Song: Lydia by Highly Suspect
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"Yeah?" she laughed, a smile that could melt steel made present.
"Yeah." Malia responded, gracious grin supplying the scene with- as Lydia describes it- the light of a thousand suns. She had been explaining how she was the big spoon in her and Stiles' relationship, exploiting everything embarrassing about the human was worth Lydia's laugh.
"I wish I could see that."
The were-coyote dropped her smile, dark eyes fading thoughtfully, lips parting to slip some words: "you could feel it."
Lydia carried on laughing, eyes cautious though. After a few seconds, her noise slowed down- in an awkward fashion, however. "You're serious." she spoke softly, eyes like steel nonetheless.
"Yes. Deadly."
"Deadly?"
"Deadly." Malia announced, although- after only two seconds- she burst out laughing, encasing the room in a cheerful aura; which soon caused the banshee to fall back into a joyful, small snicker.
"I'd like that, Malia."
"You would?" the other choked.
"Yeah, but first..." the girl smiled, leaning forward into the space of Malia's- the both of them sat on Lydia's bed, opposite eachother with crossed legs. She untangeled herself, placing her hands on the bed at either side of Malia, smile still gracing her lips.
Once she reached the other, her smile faded as she pressed her lips to the other's- she concluded that, even though Malia smelled of pine, she tasted like chocolate; almost mocking her with the fact that Allison once tasted the same. But she let herself have this, not entirely sure if the other would take it or leave it- she needed this, because once she did it: all her worries and anxiety on whywon'tallyleave? disipated. Lydia leant backwards and lifted her eyelids to see Malia's lifting also, green met brown in a conflict of holyshitdidthatjusthappen
and holyshititdid when Malia giggled in the cutest way possible and Lydia couldn't stop laughing because ohmysweetlorditfuckingworked. Then, when Malia says "Strawberries?" in the most beautiful, sweet and tempting way, Lydia couldn't stop herself from leaning back in for more.
She still hears the gorgeous laughter escaping Allison's lips that echoed along the walls, but she will definitely let herself have this and guesses that her love is just destined to taste like chocolate.
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FanfictionRequests are open. I don't write smut. But I sure as hell got close to it that one time. Older stuff is cringy, but whatever.
