Stydia + "things you said with too many miles between usc
Lydia’s phone is buzzing.
It takes her several seconds to lift her head from the pillow, blink blearily at the clock— 2:47 am— and finally reach for it to tip it towards her. Stiles.
Her first reaction is fondness, and then a surge of irritation. She debates for several seconds whether to pick up before she finally does. Experience with the supernatural has taught her to never ignore a phone call.
Her boyfriend immediately launches into speech. “Okay, Lydia, I know this is completely out of the blue, but I was just thinking, you know, because I couldn’t fall asleep—”
“If it was about sex or Star Wars, you can keep it.” She starts to put her phone down, but she can hear his wild backtracking through the tinny speaker and decides to have mercy, putting it back to her ear.
“No, no, it wasn’t either of those things— I mean, I was thinking about those things too. Not at the same time, by the way. That’s fucked up.” He pauses. “Lydia? You still there?”
Lydia turns her eyes to the ceiling, suppressing the smile that wants to come out in her voice. “Hmm.”
“I was thinking about the fight that we had today.”
“Stiles. This couldn’t wait til morning?” She can’t help that her tone comes out a little sharp.
“That’s the thing,” Stiles replies softly. “I don’t want to wait til morning to tell you I’m sorry.”
Lydia blinks into the darkness, and he goes on.
“It was just so stupid,” he continues. “And I had like, this epiphany while staring at the spider crawl around on the ceiling for three hours that I don’t ever want us to end the day mad at each other. So I’m sorry for whatever I said.” He pauses again. “You’re still there, right?”
“I wish you were here.” The words are out before she can stop them, as she curls up with her pillow and hugs her phone to her ear and just says simply what she thinks.
“So… is that you accepting my apology? Is that what I’m hearing? Dear god please tell me it is.” He sounds a little emotional and her heart aches. She just… misses him. So much that sometimes it’s easier to feel angry than to feel that hollowness in her chest from his absence.
“I don’t even remember what we were fighting about, Stiles.”
“I don’t care what it was,” she cuts him off. “What I care about is you getting on Skype right now. So that I can accept your apology, face to face.” Her voice turns sultry at the end, and he picks up on it.
“Oh? Face to face, is that all?”
“Oh.” Pause. “Just to clarify, are we talking sex?”
She can’t help the laughter from entering her voice. “No. We’re talking sex and Star Wars.”
Stiles fake-moans. “God, I am so turned on right now.”
“What horrifies me is I’m not sure whether you’re joking.”
“You’ll find out,” Stiles says with a grin in his voice, and a moment later, she gets his Skype call and she can see that very same grin on his face. And she doesn’t go to sleep for a long while after that.