Kissing in the rain. (it's been a while)

[onceinabluememe]

You know what's fun? Kissing in the rain. It's the best distraction in this kind of weather. Or maybe it's just really inconvenient because you really want to find your keys but some motherfucker's all in your face. Whatever the situation, it's pouring. There's kissing. Enjoy.


RULES:
1: Tag in with your character/canon/preferences and, optionally, a situation. (Blank comments won't be deleted.)
2: Tag around.
3: Have fun.

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[wailinggenius]

[Getting stalled out in the middle of the road was not Lydia's idea of a good time. Getting stalled out in the pouring rain was even worse. It was times like these that she wished she actually too auto shop instead of Home Ec in school, but grease and her just didn't get along. Neither did she and rain.

As if it weren't bad enough, her phone had died sometime earlier, the battery having run down. So she was basically stuck. There was a store a little ways back, but that meant walking out in the pouring rain.]

It's your only choice Lydia.

[Or she could stay there and hope some kind soul would stop and give her a jump or take a look under her hood. In this weather, unlikely. So sucking it up, she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up, grabbed her purse and headed back for the store. She really hoped Allison wasn't busy, because hers was the only number Lydia knew off the top of her head.]

[skybluejeep]

[Stiles would be able to spot Lydia in a crowd from halfway across a football stadium. That's how attuned he is to her. So when he sees her trudging along the road, he knows it's her. With a yelp, he pulls over as quickly and safely as he could, leaning over to swing open his jeep's passenger door. She should NOT be walking in this rain!]

Lydia! Get in!

[wailinggenius]

[She looks up from where she had her shoulders hunched. Her hair is dripping, hanging in wet, bedraggled strands around her face. She doesn't have to squint through the rain to recognize the vehicle.]

Stiles?

[He doesn't need to tell her twice though, and she's immediately hurrying over and climbing into the jeep, shutting the door behind her.]

[skybluejeep]

Oh my god, are you okay? Why are you walking in the rain?

[He's rummaging around in the back seat of his jeep now, his eyes still locked on her. He's trying to find...ah! There it is. Blindly he pulls a towel out of his gym bag. It's been used, yes, but only after he hit the showers after lacrosse today. So it's not smelly or anything. He hands the towel to Lydia, looking so deeply worried about her.]

You're not hurt or anything, are you?

[wailinggenius]

Fine just...

[She takes the towel from him, giving it a skeptical look before starting to sop up the mess that is her hair. Once it's no longer dripping like she just got out of the shower, she peels her coat off and dries off the rest of her as best she can.]

My car broke down a little ways up the road and my phone is dead. Just my luck.

[skybluejeep]

Ah, jeez. That suuuucks. Uh, do you want me to take you home?

[wailinggenius]

[She gives a little shrug.]

What about my car? You don't know anything about fixing cars do you? [Stiles is full of random information and trivia, but Lydia doesn't know if mechanics is part of his repertoire.]

[skybluejeep]

Pfft. No. Not your fancy Prius anyway. I can change the oil on Bertha here but that's it.

[Yes, his jeep is named Bertha. Don't ask. Just don't.]

Let's get you home, you can call Triple A. Or you can use my phone?

[wailinggenius]

Yeah.

[She nods, and leans back in the seat a little. Never did she think the old jeep, Bertha apparently, would become a familiar place, a vehicle she'd be relieved to see.]

You named it Bertha?

[skybluejeep]

Big Blue Bertha. Yeah.

[He grins at her, as if daring her to comment further. And he hands her his phone.]

No going through my photos. Or text messages. Promise?

[wailinggenius]

[She doesn't comment on the name, but she looks like she wants to. Big Blue Bertha, though, fits this hunk of jeep. She can absolutely see it being named Bertha. Which probably means she's been spending too much time with Stiles.

Taking his phone she shrugged.]

What do you take embarrassing selfies and send them to Scott?

[Of course now that he told her not to, she was curious.]

[skybluejeep]

No! Just...don't. Okay?

[Mainly because there's a couple of texts to Scott about how much he loves her.]

[wailinggenius]

Okay...

[She shoots him a weird look, but calls Information for Triple A's number, then gives them a call, reporting her car. Once she's off the phone she sighs, and glances over at him.]

Thanks for stopping.

[skybluejeep]

Of course! Like I'd leave you walking in the rain? Lydia, c'mon.

[He takes his phone back and smiles eagerly at her.]