I'm absolutely terrified. [ That flat look is honestly one of his favorites--he's seen it on a wolf's face about a thousand times, and it's straight up delightful to see it on a human, instead--Stiles makes a pleased noise and wraps an arm around his shoulder, kicking his feet.
Yep. Best share. Stiles is the luckiest puka in the world, period. ] Try me.
Of course you are. [ Indulgent, Derek lets him kick his feet as he gets himself settled as he almost seems to consider the dare. When he settles on something, he begins walking away from the meeting place, knowing exactly where he's going with his armful of puka.
He's not oblivious to the fact he's become Stiles' share. It became pretty obvious when Stiles would only start playing his default pranks to get his attention-- and that was obvious in and of itself-- oftentimes just waiting around for him at the end of his patrols until he could pay proper attention to him.
It had been a conflict, due to the fact that the sidhe represented a slightly less dangerous threat against his village. And yet, here he was, carrying him off into the surrounding woods and strangely at ease. He'd accepted his role as share pretty quickly, and it was only partially for his village's sake. He feels the slightest bit of guilt for it, but he feels guilt for many things. What's one more? ]
[ He was sort of expecting a kiss, to be honest, but this is kind of interesting, too. Getting settled against Derek's chest, Stiles tucks his face into his neck and watches the surroundings go by from his perch. It's a little different than, say, riding on his back as a squirrel or something like that; definitely more intimate, and kind of fun, too.
He's enjoying his wolf as a person, to say the least. And it's not even the wolf anymore, the faoladh, no; Derek is his wolf, his faoladh, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The feathers in his hair tickle at Derek's jaw as he gets comfortable, one long arm draping down his back and towards his triskele. ] Where are we going?
[ Much as he does, actually, want to bow his head in and press his lips to Stiles', Derek decides instead to drag it out a little more. It makes it a little more worth it, teasing him and getting revenge for all the tricks that the puka has played on him. (Not that he hasn't gotten revenge a few times in the past, but it's spaced out rather than rapid fire like it tends to be from Stiles.)
Despite what instinct would say, he actually tips his head a little to the side to give Stiles room, the sensation of the feathers strangely pleasant despite being distracting. At the small of his back, just above the waistline of his pants, he almost absently thumbs at pale skin as he moves.
This is, of course, before he tightens his grip to keep Stiles from easily weaseling away when the stream comes into view. ] Well, you did ask me if I was going to punish you.
[ Abruptly, what's about to happen hits Stiles like a ton of bricks and the puka shrieks, grabbing onto Derek's shoulders and arms even tighter. It's not the most rational decision, considering if he really wanted to get away, he could just turn into a bird or something, but he shakes his head rapidly anyway, because no. ] Nooooooooo--nonononono, you are not putting me in there, oh my god, no!
[ At least he's not going down without Derek, and he makes that very clear, as his hold goes from comfortable to a koala cling in a matter of seconds. Bastard. ]
[ Calmly walking into the stream, ignoring the wash of water over his boots, Derek takes Stiles in one smooth, easy motion where he's attached to him. He doesn't need to pry him off to be able to dip him bodily, having very little trouble handling him even though he weighs a good hundred-fifty (disregarding that he has a solid hundred on him). He doesn't try to drop him into the water, just holds him right over the edge of it as he lets a rather wolfish grin spread across his face. ]
No? [ His eyebrows quirk upwards as his eyes fall half-shut, and he curls one of his hands around the back of his neck while still supporting his body with the other, arm wrapped securely around him. ]
Yes! No, of course not, dickhead! [ ..yeah this is pretty typical for Stiles. The pukea's hands scrabble up his arms as he attempts to get a solid hold on the faoladh, trying everything in his power to keep from getting dropped on his ass.
He is so going down swinging, and if that includes dragging Derek into the water with him, then so be it. ]
Mm, if you say so. [ Derek doesn't straighten them up again, but instead holds Stiles steady and closes the space between them. It's easy to do, just brush his lips against Stiles', grin dialed back but still intact as he does. It's not something he expected to ever have happen, but he doesn't find himself regretting anything about it in the slightest bit.
The barely-kiss is all teasing, but only lasts for a moment, before he actually presses into it, rather than dropping his armful of puka into the water. ]
[ He's about ready to shift the minute he hits the water, and when his eyes shut in anticipation, they shoot back open as he realizes that Derek just kissed him. All of this is barely giving him enough time to process things, and before he can properly say anything, before he can even react, Derek presses forward again, and well, Stiles can get that much.
A smile plays against his mouth and he casually lets one arm drop, skirting the water, while the other comes up further around his shoulder, and Stiles will absolutely take this part of his share. He'll take it in spades. ]
[ All soft amusement and quiet affection, there's the enormous temptation to simply drop his puka down into the water. But Stiles slips his arm around his shoulder more, the other brushing across the water, and there's the unspoken trust there that he's not going to suddenly find himself sopping wet. So Derek doesn't, just holds him steady even in the precarious position, before he starts to slowly straighten up.
If he could keep that smile right there all for himself, he would. Because the faoladh hasn't had something so good in his life in a long time, and there's nothing better than the smile he can feel in the kiss. It causes his expression to soften even more, despite himself. ]
[ As they straighten back into a standing position, the puka lifts his other arm to wrap around him again, and if he just hops up and wraps around him like a koala, well, that's just that. He's pretty much an attachment, attached to his faoladh and everything that comes with him, kisses so very much included.
When he pulls away, it's after a couple quick pecks, and Stiles looks at him with bright eyes, grin lacking it's usual twist of mischief, all teeth and a dimple. ] It's supposed to be me who's stealing kisses from you, not the other way around! Should I tell the townspeople you've moved on to be a criiiminal?
[ Responding automatically, the faoladh slides his arms underneath the sudden puka that is attached to him. And there isn't a moment of complaint, because he's suddenly found something that he wants to hold onto even more tightly than the village that he protects. If he can share kisses with him, it's a particular bonus he's glad to take.
As Stiles pulls back, he tips his head up a little so that his lips brush against his chin as he speaks, taking in that wide grin that's all warmth and lacking in trickery. It spreads right into his chest, curling around it and weaving into his ribs. ] They wouldn't believe a word you said.
That's a shame, I'm a completely reliable news source. [ The chin kiss is a wolf thing, and he's not dumb; Stiles lets him do it with no problem, then leans back a little more to get a good look at his face, letting go with his hands and framing his stubbly cheeks with long fingers. ] Look at you, you're like the biggest mountain man stereotype in the world.
[ But he just sounds happy. Guess that makes you his type. ] You're furry even without the fur.
Of course you are. [ No, he absolutely isn't. Derek watches his face as he straightens back, scanning it before suddenly there's a press of fingers along his face. Almost immediately, he scrunches, much like he does when they're both in more four-legged forms. Just because he has a human face doesn't mean his wolfish expressions don't end. ] Should I be taking that as a compliment?
[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
I mean, I would be, if I didn't have some jerk faoladh throwing me around all the time, messing up my game. How am I supposed to keep people on their toes, huh? You won't let me do my job. [ he grabs derek's cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger and pinches, tugging them gently before patting his hands against them. stiles is goofy even in his most serious moments, but that's kind of in the job description of a puca.
dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
You do your job just fine with me policing it and making sure some hapless villager isn't stuck in a well with a cow somehow. [ Gaze exasperated as his face is pinched and tugged, Derek still allows for it to happen, entire face scrunching up again with the pat. Why he's so fond of such an obnoxious puca, he'll never know, but he's not really complaining too much right now.
Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.
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Yep. Best share. Stiles is the luckiest puka in the world, period. ] Try me.
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He's not oblivious to the fact he's become Stiles' share. It became pretty obvious when Stiles would only start playing his default pranks to get his attention-- and that was obvious in and of itself-- oftentimes just waiting around for him at the end of his patrols until he could pay proper attention to him.
It had been a conflict, due to the fact that the sidhe represented a slightly less dangerous threat against his village. And yet, here he was, carrying him off into the surrounding woods and strangely at ease. He'd accepted his role as share pretty quickly, and it was only partially for his village's sake. He feels the slightest bit of guilt for it, but he feels guilt for many things. What's one more? ]
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He's enjoying his wolf as a person, to say the least. And it's not even the wolf anymore, the faoladh, no; Derek is his wolf, his faoladh, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The feathers in his hair tickle at Derek's jaw as he gets comfortable, one long arm draping down his back and towards his triskele. ] Where are we going?
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Despite what instinct would say, he actually tips his head a little to the side to give Stiles room, the sensation of the feathers strangely pleasant despite being distracting. At the small of his back, just above the waistline of his pants, he almost absently thumbs at pale skin as he moves.
This is, of course, before he tightens his grip to keep Stiles from easily weaseling away when the stream comes into view. ] Well, you did ask me if I was going to punish you.
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[ At least he's not going down without Derek, and he makes that very clear, as his hold goes from comfortable to a koala cling in a matter of seconds. Bastard. ]
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No? [ His eyebrows quirk upwards as his eyes fall half-shut, and he curls one of his hands around the back of his neck while still supporting his body with the other, arm wrapped securely around him. ]
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He is so going down swinging, and if that includes dragging Derek into the water with him, then so be it. ]
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The barely-kiss is all teasing, but only lasts for a moment, before he actually presses into it, rather than dropping his armful of puka into the water. ]
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A smile plays against his mouth and he casually lets one arm drop, skirting the water, while the other comes up further around his shoulder, and Stiles will absolutely take this part of his share. He'll take it in spades. ]
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If he could keep that smile right there all for himself, he would. Because the faoladh hasn't had something so good in his life in a long time, and there's nothing better than the smile he can feel in the kiss. It causes his expression to soften even more, despite himself. ]
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When he pulls away, it's after a couple quick pecks, and Stiles looks at him with bright eyes, grin lacking it's usual twist of mischief, all teeth and a dimple. ] It's supposed to be me who's stealing kisses from you, not the other way around! Should I tell the townspeople you've moved on to be a criiiminal?
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As Stiles pulls back, he tips his head up a little so that his lips brush against his chin as he speaks, taking in that wide grin that's all warmth and lacking in trickery. It spreads right into his chest, curling around it and weaving into his ribs. ] They wouldn't believe a word you said.
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[ But he just sounds happy. Guess that makes you his type. ] You're furry even without the fur.
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[ He doesn't sound particularly bothered, though, and just peers up and his armful of puka. ] Year-round pelt.
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dropping his hands, he rests them on derek's shoulders, then up into his hair, like he can't decide where he wants them to go. ] I so didn't need to know that. Are you seriously that furry everywhere? I changed my mind, I totally want to know that. Preferably Biblically.
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Especially since everything relaxes in him when Stiles' hands wander everywhere, almost like he's unintentionally petting him. So sue. ] Maybe you'll find out. [ Said calmly and casually. ] Though definitely not out here where we're in the open during the day.