《teen wolf imagines ⭐️》allydia - practice (light smut)

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Allison was such a capable girl. Capable and strong.

She wasn't afraid to be herself.

Allison wasn't like Lydia, Lydia who pretended to be a dumb bitch so her dumb *** of a boyfriend wouldn't leave her.

Scott was one lucky, lucky boy.

"Lydia?" The girl chimed, glossy dark hair bouncing.

"Hm."

Allison smiled, pink lips upturning. "You looked like you were in outer space. "

Lydia crossed her legs. "More like heaven."

Her friend laughed, carefree and uplifting. "Okay."

Scott ran up, still outfitted in his lacrosse uniform, minus the helmet. Allison, predictably, had eyes only for him, and they kissed, her hand fisting in his shirt. Lydia, despite the who, could feel herself dampening. She imagined Allison was doing the same for Scott.

The pair broke apart. Allison faced her again, lips swollen and cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she said, looking anything but.

Lydia flipped her wind blown hair out of her face, smirking. "Oh, it's fine. Jackson and I would probably already be fucking by now."

It was the other girl's turn to scowl.

They were in Allison's room that night. Studying.

Allison was studying, anyway. Lydia already knew all of the content. She pretended like she just didn't care about the subject. They sat in her bed, facing each other.

Lydia watched Allison bite her lip in concentration, brow slightly furrowed. Her skin was pale and flawless, those dark eyes downcast, glued to the page. How Lydia longed to be that textbook.

Allison looked up, and Lydia quickly averted her gaze, but she'd already been caught.

Her friend looked thoughtful before she spoke. "Are you alright Lydia? You seem really distracted lately." Her eyes held tender concern, expression serious.

It's your fault.

Lydia shifted, stretching her arms as she faked a yawn. "Oh, I'm just tired."

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Allison said nothing. She just stared. And stared and stared.

Having become the textbook, Lydia fidgeted, picking up a red pen and beginning to scribble nonsense in a spiral notebook.

"Lydia?"

The redhead dared not raise her eyes. "Yes?"

"Can I... This stupid, but can I...Could I possibly kiss you?"

Lydia nearly fell off the bed. She could only imagine what her face looked like because Allison quickly paled.

"I'm not a lesbian." She added with haste. "I just want to, ya know, practice."

"Oh." She tried not to sound dejected. She picked a thread in the sleeve of her jacket. "Sure," she brought her eyes back to her friend's, "Why not."

Allison's eyes widened. She scooted closer, and Lydia thought her heart might just beat right out of her chest. The dark haired girl raised a hand, then put it down.

"I don't know, I'll just go, I guess."

With shocking speed, she nearly lunged forward, slapping their mouths together with vigor. Lydia was so caught off her guard she didn't respond, letting Allison's lips press against hers with little reaction.

Quickly, Lydia revised the situation. With a hand placed on the other girl's neck, she deepened the kiss, adding a bit of tongue. To her astonishment, Allison accepted it without protest, taking her into her mouth.

And stars above, she tasted like spring and summer and strawberries and vanilla and everything else sweet and promising. And then Allison sucked her tongue.

Her stomach flipped upside-down, hot blinding heat pooling below.

Allison pulled away, a string of spit and swapped lipgloss the only evidence.

Lydia knew that she was wet. "You," she began breathlessly, "Don't need practice."

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