[ It's midway through the evening when Stiles finally gets through his coding for the day--a program designed to read biosignatures on weaponry, so it conforms to fit the user's hand and no one else's--and he sits up and cracks his back in his computer chair, looking around. Derek's probably doing work downstairs, and so he waits for a few minutes, tapping his pen on the desk and rereading the code until it starts to get blurry in front of his face. By the time he's managed to distract himself for about five minutes, Stiles gives up on leaving him alone and tiptoes through the apartment as quietly as possible, peeking into the living room. Derek's laying on the couch for the moment, and it looks like he's reading, so Stiles stares at him for a second from around the corner, then makes his way over to the couch.
Once he's gotten there, he pretty much inserts himself in Derek's space, out of nowhere, weaseling up his figure and under his arms until he can perch on his chest and pretty much interrupt anything he's doing. ] Are you busy?
[ Some days, Derek will come into the room that Stiles has claimed as his workspace for that particular spell and interrupt his hyperfocus in the midst of a project. This is usually when he knows Stiles will not move for the entire day, and absolutely should. Other days, the agent leans in the doorway to watch him for a little while before he goes off and leaves him to his work. Today is one of the latter, because he's gotten to the point when he can gauge how long he'll be at work, and he figures tonight won't be much longer.
So when he hears footsteps approaching him, he does actually look up over the top of his book. And then raises it up, with Stiles' sudden invasion of space, holding it above his head with a fondly exasperated look. Once he's settled, he sets it against his head, opened and pages rustling a little with his hair as he looks down at him. ]
[ There's something indescribably pleasing about how Derek just opens his space up for him, exasperated but fine with it, and giddily pleased at getting his way is how he weasels his way forward, crossing his arms on his chest and resting his chin on them, even as the book comes to rest on the back of his head. It's been a ridiculously long day and he's tired of working, so he fixes Derek with a look, smile on his face innocent. ]
Good. [ Like he didn't just cause that. ] My back hurts from slaving over my computer all day. [ That's also not really much of a request, now is it. Stiles grins a little, practically batting his eyelashes and continuing to be a little shit. ]
[ Letting Stiles get comfortable stretched out across him, Derek shifts his legs a little so that Stiles' settle between them, keeping his book calmly propped up on his quartermaster's head. He almost considers pretending to read it like that, but he eventually decides to reach and set it on the top of the couch. It'll probably fall off and he'll have to find his place again, but he suddenly has a Stiles in his space demanding attention like a needy cat. The look on his face absolutely does not fool him. ]
Yeah? That sounds unfortunate. [ Aloof as it is, he still slowly slides his hands up under the numerous layers he wears, touch warm and gentle at his back. He follows the dip to his lower back, drawn there immediately so that he can dig his fingers right into a knot. ]
Sucker. [ Stiles practically goes limp when Derek's fingers dig into a particularly tense spot, and he drops his head against his chest, sighing mouthily in relief. It's been a long day, and if Stiles is going to enjoy the perks of living with Derek again, this time minus a façade of a fake marriage, then dammit, he's going to enjoy it. It's been months since the mission and the spark of attraction that came from day one never seemed to fade, enough that moving in with him and his dog seemed like the right course of action without even faltering.
Besides, he gets backrubs. Maybe he's a little spoiled, but Stiles'll chalk it up to his ingenuity. ]
I don't know, this is a pretty win-win situation to me. [ Stiles gets backrubs, Derek gets to touch him. Touching Stiles is probably nestled at the top spot of his favorite things to do, by this point, and that includes all subcategories of the action. And he won't lie (at least to himself) and say that he wouldn't have missed doing it, if he and Stiles had parted ways after the mission was finally over. Hell, the idea alone makes him sick, because of just how integral the other agent has become in his life.
Something soft and amused, but definitely affectionate, rumbles in his chest-- a little like a deep chuckle, but he works his fingers up his spine slowly, digging into every line of tension he can find. ]
I'm keeping you. [ That comes out muffled from where Stiles dropped his head against his shoulder, eyes fluttered shut as Derek gets into the knot right at the bottom of his back, where he bends over his computer writing code. It's pretty much bliss, and he can't help the satisfied noise he makes as he gets comfortable, wrapped up in Derek's arms.
He lifts his head again, though, and looks up at the ceiling. ] You know, if you didn't snore, you'd be marriage material.
[ It's a joke, so obviously a joke, and he wiggles his eyebrows at him, then smacks a kiss on his cheek. ]
Good to know I'm useful. [ Curling his fingers tight into his lower back, then bowing his hand to rub his knuckles into the same spot, Derek looks up at the ceiling while Stiles tucks his face into his shoulder. He's used to this by now, content in the actions, and can carry on even while half asleep. Which he does, frequently, whenever Stiles refuses to get up in the morning or they've dozed off for a nap and should probably get up again.
His eyes are still on the ceiling when Stiles looks up as well, and he just laughs a little, chest vibrating with the quiet sound. ] You talk in your sleep, drool, fall out of bed, and sleep with your ass in the air sometimes. I don't think you're one to talk about poor sleeping habits.
[ He turns in the kiss, though, so that he can rub his nose against Stiles' cheek before pressing a kiss there in return. ]
You love when I sleep with my ass in the air, thank you. [ Stiles makes a dirty joke and surprises absolutely no one with it, wiggling his eyebrows even more. He's feeling a bit ornery today, if it's not completely obvious, and Stiles snickers, lets him return the kiss to his cheek.
He mostly just came down here to bother Derek, to be honest. ] At least I don't have a six AM workout routine. Who does pushups at six AM?
It is a good view, fair. [ Derek is completely unsurprised and simply raises his eyebrows in response to Stiles' wiggling ones, before his hands are sliding out from under his shirts. They slip right into Stiles' back pockets without remorse, fingers curling comfortably and as if he's not groping his boyfriend-fake-husband.
Yeah, he can tell. But he's used to it by now. ] Those pushups keep the muscles you seem so very fond of in shape, thank you.
[ That earns him a good natured eyeroll, and Stiles reacts to the hands in his pockets simply by wriggling a little to help him get his hands deeper down there. Not even regretting this a little--he was trying to get Derek's entire attention. Total success. ]
Those pushups happen at six AM! When normal people are sleeping! [ Stiles scoffs lightly and rolls his head across his chest to look at him again, resting his arms on his chest and his chin on his forearms. ] I mean, I totally appreciate the muscles, don't get me wrong.
[ Ah, there we go. Derek settles comfortably, hands curved to follow the shape of Stiles' ass through his pants. There are many things he could say in regards to this, but he just lets the amusement on his face speak for him more than anything else. Basically, Stiles really does his undivided attention. ]
Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.
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pre-death? pre death.
Once he's gotten there, he pretty much inserts himself in Derek's space, out of nowhere, weaseling up his figure and under his arms until he can perch on his chest and pretty much interrupt anything he's doing. ] Are you busy?
[ Well you aren't now! 8D ]
pre death!
So when he hears footsteps approaching him, he does actually look up over the top of his book. And then raises it up, with Stiles' sudden invasion of space, holding it above his head with a fondly exasperated look. Once he's settled, he sets it against his head, opened and pages rustling a little with his hair as he looks down at him. ]
Well now I'm not.
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Good. [ Like he didn't just cause that. ] My back hurts from slaving over my computer all day. [ That's also not really much of a request, now is it. Stiles grins a little, practically batting his eyelashes and continuing to be a little shit. ]
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Yeah? That sounds unfortunate. [ Aloof as it is, he still slowly slides his hands up under the numerous layers he wears, touch warm and gentle at his back. He follows the dip to his lower back, drawn there immediately so that he can dig his fingers right into a knot. ]
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Besides, he gets backrubs. Maybe he's a little spoiled, but Stiles'll chalk it up to his ingenuity. ]
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Something soft and amused, but definitely affectionate, rumbles in his chest-- a little like a deep chuckle, but he works his fingers up his spine slowly, digging into every line of tension he can find. ]
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He lifts his head again, though, and looks up at the ceiling. ] You know, if you didn't snore, you'd be marriage material.
[ It's a joke, so obviously a joke, and he wiggles his eyebrows at him, then smacks a kiss on his cheek. ]
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His eyes are still on the ceiling when Stiles looks up as well, and he just laughs a little, chest vibrating with the quiet sound. ] You talk in your sleep, drool, fall out of bed, and sleep with your ass in the air sometimes. I don't think you're one to talk about poor sleeping habits.
[ He turns in the kiss, though, so that he can rub his nose against Stiles' cheek before pressing a kiss there in return. ]
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He mostly just came down here to bother Derek, to be honest. ] At least I don't have a six AM workout routine. Who does pushups at six AM?
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Yeah, he can tell. But he's used to it by now. ] Those pushups keep the muscles you seem so very fond of in shape, thank you.
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Those pushups happen at six AM! When normal people are sleeping! [ Stiles scoffs lightly and rolls his head across his chest to look at him again, resting his arms on his chest and his chin on his forearms. ] I mean, I totally appreciate the muscles, don't get me wrong.
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Are we actually normal people? [ He scoffs back at him, though there's no real heat behind it. Instead, he shifts his shoulders a little against the couch to sit up just a little bit. Not enough to disturb Stiles, but so that his head isn't quite resting on the armrest anymore. ] I don't sleep. So I do productive things.