tampered | that is why all the girls in town follow you all around [semi-open]

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that is why all the girls in town follow you all around [semi-open]

When; August 20th, during the "Stupid Cupid" Curse
Rating; PG-13 into R, this is Lydia Martin
Characters; Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Melissa McCall, Randall Flagg, YOU
Summary; Scott McCall and Lydia Martin fall in love. They continue their day. Scott confesses to his best friend and the both of them tell his mother at dinner. A choose your own adventure open post with three closed threads.
Log;

why do birds suddenly appear
ev'ry time you are near?
Just like me, they long to be
close to you.

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Scott looks up from the network device. He's watching Wally order someone to - but he's distracted from that because it sounds as if Lydia wants him to take the shoe at her feet and put it on for her? She can't do that herself? But, he's Scott McCall and he can't help but set the network device aside. There's no real reason not to help her. He's even sitting on the ground with his back to the bench. He picks up the nearby shoe. It's cool, he guesses. He's not a shoe guy.

Normally, he'd probably draw the line. Lydia Martin can put on her own shoe. But, he's there. It's convenient.

Taking the shoes, he sets her foot inside before sliding it along her heel, his eyes traveling upward to meet her gaze. Is she gazing. She seems like she's gazing. A look of confusion softens into one of recognition - and finally, reciprocation. His mouth curls into a smile, it widens. He lets out a huff of air and looks away before looking back up.

"How's it fit," he asks, suddenly very concerned with her comfort level.

"Not a leg man, huh?" she teases him good-naturedly. Some guys are such dorks that they don't notice when a girl is trying to get their attention in a subtle manner. Scott is apparently one such dork, and Lydia realizes that A) she very much wants his attention, and B) she doesn't mind the fact that he's a dork. He's a sweet, charming, hot, well-built dork (lycanthropy has been really good for him, k).

"They fit great." She rises to her feet so she's looming over him, which will last for as long as it takes for him to stand and then he'll be the one looming. Lydia's aware that she's smiling at him a bit like a dork herself. Her heart's beating fast. The same way it used to when Jackson would smile at her a certain way and she's suddenly be hyperaware of the freckles on his nose and surely, surely Scott can hear it.

Lycanthropy has been great to him - physically. It's been hell for him in every other way.

But, he's not thinking about lycanthropy right now. He's thinking of Lydia Martin and how before now he's never noticed how pretty she is, how sweet and kind, how smart she is... She's really smart. Smarter than him. Scott really likes that.

When Lydia stands, he stands. It just seems right. He does tower over her. What can he say, he shot up like a weed. Scott's not afraid of eye contact, not ashamed of it. When he likes a girl, he can't look away.

Scott can hear Lydia's heart beat. His own has quickened its pace.

"Good," he replies. He doesn't know what to say. He's suddenly nervous, like anything he does say won't be good enough. "And I don't know. I like a girl's smile." And he's an ass man. But, this is the stuff of love, not lust. Well, the two go hand in hand for Scott McCall. His cheeks are flushed - thank god he worked out how to keep himself in check or this would be Allison and the party all over again.

Not that Allison's on his mind.

She isn't.

"Scott," she begins, and gnaws on her lip. She suddenly has no idea of what she wants to say. After a second, she tries again.

"Scott," she starts again, "Do you remember that day you kissed me? You were trying to ask me something." She doesn't remember the question, but suddenly the kiss is recollected in sharp detail and she totally wants to do it again.

It helps that the heels give her height. The better to lean forward, and turn her face up to his. TAKE THE HINT, SCOTT.

"I remember." There'd been a full moon. He was supposed to be asking her how she felt about Stiles. He'd kissed her. Bringing up what he was going to ask is not a good idea. So, he doesn't. He catches her scent, her desire for him and it makes it all the more difficult not to respond in kind. But, why wouldn't he?

He looks down at her. She's so close to him. When had they gotten this close. Maybe when he'd stood up and she was just there. He's seeing her anew. He wets his lips before leaning in. A hand comes up to cup her cheek and then his lips are on hers.

Rockets and meteors and stars going supernova all the way to the bottom of her toes, and it was never like this with Jackson, it was never like this with anyone, and that's why Lydia is 100% certain it's real.

Her fingers lace into his hair and she kisses him back like they're not standing in the middle of the shoe shop for all to see, and when they finally tear away from each other she confesses, "You know this isn't - this isn't just me fooling around? Don't you?" She looks up into his face earnestly, because she's adamant that he understands that she loves him.

Scott has been in love - or what's felt like love - but Scott's still seventeen. That isn't to say that this doesn't feel like that. It's different. It's heightened. It's a whole lot of emotions balled up and thrown into Scott's heart and stomach. There are butterflies, stars, horseshoes and while we're at it, there are clovers and balloons. It does feel real. He doesn't think for a second that it's not.

Which is why when she tenderly pulls back and Scott opens his eyes, he brings another hand to cup her face fully, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips.

"It means something," he replies. And then, because he's Scott McCall, he pulls her to him again, but this time it's in an embrace. An honest to god, deep hug. Bet that's the first time a guy hasn't initiated a second kiss within the next few minutes, huh, Lydia? "I feel it too."

She presses her cheek to Scott's chest and she has never felt so cared for and protected in her entire life. Sure, girls, they run the world and Joss Whedon girl power i need feminism because yada yada et cetera, but seriously, this is just nice.

Tilting her head up at him, she smiles up at him, goes up on tiptoe, and whispers in his ear, "Are you going to tell the pack?" there's a pause and, "Are we going to tell your mom?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he asks, to both questions. But, then his synapses fire on all cylinders and he realizes something. "Stiles." He struggles with wanting to do this with her right then and there. He weighs his options. But, it doesn't feel right, not yet. His arm slowly slides away as he takes a step back.

"I need to tell Stiles. He's like you for as long as I can remember."

"Stiles will be okay." says Lydia with certainty. To be honest, she's less than worried about Stiles. "I mean, he wasn't exactly spazzing at me at Ginny's party the way he normally used to, so I'm thinking maybe he's over it."

She's relieved by that, because it means less strife for Scott.

"Maybe he is but it's always been there. And he's always been there. For me. We've been there for each other. He deserves to hear it from me." It's hard to look away from her. He takes her hand in his, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss. "He's going to be happy for us. Really happy."

"I know." Lydia is confident of that as she kisses Scott back, and favors him with a hug. Shen oh's excitedly, inspired.

"Let's go get some really good food to bring to the house and sweeten your mom up." she bounces a little on her heels. "But you know, she's not home for a few hours now, right?" A slow grin curves across her face. "So we should go home."

He takes the kiss, gratefully.

"Yeah. She doesn't get home till seven." It takes a second for what she means to dawn on him. He can't not smile, mischievously. He gives her a longer kiss. "After I tell Stiles."

Lydia kisses him back, and pretty soon they're going to end up kicked out of the shoe shop for pretty much making out in public if they don't get ahold of themselves.

"Don't take too long," she tells him when they're occasionally coming up for air. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

Peak performance. Scott best be bringin' it.

Every kiss lasts longer, tongues wrestler more, it's a little inconsiderate but Scott's distracted by all the love. It should be weird that the love's come on so suddenly but it's not like Lydia's a stranger. She's Lydia. She's strong. She's amazing. He was just saying all this at Ginny's party.

"I won't. I'll text you when I'm done." Another kiss, this one quick so they aren't lost to their urges again.

Another quick kiss, and the promise of a text, and then Lydia is collecting her horde of shoes before there's one more breathless exchange between them and Scott dashes off to go talk to Stiles.

In the meantime? Clearly this calls for more shopping. Because when Scott gets home, he deserves something special.

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