[ 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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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. ]