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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Vernon_Boyd/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Vernon_Boyd, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      slight_D/s_undertones, Cunnilingus, Anal_Play, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-14 Words: 1824
****** no windows disappear ******
by sazzafraz
Summary
     In which Lydia gets what she needs and what she wants not in that
     order. (She considers Boyd, sitting on her bed with two books of
     poetry and a highlighter between his teeth. The width of his
     shoulders, his hands, jesus christ, his thighs, and the punch of
     wetness that shifts her seat is enough to get her over the small bout
     of nerves she had about asking for it.)
Notes
     This has grown legs. Mostly porn legs. But legs nonetheless.
     Title from No Windows by The Antlers and I promise this is a hundred
     times better when listening to that song.
Derek feels guilty, big whoop, that’s a Tuesday, but it means that he’s got his
misfit trio watching her at all times. Erica she can glare at and file her
nails. Make an occasional catty remark. She thinks they both enjoy the verbal
workout. Isaac, and yes she does remember squashing his hopes and dreams, but
then, someone probably started doing that for him earlier, didn’t they. Isaac
sits discreetly and reads a book, texts, is flawless in how completely he
ignores her. For obvious reasons, Peter does not visit her.
Boyd brings her a coffee each and every time. He sits under the window in her
room and reads poetry. She thinks he writes it sometimes. Boyd is polite when
she talks to him with a bone dry with that makes her laugh when she’s not
watching for it. 
She doesn’t like this. 
Not even a little.
On the day that she and Jackson call it quits Boyd brings her a small bag of
cookies. They’re shaped like tiny animals and are crusted with sugar. Everyone
has misjudged the importance of her and Jackson breaking up. It’s not permanent
and all it really does is make her rearrange the quality and quantity oh ‘me
time’. The upside of a high libido is a willingness to try things and an
overactive imagination. Generally she takes that out on Jackson. She considers
Boyd, sitting on her bed with two books of poetry and a highlighter between his
teeth. The width of his shoulders, his hands, jesus christ,his thighs and the
punch of wetness that shifts her seat is enough to get her over the small bout
of nerves she had about asking for it.
She checks her mirror. Skirt falling gracefully, make up primed. She leans down
and takes off her stockings, no need to sacrifice them for this. Boyd looks at
her quizzically. She smiles at him and he immediately sets his shoulders back.
‘Lydia.’ He says with a certain tone she can’t quite place.
‘Do you want to fuck me?’
‘You want me to.’ He says flatly, hands curling on the floor. No claws she’s
mildly disappointed to note. His eyes flick to her breasts.
She stalks forward and comes down on her hands and knees on the bed. ‘How can
you tell?’
‘Smell.’ Oh, that would be a fun angle, wouldn’t it?
‘Well then,’ she says deliberately coming up onto her knees in front of him,
his thighs spread automatically and she has to hold back a little bit of a
shiver. She likes that. She likes that a lot. She fits herself better between
them and sits back pretty as a picture and asks again, ‘do you want to fuck
me?’
His hands come up to her waist, over the soft fall of her breasts and back down
to where her thighs are pressed together. She rolls her shoulders back and
catches the glint of gold in his eyes when the roll over her breasts. Big
thumbs skate over her abdomen, under her breast and press hard at her nipples.
She doesn’t make a noise. He presses harder and runs his nail around the outer
edge. Her hips give a kick and if she can make out the slightly wet sound of
her thighs rubbing together it must be triple loud to him.
‘Yes.’ He says.
‘Excellent.’ She rolls forward and frames his face with his hands, bites his
lips until he opens his mouth. She sucks his bottom lip between hers and
alternates between soft sucks and hard ones. He smooths out underneath her,
large thighs bracketing her and hands coming down tightly on her hips. His
fingers, wide and thick, bunch up her skirt in fistfuls until he can get them
into her underwear.
He pauses and his breath is harsh on her face. Coffee and staleness. She smiles
a little to calm him, you’re doing well, it says and his thumb dips down to the
edge of her slit and presses in. She can feel the blunt edges of the nail and
fights with herself for three seconds before pushing against it.
‘Fuck.’ He hisses.
She laughs. ‘That’s what we’re going for. Now pull down my underwear, we have
things to do.’
He shoves it inelegantly down her thighs and to her ankles, scraping the inner
part and leaving wide red marks. ‘Shit, sorry,’ he says before running a finger
from her entrance to her clit. Her brain throughs up sparks and heat, and what
the fuck does he have those fingers and that mouth for if he’s not going to use
them. His fingers part her to the less than warm air and she makes a small
broken noise. He hasn’t got much experience here, he scrapes a little and she
hisses when it’s a little too close to where she’s softest. He rubs a knuckle
at her entrance by accident and she nearly goes off at that. She moves his hand
out with little resistance, presses a tight hand down onto his crotch until he
bucks up for her. Undoes the belt and the button until he puts an arm around
her and moves her to the side so he can do it himself. The denim comes down and
she gets an eyeful of abs before the uncut head of his dick slips out of his
boxer briefs, shiny and pink where it’s slipping out of the foreskin just a
little.
Oh
She looks at the width of his hands again and re-estimates how long she’ll have
to take on prep.
Boyd smirks as he gets back on the bed in front of her. Hands on his thighs.
Waiting.
She rolls her eyes and lets the silence grow a stretch too long. Boyd shifts a
little uncomfortably and she smiles. ‘You have a mouth.’
‘Yes?’
She spreads her legs and lies back, pulling the skirt up so it’s very obvious
what she wants, ‘use it.’
Boyd blinks, shrugs and goes down like he was born to.
For all that this might be his first time going down, Boyd makes very few
rookie mistakes. He doesn’t spend forever in one place, remembers to separate
the folds and to keep his strokes slow until he knows she likes something. The
first time he curves around the area around her clit without touching it she
nearly screams. He doesn’t twice more before gently probing at her entrance,
bringing a finger up to press while he blows warm air at her clit. He presses a
small kiss to the top of her pubes which leaves her dazed before leaning up to
get his teeth around her nipple through her shirt. The sensation is dulled bit
between that and the way he’s slowly pressing his finger inside she can feel
her orgasm building in her pelvis. She waits until it’s unbearable, until she’s
so fucking desperate for something in her, for something to fuck her, and then
she pulls off and gasps out a soft, shaky, ‘off.’
Boyd sits back and he looks good with her trailing down the sides of his mouth
and soaking his chin. He raises and eyebrow like, what now?
She takes a moment to get her bearings, rearrange her skirt and pull her
underwear back up so she’s all but fully dressed.
‘Obviously, I am going down on you.’ She says and pushes him down. She gets the
underwear and tucks it so that his balls are just sitting on top. The head
leaves a glistening trail of precome, dropping on to his stomach. She wraps her
head around the head and then tugs halfway down before coming back up and
repeating it until his cock is slightly slicked with precum.
‘Never thought the most popular girl in school would be doing this?’ She says
with slight bitterness. She loves Jackson, she does, but his vanity had
extended to her as much as her need for control had extended to him. She knows
exactly what she looks like when she does this, exactly how much it looks like
it’s for someone other than herself. A hand slips back into her underwear and
cups gently, stroking when she feels like she needs it to.
She takes him into her mouth and goes a little too deep. She goes again,
slower, until she can feel the hot little rush on her tongue. She concentrates
on the head for a while, toying with the skin a little, and then goes to using
her hands. Boyd’s hips jerk almost frantically. When she presses a finger into
the slit he makes a noise like he’s coming apart and just fucks her hand for
awhile. It’s a marvel, really, Jackson never did this for her.
‘You really didn’t expect this?’ She says a little too quietly. Her hand comes
down to cup his balls. She resists the urge to squeeze. His cock is so hard now
that she can see the desperate little pulse of the vein under the head beat in
time with his heart and the trail of precum on his stomach is more like a
slush.
‘Honestly, no.’ Boyd says sounding wrecked. ‘I have absolutely no control over
this. It’s a little freaky.’
Huh. She runs her fingers along his treasure trail, presses nails down. She
rolls her tongue along the underside of his balls and leans up, the hand in her
underwear slipping out and gripping like a vice at the base of his cock.
‘What,’ he says dazedly.
‘Oh, I’m done.’ She pumps him just once for a quick spurt of precum, licks it
up with a show of licking her teeth, and stands up. Her underwear bunches
oddly, folding in a little at the labia. She makes no move to adjust, not even
when Boyd’s eyes get stuck on the dark patch at the front. The shimmer of her
arousal is building at the back of her spine and only seems to get more intense
the longer Boyd’s eyes make exactly how much he’d like to be on her obvious.
She shakes her hair back and crosses her arms.
‘You sure?’ He says with a meaningful head nod.
She shifts a little, her clit is throbbing. ‘I’m sure.’
‘So you’re going to leave me here.’ he looks down to where his cock is only
minutely less hard than when she had her mouth on it. ‘Like this.’ His cock
twitches.
‘It’s what you want.’ She says with a flourish.
Boyd groans.
Dramatic exits take great timing, she saunters halfway to the door before
stopping, slipping her underwear off. She can hear the thoughtless hip jerk
that gets her fron Boyd. She hangs her underwear on the door and shuts it with
finality behind her. After three beats she lets herself cup herself, fingers
growing slick immediately, and press one, twice, at her clit.
She think’s she still has a dildo in the downstairs bathroom.
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