[ It ends up that Stiles rolls off of him in the middle of the night-slash-morning, but he repositions himself almost immediately, tucking his head against Derek's shoulder and resting his hand on his chest, fists curled just a little against his bare chest.
But he sleeps like an absolute rock, and he wakes up around two in the afternoon. The sun's shining through the windows and right in his face, and he winces a little as he cracks open brown eyes and stares blearily into it. It takes a couple of minutes to properly recall what happened the day before, and a slow, lazy smile curls across his face as he pushes himself up on his palms, looking down at Derek underneath him. He's really not there mentally for a few minutes, as he lays back down and gets comfortable in the space he'd been inhabiting before, and Stiles blinks a couple of times, trying to readjust, and stretches his arm across Derek's chest.
And that's when the light catches on something shiny on his hand. His brow crinkles and he stares at it, brings it closer to his face.
And then he yelps-- ] Oh my god?!
[ Was that all a crazy dream?! Did he get married in his sleep last night?! Stiles is not awake enough for this, holy jesus. Maybe he just--no, no, they stopped faking it like a year ago, that's impossible, unless there was some other fake-married mission but they aren't supposed to be even bothered by headquarters right now-- ]
[ The fact that Derek sleeps for a solid ten hours, at least, is amazing. Even when he was in drug-induced dozes, he never slept more than six hours, maybe. And even then, it wasn't really rest. It was just him trying to recover, pushing past dark images and feeling the loss of Stiles in his bed like he'd been truly torn from him. (Though, in a way, he had been.)
When Stiles does finally stir, it barely nudges him at first. He's used to Stiles moving around, even with a month apart, that so long as he's not leaving the bed it doesn't really register with him. But enough movement has him stirring a little more, and he stretches his legs out, arm hooked around Stiles' waist comfortably. The corner of his mouth twitches a little as he feels him pushes himself up, but he still doesn't open his eyes as he simply lays there.
It's when he yelps that he actually wakes up, jolting a little and blinking sleep from his eyes to look down at him.
And then he sees what he's freaking out about, and lets out a small huff of a laugh. Voice throaty from deep sleep as he murmurs at him, he rubs his thumb against the small of his back, dropping his head into his pillow again. ] I didn't want to wait six months.
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But he sleeps like an absolute rock, and he wakes up around two in the afternoon. The sun's shining through the windows and right in his face, and he winces a little as he cracks open brown eyes and stares blearily into it. It takes a couple of minutes to properly recall what happened the day before, and a slow, lazy smile curls across his face as he pushes himself up on his palms, looking down at Derek underneath him. He's really not there mentally for a few minutes, as he lays back down and gets comfortable in the space he'd been inhabiting before, and Stiles blinks a couple of times, trying to readjust, and stretches his arm across Derek's chest.
And that's when the light catches on something shiny on his hand. His brow crinkles and he stares at it, brings it closer to his face.
And then he yelps-- ] Oh my god?!
[ Was that all a crazy dream?! Did he get married in his sleep last night?! Stiles is not awake enough for this, holy jesus. Maybe he just--no, no, they stopped faking it like a year ago, that's impossible, unless there was some other fake-married mission but they aren't supposed to be even bothered by headquarters right now-- ]
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When Stiles does finally stir, it barely nudges him at first. He's used to Stiles moving around, even with a month apart, that so long as he's not leaving the bed it doesn't really register with him. But enough movement has him stirring a little more, and he stretches his legs out, arm hooked around Stiles' waist comfortably. The corner of his mouth twitches a little as he feels him pushes himself up, but he still doesn't open his eyes as he simply lays there.
It's when he yelps that he actually wakes up, jolting a little and blinking sleep from his eyes to look down at him.
And then he sees what he's freaking out about, and lets out a small huff of a laugh. Voice throaty from deep sleep as he murmurs at him, he rubs his thumb against the small of his back, dropping his head into his pillow again. ] I didn't want to wait six months.