work_inprogress | For we all are caught in the middle / Of one long treacherous riddle (For Lydia)

It was quite possible that Lydia was not flirting with the Alpha twin. Possible Aiden was hitting on her and being gently shut down. Possible Stiles was wrong. The rational side of Peter's brain told him that's what it was as he lurked outside the school, watching Lydia in a way that was not at all creepy or stalkery. Really.

He was just checking on her, given her repeated trances and her fear of what was going on. He was looking out for her, making sure she was okay. It was concern, not territorial marking. Really.

He'd already done that.

A faint growl escaped his throat and the Alpha boy's head snapped toward the woods, but Peter was already gone.

Peter followed her the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, watched her with her friends. Watched as Aiden followed her, too, though far more openly. Pity, when the boy came back out, his tires had been slashed, and Peter didn't much care if he thought Scott or Isaac had done it. He had no proof and reason enough to already go after them. What were a couple of tires?

He was at her home before her. After determining her mother wasn't home--a far too usual occurrence for his idea of decent parenting, but highly convenient--he leaped to the tree by her window, then let himself in through it. He didn't sprawl out on her bed to wait, this time. He paced in the darkness instead, moving to the far corner of the room when he heard her car, out of her line of sight when she'd come in. Leaning against the wall there, he waited.

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Peter helped her in ridding himself of his clothes, then shifted to tuck himself back in her arms. She fit there well, and he nuzzled lightly at her temple, breathing her in. "It was Stiles," he admitted after a moment. "Stiles told me Aiden was after you."

Her eyes drifted close at the feel of him nuzzling her temple till his admission had her pulling back to look at him, confused. "Excuse me....when and how did you talk to Stiles?"

He shrugged a little. "I ran into him yesterday..."

"And he just happened to tell you about Aiden?" She looked at him somewhat skeptically.

Another shrug. "It came up."

"Peter." She said his name firmly, giving him a look.

"What?" He looked at her innocently.

"Oh, don't give me that look." She laid back against her pillow, still watching him.

"I didn't go seeking him out. And he brought up Aiden," Peter protested.

She considered him for a moment longer before shrugging. "Well, I've already told you there was nothing going on." She replied neutrally.

"And I believe you," he said immediately. "But you asked where I got the idea..."

A while ago, true, but he was going back, in the aftermath.

And it wasn't like it was hard to get anything from Stiles, especially since he had a tendency to run his mouth and to speak without thinking when he was worried about something. It almost made her feel bad then as being involved with the Alpha twin would be easier to explain than being with Peter but the twin wasn't who she wanted.

"Thank you for telling me." She studied his features. "But you still owe me a shirt...and a pair panties."

He studied her for a minute, then smirked. "Do I get to pick them out?"

Lydia narrowed her eyes in consideration. "Within reason. You do seem to have good taste though."

"I have impeccable taste," he assured her.

"That you do, I am proof of that." If anyone could pull off 'cocky' like him, it would be Lydia.

Peter chuckled and ran fingers down her spine. "Yes, you are."

The feel of his fingers trailing over her spine caused her to shiver again, her eyes fluttering closed. "Mmmm, that feels good."

"Does it?" His voice was a low murmur as his fingers ran up and down her skin. "What else feels good?"

"Let me show you." She murmured in response before leaning up to kiss him softly again.

Peter gave a soft murmur of pleasure against her lips, nipping lightly.

Breaking the kiss with a nip of her own, she smirked as she started to tip her head back. "And I like when you kiss my neck..."

Peter smirked and ducked his head to nibble along the line of her neck. "Like this...?"

Her breath grew a little shaky as she murmured her approval. "I love the feel of your facial hair..."

"You do...?" That was pleasantly surprising. He followed the implied direction, scraping it more deliberately over her skin as he kissed and nipped over her throat.

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