Kid's in the way. Better get used to that, we've got a minimum of eighteen years to deal with it. [ Still, Derek starts to unwind from where he's curled himself up around her, practically molding himself to her shape from her stomach down. He hears the skip, but he doesn't point it out and instead focuses on moving to settle his weight on his elbow so he can at least sit up a little with the tug in his hair.
But the press at his neck slows him, and he brings his hand out from her shirt, covering her and pressing it into his pulse. It's a lot of trust, a lot of meaning behind it, and it makes him smile just a little more as he looks down at her. ]
It's going to be payback for the little hellion I was for my dad. [ She meets him halfway, sitting up with a little "oomph" noise and returning the smile, warm and affectionate for just a minute.
Her big bad wolf, indeed. Once she's gotten comfortable, she leans in to kiss him properly, slow and sweet, and pulls back just enough to mumble against his lips. ] Happy Sunday.
Was? [ There are some moments where Derek knows Stiles would rather do things for herself, and so he simply remains poised in case she does want his help to sit upright. But when she's settled, he leans in towards her, smile quirking even more at the corners. It's good natured teasing, and his expression is a little more than simply affectionate.
So he kisses her back, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles gently as he does, genuinely happy. Because this is his little red, and this is just theirs. As she pulls back, he stays close, tipping his chin just enough to deliver a quick, soft peck. ] Happy Sunday. How're you feeling?
Ooh, nevermind, I am taking those kisses back. You taste like morning breath anyway. [ Still, she's grinning, and Stiles shifts away from the little peck after a second, glancing over at the window. It's bright as hell outside, and clearly her body's decided it'd be a great time to sleep until noon--maybe they'll just get lucky and the baby will be more like Derek and less like Stiles, which means much, much quieter.
Stiles doubts that. She really does. Poor kid.
Wrinkling her nose, she glances at Derek before dropping back against the pillows with a soft thump. ] Fine, I guess. Everything that usually hurts hurts but what else is new. [ A hand absently comes down to rest on the curve of her stomach, and she scoots out of the way, making enough room for Derek if he wants to come back. ]
I'm sure I do. [ Except where he doesn't. But Derek laughs softly at her as she shifts back, watching her rather than looking anywhere else. It's not exactly new-- he's always kept his focus on Stiles, almost like it's drawn to her-- but it's decidedly softer these days, and honestly sometimes he's a little in awe of... well, everything that comes with her.
As she settles again, he quirks a wider smile down at her before he moves to her again, immediately drawn much like his focus often is. He finds just the right spot where they fit together, laying on his side and tucking the lower half of his face against her shoulder as he brings a hand up to settle over hers.
Though black fills his veins after a moment, it doesn't take the visual indicator to give away the fact he's at it again. ]
I would've stayed in bed the whole time like you so decreed I do on Sundays, but you were out cold so.
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But the press at his neck slows him, and he brings his hand out from her shirt, covering her and pressing it into his pulse. It's a lot of trust, a lot of meaning behind it, and it makes him smile just a little more as he looks down at her. ]
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Her big bad wolf, indeed. Once she's gotten comfortable, she leans in to kiss him properly, slow and sweet, and pulls back just enough to mumble against his lips. ] Happy Sunday.
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So he kisses her back, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles gently as he does, genuinely happy. Because this is his little red, and this is just theirs. As she pulls back, he stays close, tipping his chin just enough to deliver a quick, soft peck. ] Happy Sunday. How're you feeling?
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Stiles doubts that. She really does. Poor kid.
Wrinkling her nose, she glances at Derek before dropping back against the pillows with a soft thump. ] Fine, I guess. Everything that usually hurts hurts but what else is new. [ A hand absently comes down to rest on the curve of her stomach, and she scoots out of the way, making enough room for Derek if he wants to come back. ]
Enjoy your manly man workout?
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As she settles again, he quirks a wider smile down at her before he moves to her again, immediately drawn much like his focus often is. He finds just the right spot where they fit together, laying on his side and tucking the lower half of his face against her shoulder as he brings a hand up to settle over hers.
Though black fills his veins after a moment, it doesn't take the visual indicator to give away the fact he's at it again. ]
I would've stayed in bed the whole time like you so decreed I do on Sundays, but you were out cold so.