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Lydia doesn't think she's ever seen a man so excited to go down on her before and it really only makes her more excited. Surely someone so enthusiastic is quite skilled. She returns his lingering kiss and then watches him as he kisses his way down her body. Her senses must be heightened from anticipation because she's hyperaware of every press of his lips. No simple kiss down her body has ever felt so good.

She lets him push her clothes aside and do whatever he wants. She blushes a little when he discovers she isn't wearing a bra. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth to muffle her soft pleased noises, eyes still on him.

The grin Stiles gives at being given permission is downright eager. He is clearly pleased with having been given the go-ahead, regardless of what other men might think of this particular activity. Stiles very obviously loves doing this.

So he wastes no time. Instead, he gives Lydia one last, lingering kiss on the mouth before he starts to trail down her body with kisses. He focuses on her midline, but Stiles is also not afraid to wander, slowly peeling her clothing aside so that he can worship her perfect skin. Discovering she is not wearing a bra is a welcome surprise.

#v: butterflies and hurricanes #volatilehearted #stydia #soulmate au #no worries! #it wasn't awful!!

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Lydia looks up at him from where he’s holding himself up above her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently in anticipation. She was practically tingling from want. From the anticipation of what was to come. Her cheeks go pink under his gaze, feeling how much he wants her from the look. She close her eyes for a moment before she looks back at him, “I hope you know I’m just as lucky. I feel so incredibly lucky that you’re mine. That you’re so…handsome and kind and funny,” she pauses, “and it’s very clear that you want me too.” She pushes up and kisses him gently, softly.

She sucks in a breath and her skin pebbles as his fingertips trail over her and down her body to the waistband of her pajama pants. Her eyes widen for a moment. A little surprised that that’s what he’s asking to do. Most men didn’t want to, but who was she to turn him down. She nods a subtle, “Yeah. Yes. I’d…I’d really like that…”

Stiles goes ahead and follows Lydia onto the bed, using both arms to hold himself up over her body. His attraction to her is obvious, even when she’s in her 'comfy clothes’, taking his time to drag his eyes slowly over her entire frame. “God, Lydia, I swear. You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t know how I could have gotten so lucky but I just need you to know, I feel – really lucky. And, if it wasn’t clear, I want you too. Any way you’ll let me have you.”

He lets his fingertips wander a little, ghosting gently over her bust and along the sweep of her body towards her hip, ultimately plucking gently at the waistband of her pajama pants. “This is gonna sound really forward, but, uh. Can I…eat you out?”

#v: butterflies and hurricanes #stydia #soulmate au #volatilehearted #nsfw ish #nsfw #ish #slowly but surely getting there

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To see the same eagerness reflected in him is nice. She was eager to explore this between them. To see if this was truly what it felt like. To see if the fire she felt while kissing him continued on.

She keeps his hand in hers until they reach the bedroom. She drops his hand when he shuts the door behind them and doesn’t resist when he uses his larger body to push her back towards the bed. She makes a pleased noise into the kiss and looks up at him, “Okay,” she says nodding. She liked that he was being up front and reassuring her. “I want this…I want you, Stiles.” Lydia had very few regrets in her life and something inside her knew she wouldn’t regret this.

If Lydia hadn’t already started moving towards the bedroom, Stiles probably would have just picked her up to take her there. He seems just as eager as she is, happy to follow along as soon as he’s beckoned. He makes no effort to pull his hand free from hers.

Instead, they enter the bedroom and Stiles closes the door behind them. He closes the space between them quickly, trying to use his larger frame to gently push her back towards the bed. There’s no footboard on the bed, so it would be so easy to just collapse into it whenever they want. Stiles leans in to steal another enthusiastic kiss before murmuring to Lydia, “Everything we might need’s in one of the end tables somewhere. No pressure, okay? We go at your pace.”

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Lydia was certain that he couldn’t surprise her anymore and then he inevitably would. The way he reacted to her and how sensitive he seemed to be was absolutely intoxicating and made her want to drag those same reactions out of him again. So she does. She gently and carefully drags her manicured nails across his abdomen, except maybe a little bit closer to his belt this time. She can feel his hands moving against her hips and the way he readjusts his hold. At least she wasn’t the only one contemplating how to get closer.

When they pull apart, she’s panting a little and her pupils are blown wide. Her green eyes find his whiskey colored ones and then he speaks. The already raspy voice has gone even more so and she feels a shiver run down her spine. How was just his voice such a turn on?

She lets out a soft sound that isn’t quite a laugh, “Not forward at’all. The bedroom sounds perfect…” Even though she wants to go there, she can’t seem to convince herself to pull away from him to head in that direction. She’s mostly just fighting the urge to kiss him again. She gives into the urge, but just briefly enough to express how much she wants to go to the bedroom before pulling away from him. She backs away and towards his bedroom with his hand in hers, hoping he follows.

Stiles’ skin flinches, just faintly, as Lydia touches him. It’s not out of fear or distaste; rather, it’s obvious he’s just sensitive, and even such a small, gentle touch sets his senses on fire. He keeps readjusting his hold on her like picking her up is also on his mind.

Which is what leads to him rasping in a dusky, hopeful tone when they break only centimeters apart to breathe again, “I don’t, uh. I don’t wanna be too forward, but. D'you wanna take this to th'bedroom?”

#volatilehearted #v: butterflies and hurricanes #stydia #soulmate au

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Lydia doesn't pay much attention to the fit or finer details of the shirt he's wearing once his flannel is off. One of her hands deftly slides under the hem of the shirt and her fingers stroke along his skin. He's lean and athletic but not muscular and she finds she likes it. She trips her nails over his abdomen as she kisses him.

She makes a soft noise of pleasure when his grip on her hips tighten, keeping her in place. Not that she was trying to get away by any means at all. If anything she was seconds from hopping onto the counter to get her legs wrapped around him. She nips lightly at his bottom lip and the hand not under his shirt finds the nape of his neck. She was quickly losing herself to kissing him.

There is absolutely no resistance from Stiles as Lydia tries to take his flannel off of him. He is perfectly content to let it fall to the floor right here, forgotten until he comes back later to collect it for the laundry. Beneath the flannel he’s wearing a t-shirt; it’s not exactly a muscle shirt but it’s more fitted than it isn’t, suggesting that Stiles himself is also not exactly muscular, but more fit than he isn’t.

Not that any of that impacts how invested he is in this kiss. He rolls his shoulders out of his flannel but doesn’t make a move to try and divest Lydia of any of her newly-acquired comfy clothes. He just kind of tightens his grip on her hips, gentle but firm, trying to keep her pulled close to him as if she was at all trying to pull away. The further into this they get, the more quiet, gentle little sounds of interest bubble up out of Stiles like he has no ability to keep them quiet.

#v: butterflies and hurricanes #volatilehearted #stydia #soulmate au

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Lydia didn't know why she'd been so nervous. He hadn't shown her anything but eagerness when it came to her. There was no logical reason to be nervous, but this was new and felt meaningful already. She didn't want to mess it up. She was glad she hadn't.

She takes the lead he's giving her and deepens the kiss. The grip on his shirt tightens a bit as she presses herself impossibly closer. She was going to quickly get addicted to this. The way he felt like he fit perfectly against her and the way he tasted and smelled. She releases his shirt to start carefully and tentatively start pushing his flannel from his shoulders.

Oh, Stiles has never been more grateful to be on the same page as someone else in his entire life. He draws in a deep, quick breath just before their lips connect, like needs to have as much oxygen as possible so he can go as long as possible before having to break away from the kiss.

He doesn’t stoop, exactly, but he does try to mitigate the height difference enough that this isn’t a strain for Lydia. He is eager and responsive, but he is also clearly letting Lydia take the lead here, as if he feels he needs to leave her an avenue of easy escape if she suddenly decides she doesn’t want to be doing this any longer.

The truth is, if she did decide that, Stiles would be crushed. He’s in so far over his head.

#volatilehearted #v: butterflies and hurricanes #soulmate au #stydia #this feels like...not my best work. yikes. sorry

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Lydia was certain that there were times where people assumed that because they were two gorgeous people in a relationship that their life was simple and easy. Rainbows and butterflies if you will, but their happiness and peace was hard won. They both had traumas that haunted them to this day. Things that woke them in the night and made the other pull them tightly to them, whispering comfort to the best of their ability.

They were a team at the end of the day. Them against the world and whatever it threw at them. She was thankful for him. More thankful than she had proper words for. She

She loved his smiles. They were reserved for her and only her and she'd never seen a more beautiful sight in her life. She returns his smile and strokes her thumb over his cheek once more. "Your muse, huh?" she murmurs. She pushes up onto her toes and kisses him, "Well said, Jack...well said. I'm glad I could...make you understand all that." She pulls her bottom lip briefly between her teeth and hums, "You've healed me and given me hope. You've made me feel safe and taken care of in a way I haven't since before all this happened in my life. "

They were beautiful people, lethal in their own various ways, and when people saw them together maybe they didn't blink. Plenty just wouldn't know how deep it ran. Their lives were shaped by circumstances many wouldn't believe and fewer have survived. They were guarded. They knew their value and how the world saw them...and so in many ways, they played with the narrative said about them.

Lydia saw more than the soldier in him, didn't show fear but didn't ignore what and who he was at his core. They tackled whatever came their way together. As much love as there was, there was love and peace...and when you're as surrounded by death as both of them, that was far more than he could ever wish.

He held on to her and smiled lovingly. As openly as only she was privy to seeing him do. "That's what love does, isn't it? Opens horizons, and accomplishes the impossible. I used to use the arts to try and understand emotions because I thought I didn't have any. I've changed. That's just life. And now I understand the poets and the writers and the dreamers...because you are my muse. And you captivate me."

#codenamepinetree #jackxlydia #maybe he arrives in town after stiles dies? #idk #doppelganger au for sure tho

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“Anyone not Capitol is District as far as anyone who matters here is concerned. You'd do well to remember that," Lydia tells him. Her gaze is drawn over his shoulder to the Peace Keepers shoving people into the old armored vehicles. They were so rough with the literal children who were forced to be tributes. Children who had no choice but to be here because of th circumstances of their birth. It could just as easily be her.

She turns her attention back to him and hums, "You'd do well to keep that attitude. Surviving is all you need to do in the arena. You just have to be the last one standing. It'll be good for both of us. This is all a performance." She shakes her head, "No, I'm not..." It takes her almost a moment too long to realize the Peace Keepers are shoving him towards the vehicle. She makes a split second decision and runs towards it. She hops into the back with a grace that surprises her. She heads towards the back to Jack and looks around at the grimy faces surrounding them. She definitely wasn't supposed to be here...

"I'm not Capitol, obvious enough. But I'm not District either," He said and turned to see Peace Keepers forcing most of the other Tributes into a vehicle to be transported to the Zoo.

"I'm a survivor. Have been thus far....but these 'games' your people expect me to play are pushing limits I've never been in. I've performed...so I know people. I know crowds...but this is vastly different to anything that's ever happened to me...you're not supposed to be here are you?" He asked but before she could reply, a Peace Keeper came by and roughly grabbed Jack by the back of his shirt and began to haul him away.

#codenamepinetree #jackxlydia #tbosas AU

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Lydia can't help being a little in awe of how responsive to her he is. Each sucked in breath and intensification of his gaze on her takes her by surprise. She likes it. She likes that she can read him. That there isn't any guessing games as to whether or not he likes something. It's a little addicting if she's honest.

Her eyes find his lips, taking in the way his teeth bite into the bottom lip. She'd never thought about how attractive it might look on a guy, but god did it make her want to kiss him. She sucks in her own breath as he tugs her closer to him. She can feel his body warmth against her own and it makes her want to slip a hand under his shirt to feel it against her bare skin. She bites her own bottom lip, thinking and wondering if she should could would kiss him. She's broken from her thoughts when he asks if he's told her how beautiful she is lately. A soft laugh breaks through and she shakes her head a little, "Nuh uh. I think it's been at least an hour since the last time." Her tone is teasing and playful.

Her green gaze finds his lips once more and she decides that she's thought about it enough and she's kissed him before so what's really stopping her (besides the fat that they're now alone in his apartment and a kiss here could come with so many more implications)?

She shakes doubts and worries from her mind and grips his forearm in one hand and his shirt in the other before she's pushing slightly onto her toes and her lips are finding his. Not tentative at all. Sure and wanting and clearly desiring.

Stiles immediately sucks in a sudden, interested breath through his teeth when Lydia’s nails find his forearm. Goosebumps rise in the wake of the touch, and the look of interest in his eyes intensifies.

It should be patently obvious what’s now on his mind, but Stiles doesn’t push the issue. Instead, he bites softly at his bottom lip, eyes constantly moving to take in every detail of Lydia’s face. He tugs them just close enough together that he can feel the warmth of Lydia’s body pressed against his, and continues speaking in that same dusky tone he’s been using, “Have I told you lately how just–incredibly beautiful you are? I almost can’t believe how gorgeous you are.”

Even in her casual clothes, even with Lydia clearly more concerned with being comfortable than looking her most stunning. Stiles is absolutely besotted already.

#volatilehearted #stydia #v: butterflies and hurricanes #soulmate au

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Lydia Martin wasn't a crier typically. She hated to let people see her cry, convinced they would see her as weak and not take her seriously, but she couldn't help the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes. Jack was not a man of many words. He wasn't one to wax poetic about his feelings or write love poems. This was rare and it was beautiful and heartfelt and it made her chest ache with all those things that novels and movies told you love felt like.

She steps in close to him, eyes shining and brings a hand to his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, Jack. I'm right here. For forever and beyond that. I'm convinced our souls would find each other in every life. You are...more than a girl could have ever asked for. Even if you are a pain in my ass at times..."

She'd never felt anything like what she felt for Jack. She'd been halfway convinced she would never feel anything like this until he'd come into her life. Even before things were romantic between them, she knew that she would never meet anyone else like him and no matter what he would leave a lasting impression on her. She hated to imagine what losing him would do to her and hoped beyond hope that she would never have to experience it.

"I thought I was the sappy one in this relationship..." she murmurs before leaning to kiss him gently, lovingly.

"I didn't love you because I was lonely. Far from it. I was at peace in my own world wrapped in the comfort of solitude. But then you appeared like a comet streaking across my night sky. Your presence was more than just a spark. It was a blaze that lit up my entire existence. You made me open my eyes again to see the world in vivid color, to feel life pulsing around me, with you every day as a revelation. A journey into a world I never knew existed.

"Losing you would be unimaginable. Like being plunged back into darkness. It would leave a void so profound, I doubt I could ever find my way back.

"Before you, my life felt like a distant memory. A chapter from another book. Nothing else matters as long as I'm with you. You are the focal point of my life. My unwavering beacon in a sea of uncertainty. With you, every challenge seems surmountable, every moment gained significance. My universe revolves around your presence, making you the core of my existence.

"As long as I have you, everything else pales in comparison. You are my everything. My absolute."

#idk what verse #but i was inspired #codenamepinetree #off to work noooooooow

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Lydia could remember days where she was as grimy looking as the boy standing in front of her. Days when all she could think about was if she was going to eat that day or be warm. Then the war ended and appearances became important again. Then she had to make an effort and maintain the rouse that she was still a well put together Martin. That her family still mattered. That they hadn’t fallen as far as they really had. This prize money meant everything. It would be the solution to all of hers and Grand-maman’s problems.

This boy though…he was her best shot at it and she couldn’t help the way her hope flagged a bit. “If this were the districts? Nothing, but it’s not. This is the Capitol and your survival depends on your ability to charm them and them wanting to send you things to help you survive. Unless you don’t want to survive…” she shrugs. “As for wanting you to survive, I have a vested interest in it. It’s good for me if you win and even better for you if you do.”

The Peace Keepers and Government officials weren't rare to see in the districts. In fact, they were the loudest plenty of the time. Trying very hard to be noticed by the Capitol in doing their part to 'keep the peace'. His traveling with the Cubby allowed him to see different levels of authority and rank. Yet...nothing was quite like the Capitol.

Standing in front of her, she was the cleanest person he's probably ever seen, in a way he couldn't put into words. Something almost...inhuman about how pretty she was. Like a porcelain doll.

At the mention of helping him survive, he raised an eyebrow at her before looking at the other tributes that were being rangled up, and then back at her. The closer they made it to the Capitol, the fewer reasons he could think of to want to survive. So to have someone else suggest it as a possibility still...well, maybe it played with his heart more than it should, "You want me to survive? And what's wrong with my image?"

#v: mentor & tribute #codenamepinetree #jackxlydia

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Before the war and things fell apart, the Martins lived a lavish and more than comfortable lifestyle. They were well respected and admired. Once upon a time, Lydia would have grown up like royalty, but that was before. That was before her father was killed and her mother died and all she was left with was her grandmother Lorraine, who was only half sane on her best days. That was before food was scarce and she had to learn how to mend her clothes and use what she could to keep up appearances. That was before money was so scarce and everything depended on her finishing the Academy in the top spot so she would get the prize money so they wouldn't be evicted from their penthouse.

The games and this mentor position meant everything. It was her life line, but she was stuck with a tribute from District 12. He looked fine enough on the cameras, but District 12 was the poorest and the roughest district. How strong and capable could he really be? She really had her work cut out for her if she expected him to win. She was going to have to knock this mentor thing out of the water and use all the tricks she could.

That was why she was here at the train station dressed in her Academy uniform and her hair perfectly coiffed to meet her tribute. She pushes a strand of hair from her face and nods, "Yes, it's new. I'm...supposed to help you survive. To help you win and get help in the arena from the public by working on your...image."

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He wasn't really part of any of the Districts. He traveled with the Cubby. His group had been stationed near District 12 long enough for him to somewhat get involved with the mayor's daughter, though she only dated him in an attempt to piss off and make her previous boyfriend jealous. When he called things off, however, she was more than a little pissed and in a fit managed to convince her father to pull Jack's name in the Hunger Games.

The ride to the Capitol was hell. He looked around each of the other tributes that were collected at each stop carefully. When he first boarded the train, he told himself he would look at them as a threat. Study them and figure out how to use what he learned against them when the time came.

But what was their crime against him? Chance and randomness? No rhyme or reason?

The whole ride made him wonder what his strategy would actually be. Or if he should just accept his end. What did he have to live for anyway?

When the train finally stopped, he was surprised when one of the Peace Keepers that wrangled him, pulled him away from the others and toward a redheaded Capitol elite, introduced to him as his mentor for the games.

He looked her up and down, before looking around, "Mentor, huh? What does that even mean?"

#v: MentorxTribute #BoSaS AU #jackxlydia #codenamepinetree

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The guy looked similar to the cops she often saw around the lab. She didn’t help with these types of things often, so she didn’t know every cop that came by. Honestly? She tried to stay out of it as much as possible, but she was the most logical to examine this algae sample so here she was. She’d moved from California to Hawaii in hopes of a quiet existence examining algae and marine life and working on publishing more in journals, not getting involved in police investigations.

She hadn’t met this guy before but he was obviously familiar with Eric and Mac. She shrugs, “I’m looking at the sample that was brought in now. Algae is one of my…specialities for lack of a better word. I’m also examining the water samples. I’m not entirely sure which area it comes from yet. I’m narrowing it down between a couple species of algae at the moment…how familiar with algae species are you?”

She shifts in her heels and glances over her shoulder at a machine that has just started beeping.

Lydia had come into the lab early to check on some of the samples she’d taken the last time they’d been out on the boats when Eric and Max asked her to watch the lab while they went for lunch. That had been two hours ago, which meant they’d gotten sidetracked and now her own afternoon plans were delayed.

She’s sitting on a chair in front of a microscope, looking over an algae sample that came in from the cops earlier that day. She was their expert in ocean plant life and microorganisms since that was her what her PhD was in so it made sense that she look it over. She has her hand resting on an open book and her glasses pushed up into her red hair so she can look into the microscope when she hears an unfamiliar voice.

She spins around in the chair and squints a bit, forgetting her glasses are on top of her head. “Oh, no. He isn’t. He and Max went out for lunch about two hours ago. I’m Lydia. How can I help you?” she asks. She puts her glasses back on and gets down off the chair, smoothing out her skirt and her hands going to the pockets of her mid-calf length lab coat.

#jackxlydia #v: Hawaii life #codenamepinetree