we love like fools

“Stiles. You saw Scott less than an hour ago, at the ceremony, and then the reception. He already knows.” Lydia says, if a bit condescendingly, trying to coax him into lying down under the duvet. Once he’s tucked underneath it after taking his suit and tie off (with Lydia’s help, of course) she starts to slide the zip of her wedding dress down.  “Oh.” Stiles inhales sharply, forgetting what he was going to say all together. Lydia giggles at that, as if he hasn’t seen her in less before, but she understands the importance of the moment. This night. The beginning of their honeymoon. The freedom from Beacon Hills, once and for all. The start of a bright future. Or the one right after Stiles and Lydia get married.