worth it to fly home just to be there for the weekend. Plus I have exams next week, so I figured it was better to just stay here instead.

Sam: Probably a better plan.

Lydia: [she nods] Downside to that is I don't really have a whole lot of friends in town where I could just ... invite myself to Thanksgiving dinner. It was a lot lonelier than I thought it would be.

Sam: I know that feeling. Like I said, I was going to go to KFC in a few minutes before you showed up.

Lydia: [she nods] I'm just glad you were actually here. Knowing my luck you might have had an epiphany and decided to ... go to the parade or something.

Sam: [laughs] Yeah, you'd really have to be desperate for company to deal with that mob.

Lydia: I much preferred watching it from my TV.

Sam: [he just shrugs] Never really got into parades either.

Lydia: [she shrugs] It's mostly good for background noise. Some of the marching bands are pretty good though.

Sam: I'll just have to take your word for it.

Lydia: [she nods] So we've already established you're not into lacrosse or parades or holidays - what are you into?

Sam: Books. Music. Movies. [things that he could take with him. Things that he was able to own and carry in a bag and could let himself get attached to]

Lydia: What kind of books?

Sam: I'll read pretty much anything. Correction - almost anything. But I like fantasy the most. Lord of the Rings, mythological tales. I tend to shy away from horror though.

Lydia: Most of my reading tends to be academic. I never really took to fiction.

Sam: So you've never read The Notebook, just watch the movie?

Lydia: I read it. [she pauses for a moment, considering] It's just ... I never really connected with it. It's easier when you can actually see it.

Sam: I get that. For me - having a television with more than local stations was a luxury. Books I could get at the library. And once you read the story... it's in your head. No one can take that from you or leave it behind when you had to leave in the middle of the night for some reason.

Lydia: I tended to use that space for other things. I learned more dead languages then will ... ever be useful.

Sam: [chuckles] You'd be surprised. I know quite a few.

Lydia: I speak Archaic Latin.

Sam: [in archaic latin] I am impressed with your knowledge.

Lydia: [tips her head to the side and returns the favor] I like to learn. And I got bored with classical Latin.

Sam: This version is what a lot of hunter books are written in. My father made me translate.

Lydia: Really? They date that far back?

Sam: Oh yeah. And some use it so that only other hunters or scholars can read.

Lydia: [her head tips] Why? Are the supernatural secrets that important?

Sam: Well, a lot of the ones I read have spells in them to summon demons or expel demons or just.... demony stuff.

Lydia: Oh. You made it seem like they were doing it to protect the information.

Sam: Well, sometimes. [he picks up the fork] I mean, my dad used it to write code a lot in his journal. He should have thought about that before he taught his youngest son it. [smirks]

Lydia: [she snorts] My grandmother worked for IBM. I have a feeling anything she tried to tell me would have been written in computer code.

Sam: Do you know computer code?

Lydia: [she shakes her head] Nope.

Sam: Well, lucky for you, I spent half my undergrad learning to be a part time hacker.

Lydia: Really?

Sam: I hung out with the nerd crowd. Beer, pizza, and hacking into the FBI was our idea of a good time.

Lydia: Interesting.

Sam: Welcome to my exciting life.

Lydia: My college experience was mostly frat parties and ... bad life choices with frat boys.

Sam: [chuckles] You and most anyone who is in a frat or goes to a frat...

Lydia: [she shakes her head] It's just ... one of the bad habits I'm trying not to fall back on. Much as I may want to sometimes.

Sam: Well, best way to avoid that is to avoid frat houses at all costs.

Lydia: [she nods] That's been my method. But unlike most of my supernatural friends, I can still get drunk, and sometimes you just want some ... company. [hot, sweaty, no-strings-attached company]

Sam: Yeah, trust me, I know that feeling. And why it's good not to give into it.

Lydia: [she shrugs] It's not that I'm ashamed of it. I just know better now than to think it's what I want.

Sam: Want and Need are two different things.

Lydia: [she smirks] They are. But sometimes you tell yourself they're the same to keep yourself on track.

Sam: Well, I can tell you right now, I want to get the recipe for this stuffing. This is amazing. [leans in a bit to eat more]

Lydia: The diner on Fifth.

Sam: I need to go there more often.

Lydia: Definitely worth the trip.

Sam: Maybe you could meet me there one day and remind me to eat food again?

Lydia: Do you think I can trust you to make it there of your own volition?

Sam: You may have to text me the address.

Lydia: I can do that.

Sam: Good. [and he's going to go back to his food]

Lydia: [and she will do the same and they will chat lightly over it for a while?]

Sam: [totally chat about things, and somewhere along the way the last associate will poke his head in and tell Sam he's the last one on the floor and see him tomorrow]

Lydia: [and she will glance up, before glancing back to him] Should I let you get back to work?

Sam: Nah, I'm off the clock right now. And I think I was already at some ridiculous number for the week that I could leave if I wanted to.

Lydia: So why don't you?

Sam: Honestly? I don't really have anything to go home too. Just a pile of books. And a rubber plant

Lydia: So go see a movie. Go out for a drink.

Sam: [he just shrugs, stabbing his turkey with the fork a moment] Maybe. I think there was something out I could dull my mind with. Or there's the game tonight. I'll figure it out.

Lydia: [she nods slowly, pushing what's left of her food around and wondering if she should try and suggest they do something together but she's probably taken up enough of his time]

Sam: [yeah, yeah he doesn't want to do that either because he doesn't want to look too needy]

Lydia: [she will finish up her dinner and start packing up what's left] Anyway. Thanks for indulging me.

Sam: Anytime. I'll repay the favor maybe when you're having finals and not making time to eat?

Lydia: Sure. Sounds good.

Sam: And thank you again.

Lydia: Anytime. [and with that, she will head back to her dorm]

Sam: [and he will clean up and... he's distracted so he will give up working and head home... and then decide to just go to a movie instead.]

Lydia: [good boy, Sam]

Sam: [and he will probably end up in a bar after to watch the second half of the game]

Lydia: [unfortunately she's probably going to stay in for the rest of the night to keep her from making those unfortunate drunk choices. Because she's already a little tipsy from the wine and adding more alcohol to the mix will end with her going home with someone]

Sam: [and Sam... well there are a few girls who are trying because everyone loves a tall man in a suit. But they aren't fiery little redheads who are currently he seems to be attracted to]

Lydia: [too bad for them. because Lydia totally wants to climb him like a tree]

Sam: [oh he so wants her too. He just doesn't want to be that guy]

Lydia: [which is good, because Lydia is trying to give up those guys]

Sam: [good. He refuses to be his brother]

Lydia: [hey, do not judge Dean. He's semi-committed at the moment]

Sam: [yes and Sam is proud of him]

Lydia: [anyway. If Sam decides he really, really doesn't to be the good guy, he knows where Lydia's dorm is. She'll be there with her wine]

Sam: [give him two more beers, and then he will be texting her] I don't want to come off as that kind of guy... but I kinda don't want to be alone tonight now.

Lydia: [she's halfway through her bottle of wine, staring at the text message, and ... screw it] I kept working on the wine. Probably shouldn't leave my dorm. [but that doesn't mean you can't come over]

Sam: I can call a cab?

Lydia: Or you could come here.

Sam: I can call a cab to take me there, yeah?

Lydia: Sure. Text me when you're here.

Sam: You really sure?

Lydia: Yeah. Get here before I overthink it.

Sam: Okay. [and he will pay his tab and take an Uber to her dorm, and then texting her that he was downstairs]

Lydia: [and she will come down to let him in and guide her back to her room, where her roommate is back in New Jersey, having Thanksgiving dinner with her family]

Sam: [is looking around as they go] This is nice. Very nice.

Lydia: Mmm-hmmm. [and once they are inside her dorm and the door closes, she's already pushing up on her toes to pull him in to kiss him so they don't try to awkwardly talk around it]

Sam: [no, he actually appreciates that. They can be awkward in the morning. Maybe. but right now he can just hold her, leaning down to help meet the distance, and then go to work his jacket off.]

Lydia: [she reaches up to help him shove his jacket off before pulling back enough so that she can push herself up on the bed so that he doesn't have to bend so much]

Sam: [he will follow, shedding his tie before going to join her on the bed, sitting on the edge to make it easier on her]

Lydia: [it does make it easier, fingers sliding up through his hair and just sinking into the kiss. It has been way, way too long since she's done this]

Sam: [probably just as long for Sam, his hands sliding up to cup her face as he deepens the kiss and wanting to just get lost in the feel of her against him]

Lydia: [she melts into the press of him, tilting back so that he can slide over her and her hands are free to do other things]

Sam: [and it's not going to be long before his hands are sliding down her neck, dipping down further and going to play with her top]

Lydia: [she hums softly into the kiss, fingers already moving to the button down shirt to get it open]

Sam: [and soon they are both going to be shirtless and he will pull her closer, his lips going to kiss the skin of her neck and shoulder]

Lydia: [her head tips back, bearing her neck to give him better access as her hands travel over his chest and back, slowly making their way lower to his waist]

Sam: [and finally he will pull the straps of her bra down so that he could uncover her breasts, and he slid down her body a bit so that he could pull one hard pebble into his mouth and tease it]

Lydia: [She lets her fingers trail back up his back as he moves lower, fingers ghosting gently over his skin until they meet the nape of his neck. as her back arches at the press of his mouth, she closes her eyes at the sensation and shifts her legs a bit so that they're framing his hips]

Sam: [with her legs around his hips, he's going to just press in against her hips as he switches breasts, his hands sliding down to work on her pants now]

Lydia: [lucky for him, they're completely uncomplicated pajama pants and come off fairly easily, and she'll move her hands lower to help with his belt]

Sam: [he will let her, and then he will push them off and away, leaving him in his boxers. Saxx boxers, which will give her a significant hint at just what she's getting herself into. Or getting into her as it is heading]

Lydia: [she is definitely not complaining. But once both their pants are on the floor she remembers something] Do you have a condom?

Sam: Yeah... my wallet. [which means he needs to go back and reach for his pants to get it, and then he holds it up with a smirk]

Lydia: [she smirks back] Good. [and she'll reach up and pulling him back into the kiss again]

Sam: [and he will kiss her back, his hips pressing against hers again, tucking the condom into the band of her bra so that they would be able to grab it when they were ready]

Lydia: [the kisses become more eager as she pulls him closer, rocking her hips up to meet his and keeping that feeling of tension building between them]

Sam: [and eventually, his fingers are going to slip between them, under her underwear and going to tease between her legs, rubbing at her nub and then going to thrust inside of her]

Lydia: [it's a gasp that turns to a moan, shifting her hips a bit so that he can have better access. her head falls back from the kiss as she does, arching up a bit to keep the connection between them]

Sam: [and he's going to get her a bit further along, kissing along her neck and then pulling on her earlobe] Are you sure?

Lydia: [she's continuing to move her hips against his fingers, too far gone to get out of this without some kind of release, and when he asks her that she barks out a laugh] You're asking that now?

Sam: [chuckles and kisses her neck] Just making sure. Because we don't have to go any further than this. [his thumb rubs her nub]

Lydia: [her eyes close, head going slack as her hips jolt at the touch] If you don't finish what you started, I may kill you. [which ... is a yes]

Sam: [chuckles and kisses her while he pulls his hands away to get them both free of their underwear, and then reaching up for the condom]

Lydia: [sneaks her hand out to grab it before he does, getting the package open and inching down a bit so that she can get a hand around him make sure he's ready with smooth, even strokes]

Sam: [he groans, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as she does that, reveling in the feel of her hand as she gets a nice idea what she's getting into]

Lydia: [has never been the kind of girl who shies away from a challenge, and Sam is a challenge but not a daunting one. a few more strokes and she's sliding the condom over him and shifting to pull him closer again]

Sam: [he'll shift to adjust, guiding his hands to her hips after he guided his head to her entrance. He already knew to go slow and give her time to adjust - and he carefully pushed just the head in, groaning at her tightness around him]

Lydia: [she moans in return, her head tipping back as she slowly shifts her hips to get a better feel for him. Her nails drag lightly against his shoulders as she pulls him closer, wanting to feel more of him]

Sam: [he takes his time though, giving her inch by inch, letting her body stretch to accommodate him so that he could soon get deep inside of her and their hips would meet]

Lydia: [and when they do she leans back with a gasp, taking a few deep breaths before leaning in to kiss him again. having him there was all well and good, but she needed him to move]

Sam: [he will, going slow, not wanting to hurt her and only make her enjoy it. But once he was moving and knowing she wasn't in pain, he would make it nice and steady, matching his kisses]

Lydia: [she hums softly as he moves, toes curling against the sheets as the sparks of pleasure shot through her. It's been a long time and the small build is good, but eventually she wants more, her hips pushing up impatiently against his]

Sam: [he gets the message, and he's more than happy to oblige, wanting to get there just as much as she does. He speed up, panting against her lips, racing them both to their peeks]

Lydia: [it doesn't take her long to hit that edge, falling over hard as her body tenses under him before relaxing with a content hum]

Sam: [He's right behind her, and then he just leans over her, using his arms to keep him up above her just a bit as he looks down at her, smiling]

Lydia: [exhales slowly before smiling back at him, tipping her head back so she can see him better] Hi.

Sam: Hey yourself. [he's sober now, the alcohol burned off from the sex] That was amazing.

Lydia: [she smiles, the smirk turning a little smug] Of course it was.

Sam: [chuckles, leaning down to kiss her, not gently, but less needy and more passionately]

Lydia: [she kisses him back gently, holding it for a moment before pulling back and asking softly] Stay?

Sam: Yeah, sure. I wasn't planning on going. [he wasn't that kind of guy]

Lydia: [and that smile turns a little wider before nodding] Good.

Sam: [and he will lower himself down and kiss her again, his hands just gently running along her face as he does it]

Lydia: [returns the kiss and one hand comes up to rest against his wrist, keeping him close]

Sam: [and he will just stay there, making out with her as his heartbeat and body both relax. It was a long day, after all]

Lydia: [it was. and eventually they will both clean up and drift off to sleep]

Sam: [and his cell phone alarm clock will go off at 5am like it always does, telling Sam it's time for work]

Lydia: [groans because holy shit it's early, rolling over to get away from the sound and smacking into Sam's chest. So she starts to roll back and her arm flails as she almost falls off the skinny dorm bed, but thankfully catches herself before that happens] Next time we're doing this at your place.

Sam: [groans because yeah, way too early.] Sorry. [he holds her a moment to keep her from falling off her bed, and then kisses her shoulder before shifting to get up and find his phone]

Lydia: [she shakes her head] Not your fault.

Sam: Well, I should have turned my alarm off. [he stops it and blinks at the display, groaning] Also looks like my boss texted me last night wanting to know where I was. Great.

Lydia: [rolls her eyes] You work ninety hours a week. You deserve a break.

Sam: Yeah, I also need that job. [sits up against the bed, rubbing his eyes and texting Louis back since it was his turn being his boss on this case]

Lydia: [sighs as she sits up with him brushing her hair out of her face] You should blow him off. It's a holiday.

Sam: It's not at the firm. Yesterday was. Today..... I could probably get in late, but I have to go in sometime.

Lydia: So be late. [she reaches for his phone as she moves to straddle his hips] And stay here.

Sam: [groans, smiling at her as she joins him] You make a very enticing proposition.

Lydia: I'm prepared to be very persuasive. [and with that she will lean in and kiss him, sliding one hand down to his chest] In fact, I might even be able to persuade you to call in sick.

Sam: Well, if I am going to be sick, I'm definitely going to need to take a run to the pharmacy for some supplies on my way home. [groaning softly against her lips]

Lydia: Good. We'd want to make sure you're feeling your best after all.

Sam: I'm going to say food poisoning. Since they will have seen you coming in on the security feed last night. Hope you don't mind having the diner take the fall.

Lydia: That would have been my suggestion. [a beat] Though given that they've seen me, they might know you're lying.

Sam: We didn't leave together. In fact, I was there probably an hour after before I gave up on work.

Lydia: True. But people could still talk.

Sam: Then I'll just tell them that the sex was amazing. [smirks]

Lydia: [she laughs] At least you wouldn't be lying.

Sam: No, I wouldn't. Pretty sure they won't blame me either. [and he cups her cheek to kiss her again]

Lydia: [and she kisses him back, stretching out on top of him as she does]

Sam: [yeah, he's going to enjoy that a moment before...] Yeah, I need to get to a pharmacy first...

Lydia: [sighs softly] I'll get dressed.

Sam: There's a Duane Reed below my apartment. We can get breakfast on the way too. [and he's going to text Louis back that he'll work on it from home but he's not feeling good and going to stay home and not bring in the germs and get the others sick. Which is a good excuse since Louis hates germs and multiple people being out]

Lydia: Sounds good. Let me just get ready. [and she will be off to get dressed and get pretty make sure she has stuff in case she stays the night in her purse because Lydia Martin is never anything if not prepared]

Sam: [and he will pull on his clothes, leaving the shirt's top buttons undone and the tie in his pocket as he stretches] An uber will be here in ten.

Lydia: Perfect. [and there she will be, perfectly put together as always] Let's go.

Sam: [and off they go, and they can stop at Dunkin Donuts and get breakfast, Duane Reed for condoms, and upstairs they go. They will enter to a small studio kitchenette and eating nook, and he motioned her in. Past the couch was the rest of the apartment] To warn you... I may have a lot of books.

Lydia: [yeah, but the sight of it all makes her smile, though] That is ... an impressive amount of books.

Sam: [rubs the back of his neck] Yeah. That stacked pile at the foot of my bed is my to read pile. I usually trade at the Strand when I have time to go down that way.

Lydia: Now I can see where you get your decorating aesthetic. [and she'll put her bag down on the chair before making her way over to the bed]

Sam: [the bed is actually a lot more comfortable than the picture suggest. And bigger since he is a long boy and a California king is the only size he can sleep on without his legs dangling over] The television is hidden in the cabinet.

Lydia: [which is why she suggested his place. She kicks off her heels and lets them fall to the floor before shifting onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows] Do we need it?

Sam: [he looks over at her and shakes his head] No, probably not unless you want background noise so the neighbors don't hear us

Lydia: Are the walls that thin?

Sam: [and as if on cue, the neighbor flushes the toilet and the sound fills the room] Welcome to New York City apartments. All the charm, walls of paper.

Lydia: TV it is. [and she will go open that up to try and find something nice and loud]

Sam: [and he will go and pull the blinds down and then work to take off his suit and hang it up]

Lydia: [and she will just hang out on his bed, waiting for him to finish]

Sam: Once his suit is up and he's just in his boxers and t-shirt, he turns to look at her] I take it me getting dressed again is just going to be a waste of time?

Lydia: [she tips her head to the side, eyes scanning him appreciatively as she nods] They'd only just wind up on the floor.

Sam: Well, you're a bit overdressed then. [he gives her a lopsided grin]

Lydia: [she glances down] I guess I am. [It's a dress that's pretty easy to take off, but she doesn't reach for it right away] What are you going to do about it?

Sam: Well I could go finish my coffee?

Lydia: You could. [she shifts her legs just a bit, letting the dress slide down her legs] Or you could come back to bed.

Sam: Well, I am sick. I should probably be in bed.

Lydia: [she nods] You need lots of rest.

Sam: And a pretty nurse to take care of me?

Lydia: [she nods her agreement]

Sam: [he takes a sip of his coffee, and then walks over to stand at the edge of his bed] Come here.

Lydia: [shifts to push herself up on her knees, making her way closer to end of the bed where he's standing. She's still short, however, and she opts for her feet instead, standing up on the end of the bed near him. She's still probably not tall enough to be taller than him, but she's at least more around his height]

Sam: [he grins, and he tilts his head before his fingers find the end of her dress and then looked up at her] Lift your arms up,

Lydia: [does as she's told, reaching her arms up over her head and giving him room to lift her dress, letting her arms drape around his shoulders once it's gone] Better?

Sam: [he took in the sight of her in her bra and panties this time, not having had the time to really enjoy it earlier. His hands are going to roam along her ribs, and then he looked up at her with his hazel eyes and grinned] Much. [and he leaned in to kiss her]

Lydia: [sighs as she kisses him back, using her arms to pull him in closer as she takes a step back onto the bed]

Sam: [and well, he will have to go onto his knees at that point, and she is now taller than him]

Lydia: [yes she is. Which is actually a nice change but she won't let it stay like that for long before she's slowly lowering herself down to the bed]

Sam: [and they will spend the next couple of hours repeating the previous night]

Lydia: [Yep. Lots of time in bed, as prescribed]

Stiles: [Ring ring, ring ring. that's your phone, Lydia]

Lydia: [welp she's not answering. But she will text him that she's busy just so that he won't worry she went into one of her banshee fits]

Stiles: But we were supposed to go to the movies. Stiles and Lydia day.

Lydia: [oh ... shit. She grits her teeth] Sorry, I forgot. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? I'm not feeling well.

Stiles: Should I come over then and keep you company? I can get soup?

Lydia: No, its okay. I'll just see you tomorrow?

Stiles: Okay. But if you need anything, call. I'll be there.

Lydia: I will. Thanks, Stiles. [and she will facepalm as she flops back into bed. But tomorrow she will show up, as promised at the movies]

Sam: [but for now] Everything okay?

Lydia: Yeah, it's fine. I just forgot I had plans today.

Sam: If you need to go...

Lydia: [she shakes her head] I rescheduled for tomorrow. [because there was too much she would need to do to hang out with Stiles without him finding out about Sam right off the bat]

Sam: Good. Then I will make sure I make it worth your rescheduling.

Lydia: [and that makes her smile] I expect you to.

Sam: [oh, and he will.]

Stiles: [and he will be waiting for her the next day at the theatre, tossing popcorn in the air and catching it as he waited]

Lydia: [and she will show up, freshly showered and with no trace of Sam on her, but there's a bit of a bounce in her step as she gets closer] Hey. Sorry again.

Stiles: No, it's fine. You feeling better?

Lydia: Much. So what are we seeing?

Stiles: [he eyes her a second, because she's happy. way too happy for someone who had been sick the day before] I don't know. There’s a couple of options. The one about a kid running in a maze looks interesting.

Lydia: [her eyes narrow for a moment] Since when do I go for dystopian?

Stiles: I thought maybe you'd like to expand your mind. [he sighed and pointed at the current Sparks movie] Or there's that.

Lydia: [glances over where he's pointing. then glances back to him with a smirk]

Stiles: I do know you better than you give me credit for. [and look, he's already bought the tickets while he was waiting]

Lydia: [she grins, before nodding] Let me just grab a soda and we can go.

Stiles: [nods, following her] So what did you end up doing on Thanksgiving?

Lydia: [she shrugs and ... lies] Just hung out in my dorm. Nothing big.

Stiles: [stops, then just looks at her] Uh huh.... [he heard that heartbeat jump]

Lydia: [glances back at him] What?

Stiles: Nothing. [she knows his faces. He totally doesn't believe her]

Lydia: [yes she does, and she huffs.] What?

Stiles: Nothing, just... well... your heart skipped a beat.

Lydia: [her eyes narrow] You're listening to my heartbeat?

Stiles: There are like, 87 people in this place and ten theatres. I was focusing my hearing on you so that I didn't get overwhelmed.

Lydia: So my heart skipped a beat. What does that mean?

Stiles: [licks his lips] That you're lying.

Lydia: [she pauses, glancing away for a moment, before shaking her head] It's nothing.

Stiles: Nothing as in nothing or nothing as in you don't want to talk about it nothing.

Lydia: [her lips purse just because it's weird talking about this with her ex-boyfriend] It's nothing you have to worry about.

Stiles: [nope, he knows that look too] ...... So it's a guy.

Lydia: Stiles ...

Stiles: I'm just trying to be a concerned friend wanting to make sure you're okay. That’s it, I swear.

Lydia: [she sighs] Yes, it's a guy.

Stiles: Good. Good, it's a good thing. It's a good thing, right? I mean, I don't have to go kick his ass because I will go kick his ass for you if you need me too.

Lydia: [she snorts] No, it's a good thing. I'm fine.

Stiles: Good. Because contrary to the situation here - I'm glad to know you're finding someone to make you happy.

Lydia: Well, I'm working on it, anyway.

Stiles: And you're happy?

Lydia: It's very new. But ... so far so good.

Stiles: Good. Good. I'm happy for you.

Lydia: [she nods as she gets her soda and heads towards the theater] Thanks.

Stiles: [and off they go to the movies]

Lydia: [yep, and she will make up for Nicholas Sparks by buying him dinner] So how was your Thanksgiving?

Stiles: Interesting. Dad flew in - he's off with Peter today since he just got back as well last week. I got to dress up as Indian A Jones this year.

Lydia: [she smirks] Sounds like fun.

Stiles: Yeah, it's Alexis' dad's thing and he kinda makes everyone do it. If you want, maybe I can snag you an invite next year?

Lydia: [she makes a face] I don't know if that's a good idea.

Stiles: Why not?

Lydia: [she pauses for a moment] Don't get me wrong the Hales are ... nice, but ... [it feels awkward. And she doesn't think Cora likes her]

Stiles: Yeah, well... I guess I should tell you that I'm going to be staying here after graduation. I'm... Well Cora and I... we've been talking about our future and for me it's going to be here. I'll be back and forth to visit Beacon Hills to see my dad and Scott and Allison and you if you go back, but this is going to be my home now.

Lydia: I ... figured that was what was happening. That isn't it, Stiles.

Stiles: I know, but... I don't want to lose you in my life either, Lydia. We're still friends. I don't want you to feel you can't be more than a guest star in my life either.

Lydia: I can be your friend without imposing on someone who ... [her words slow for a moment] ... doesn’t like me.

Stiles: [purses his lips] Cora's just... it's a wolf thing. She's possessive.

Lydia: [makes a face] I really don't think that's what it is.

Stiles: Then what is it?

Lydia: Its that I'm your ex-girlfriend who screwed you over and I'm the one you went back to when things were weird between the two of you. I don't have to be a werewolf to know that if you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near her.

Stiles: Oh. [he's quiet at that, because he thinks like a guy sometimes when it comes to stuff like that. He doesn't have a problem with it. If he did, he wouldn't want Tyler anywhere near Cora but he's gotten over it at this point because he knows Cora better] You don't think... I'm not hurting her by still being friends with you, right?

Lydia: I think if you were she would tell you. And she seems like a nice person and she knows that you're pretty much all I have here, so she doesn't want to take that away from either of us. But that doesn't mean that she has to be my friend, and I'm okay with that, Stiles. Really.

Stiles: [he just licked his lips and nodded, sitting back in his seat a moment] I just don't like the women I care about not liking each other.

Lydia: Understandable. But ... not something you can control.

Stiles: Yeah, yeah I get it. It just sucks sometimes.

Lydia: I know.

Stiles: But hey, you're on your way to not being alone out here anymore, so that's definitely a good thing.

Lydia: [she nods] Yes, it is.

Stiles: And I'm just glad you're happy.

Lydia: As I said, it's still new.

Stiles: I know, I know. Just wishful thinking. Hopeful thinking.

Lydia: I appreciate that.

Stiles: So... you going home for Christmas?

Lydia: That is the plan.

Stiles: I'm going as well for a few days. Maybe we can catch the same flight and make it easier on Scott and Allison this year to get us at the same place?

Lydia: Sure. Sounds good.

Stiles: Awesome. Once we have the finals schedule, we can figure out the flight back?

Lydia: Perfect. I'll probably be home for all of winter break so we should probably get separate flights back. [unless she flees and tries to spend the rest of it in Sam's apartment]

Stiles: Yeah, no that works. Pretty sure Laura's only going to let me take a week, and that's only because Peter's back and can help out again.

Lydia: [she nods] Too bad you won't get to spend more time with your dad.

Stiles: Well, he's here until Monday. Tomorrow is all me and him, and he had me yesterday too since you bailed on me.

Lydia: Good.

Stiles: He says hi, by the way.

Lydia: Tell him I say hi too.

Stiles: I will. I should probably head back anyway. Unless you want me to walk you home?

Lydia: [she shakes her head] I'll be fine. I'll see you at school.

Stiles: [he gets up and leans over to kiss Lydia's cheek] See you at school. [and off he goes home]

Lydia: [and she turns to head back to her dorm]