[ Talia makes her best impression of a squeal--it's more of a howl than anything else--and squirms around in Derek's arms, batting him in the face with her tail and kicking all four of her limbs. The sight of that puts a grin on his face; maybe she's learning from him after all.
Pushing aside the peppers, he starts on an onion, adding what he's already cut into a large pot of what looks like sauce. School had been obnoxiously stressful today, which, at the moment, meant lots of detox cooking time and a very, very large meal tonight. Stiles wipes sweat from his brow and looks back at the sight next to him, mouth quirking into a smile. ] Boring days at the station have been my favorite thing since I was six.
[ ...but then. ] Was it really that boring? Because a little bird--[ that wasn't Stiles listening in on the radio ] told me there might have been a 297A in the shopping plaza today.
Pfft. [ Swatting Talia's tail out of his face, Derek supports her with one hand before he rights her again so he can nestle her in the crook of his arm and against his shoulder. He watches Stiles still, though, his shoulders slowly easing down as he takes in what's a fairly relaxing thing for him, too. Just watching Stiles these days has gone from mindboggling and frustrating to just... anchoring.
He cocks an eyebrow, though, before bringing his free hand up to set the heel of his hand between Stiles' shoulder blades. It's an easy contact, and one that lets him press it in easy circles to find the student's knot that starts there. ]
A little bird, huh. [ He still rubs, though. ] I sent a rookie on that one, just so I could see his face when he came back.
Ohhhh my god. [ As Talia wriggles into a comfortable position, chuffing and tucking her nose under Derek's ear, Stiles practically melts at the sudden pressure of his hand against a knot in his back. So he'd been leaning over studying for his ab psych test almost all day, and there's a resounding crack when he arches his back away from it. ]
Hrrrgh. [ Ahhhh god that's the spot. He's kind of banking on never having to give up Derek, ever. If Derek gets a hot girlfriend (very likely), then this is probably going to stop. ] That's awesome.
I'm drowning in shame. [ Head tilting to press against Talia's gently, Derek continues his slow trek down Stiles' spine to work out a line of tension. If anyone knows about knots, it's him. After all, he's practically made of them on an everyday basis, and there's no two ways around it. So he knows that Stiles-- a college student and an alpha's second-- is going to be lined with at least half as much soreness.
He digs his thumb under his shoulder blade absently when he finds a knot, letting out an amused hum that vibrates through his chest and up his throat, something like fond affection quirking at the corners of his mouth.
It's easy to stand here like this, and let his world narrow down to just the three of them. ]
Good answer. [ Leaning over the sink, he pauses and braces his hands on it, dropping his head down and groaning. God, that feels good. It vaguely hits him how domestic this is, how many "wow, you two are like an old married couple" jokes are actually really, kind of true, but he's not going to admit that out loud.
Or the fact that he enjoys it like that, either. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter shut and enjoys that, completely ignoring the vegetables still needing to be chopped. ]
Glad to hear you think so. [ He shifts around to stand directly behind Stiles, using his hand that's attached to the arm that Talia is sitting on to rub at the lower portion of his back. His other hand raises higher again, digging gently below the base of Stiles' neck so he can remove all of the tension from his spine.
A part of him just wants to tuck his nose into his hair, bury his face against the back of his neck. But he ignores the feeling, smiling where Stiles can't see it. The vegetables will still be there once he finishes turning him into a pile of goop. ]
What did dad think of that? [ A little smile crosses his face, amused at the thought (probably eternally) of Derek taking orders from his dad, and he leans over a little more, content to let his eyes fall shut and enjoy the contact. When this is over, it'd be so easy to just lean backwards into him, scratch Talia behind the ears, kiss him...
Wait, wait, slow your roll, Stilinski. Focus on something else. For now he just fidgets along with Derek's movements, body shifting and rolling up where necessary. ]
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Pushing aside the peppers, he starts on an onion, adding what he's already cut into a large pot of what looks like sauce. School had been obnoxiously stressful today, which, at the moment, meant lots of detox cooking time and a very, very large meal tonight. Stiles wipes sweat from his brow and looks back at the sight next to him, mouth quirking into a smile. ] Boring days at the station have been my favorite thing since I was six.
[ ...but then. ] Was it really that boring? Because a little bird--[ that wasn't Stiles listening in on the radio ] told me there might have been a 297A in the shopping plaza today.
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He cocks an eyebrow, though, before bringing his free hand up to set the heel of his hand between Stiles' shoulder blades. It's an easy contact, and one that lets him press it in easy circles to find the student's knot that starts there. ]
A little bird, huh. [ He still rubs, though. ] I sent a rookie on that one, just so I could see his face when he came back.
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Hrrrgh. [ Ahhhh god that's the spot. He's kind of banking on never having to give up Derek, ever. If Derek gets a hot girlfriend (very likely), then this is probably going to stop. ] That's awesome.
[ Wait. ] I mean, that's awful, shame on you.
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He digs his thumb under his shoulder blade absently when he finds a knot, letting out an amused hum that vibrates through his chest and up his throat, something like fond affection quirking at the corners of his mouth.
It's easy to stand here like this, and let his world narrow down to just the three of them. ]
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Or the fact that he enjoys it like that, either. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter shut and enjoys that, completely ignoring the vegetables still needing to be chopped. ]
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A part of him just wants to tuck his nose into his hair, bury his face against the back of his neck. But he ignores the feeling, smiling where Stiles can't see it. The vegetables will still be there once he finishes turning him into a pile of goop. ]
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Wait, wait, slow your roll, Stilinski. Focus on something else. For now he just fidgets along with Derek's movements, body shifting and rolling up where necessary. ]