[ Sometimes Derek has these doglike tendencies that undoubtedly put a huge grin on his face; it reminds him of Scott, a little, but it's more wolflike. Like he's some giant predator who's just completely melting in the face of scratchies. It makes the smile on his face tilt up even more, and he scratches at his scalp lazily, tilting his head to rest his cheek against Derek's stubbled one. ]
Good, I wouldn't want you to be unprepared for that. I'm a force to be reckoned with. [ Which is true in so many senses of the word. ]
[ Securing his arm a little more snugly around Stiles' middle, something in him relaxes further with the stupid scratchies. His eyes remain closed for the time being as he just gets himself settled in, but overall Derek is... content. The sleeping beast, with Stiles smack in the middle of the wolf den.
He rubs his cheek a little absently against Stiles'-- not enough to leave behind stubble burn, but enough to show some idle affection. ]
You're something, all right. [ It's quietly murmured, but he's obviously amused if the crooked smile on his face says anything. ]
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Good, I wouldn't want you to be unprepared for that. I'm a force to be reckoned with. [ Which is true in so many senses of the word. ]
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He rubs his cheek a little absently against Stiles'-- not enough to leave behind stubble burn, but enough to show some idle affection. ]
You're something, all right. [ It's quietly murmured, but he's obviously amused if the crooked smile on his face says anything. ]