[ 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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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.