[ 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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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.