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[ How they got to this point that they did, Derek is never going to know.
The pack had been close for some time now, and he'd had people coming and going out of the loft ever since he moved in. They've made it more of a home than just a place for him to go to when he had to lick his wounds. There's mixed and matched furniture, and signs of multiple residents at any given time. But ever since the little werewolf pup stumbled across Stiles-- they all know it isn't the other way around-- it's been even more busy, more lived in.
Having Stiles there more often than not is also something of interest, but he's not quite sure how to go about it.
As he comes back in, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it over the back of the arm chair that the entire pack started calling (thanks to Stiles) 'the master's chair.' He rubs at the side of his neck, following the scent in the kitchen that he associates with Stiles invading it.
And then he pauses in the archway, raising a brow at the sight that meets him. ]
If she had a concept of dignity at her age, I'd be worried.
The pack had been close for some time now, and he'd had people coming and going out of the loft ever since he moved in. They've made it more of a home than just a place for him to go to when he had to lick his wounds. There's mixed and matched furniture, and signs of multiple residents at any given time. But ever since the little werewolf pup stumbled across Stiles-- they all know it isn't the other way around-- it's been even more busy, more lived in.
Having Stiles there more often than not is also something of interest, but he's not quite sure how to go about it.
As he comes back in, he shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it over the back of the arm chair that the entire pack started calling (thanks to Stiles) 'the master's chair.' He rubs at the side of his neck, following the scent in the kitchen that he associates with Stiles invading it.
And then he pauses in the archway, raising a brow at the sight that meets him. ]
If she had a concept of dignity at her age, I'd be worried.
Edited 2013-05-30 00:02 (UTC)
[ There were days that Stiles was really, really glad that he was out of high school, and the day he'd found a wolf pup--well, one had found him--was definitely one of them. She was apparently stuck in permanent shift, and when Stiles had pulled over off the side of the road when a pair of eyes had flashed against his headlights, she'd apparently decided that he meant home.
It made sense, if he wanted to be perfectly honest. (He didn't.) Stiles spent most of his time around werewolves, one of them in particular an alpha, and he'd learned the ropes faster than any regular human really should have. That wasn't to say he was ever obedient about it--which, made it make even more sense. Stiles figured out he was the second a long time ago, just. Minus the romantic implications of that. (And really, it was kind of goddamn impressive, that he managed to rise above the werewolves; he'd contented himself with that. Sort of. It didn't really cover the awful, horrible, since-tenth-grade crush he'd had on Derek Hale, but that didn't matter.)
So to make a long story short, the wolf pup--nicknamed "Talia", in honor of Derek's mom (and of Batman's woman--Stiles' firm insistence that Derek was actually part of the Batman Family continued to be true)--became pretty much his constant attachment. He'd finagled an agreement with three of his four professors that she needed him for weird reasons, and that he couldn't afford a sitter with all the money he spent on college, and all Talia ever did was sit under his desk and rub against his feet anyway. Besides, she was adorable, and who could say no to her gigantic, golden puppy eyes. (The answer is not Stiles.)
The only time their little attachment issue didn't work was when he was cooking. Talia always wanted to be touching him, and with his feet and hands fast in motion, it had already ended with a nasty bruise on his chin where he'd smacked it against the counter. So Stiles improvised, because that's what Stilinskis do, and Talia didn't mind the carrier at all--she just wriggled every now and then when something smelled good.
Without any sort of supernatural senses, Stiles doesn't hear Derek come in, and he glances over his shoulder at the remark from where he's arm deep in chopped vegetables. So maybe this wasn't the most, uh, kosher solution, but Talia seemed happy with it. ]
Don't knock it till you try it, wolfman, it's like magic.
It made sense, if he wanted to be perfectly honest. (He didn't.) Stiles spent most of his time around werewolves, one of them in particular an alpha, and he'd learned the ropes faster than any regular human really should have. That wasn't to say he was ever obedient about it--which, made it make even more sense. Stiles figured out he was the second a long time ago, just. Minus the romantic implications of that. (And really, it was kind of goddamn impressive, that he managed to rise above the werewolves; he'd contented himself with that. Sort of. It didn't really cover the awful, horrible, since-tenth-grade crush he'd had on Derek Hale, but that didn't matter.)
So to make a long story short, the wolf pup--nicknamed "Talia", in honor of Derek's mom (and of Batman's woman--Stiles' firm insistence that Derek was actually part of the Batman Family continued to be true)--became pretty much his constant attachment. He'd finagled an agreement with three of his four professors that she needed him for weird reasons, and that he couldn't afford a sitter with all the money he spent on college, and all Talia ever did was sit under his desk and rub against his feet anyway. Besides, she was adorable, and who could say no to her gigantic, golden puppy eyes. (The answer is not Stiles.)
The only time their little attachment issue didn't work was when he was cooking. Talia always wanted to be touching him, and with his feet and hands fast in motion, it had already ended with a nasty bruise on his chin where he'd smacked it against the counter. So Stiles improvised, because that's what Stilinskis do, and Talia didn't mind the carrier at all--she just wriggled every now and then when something smelled good.
Without any sort of supernatural senses, Stiles doesn't hear Derek come in, and he glances over his shoulder at the remark from where he's arm deep in chopped vegetables. So maybe this wasn't the most, uh, kosher solution, but Talia seemed happy with it. ]
Don't knock it till you try it, wolfman, it's like magic.
Edited (s where did you come from) 2013-05-30 00:50 (UTC)
Clearly.
[ The fact Stiles can get away with having Talia in any of his classes is an impressive feat, though there's a myriad of bullshit reasons he could've given to excuse the fact he had the equivalent of a toddler gnawing on his shoelaces during his lectures. It's interesting that it's more excusable for him to bring her with him to the police station than it is for Stiles to bring her to a college campus, but he doesn't quite question it since he has a decent amount of sway as a high ranked deputy.
Approaching from the entryway of the kitchen, he brings his hands up to rub his fingers into the soft scruff of fur around the pup's face, bowing his head forward to butt it into hers. ]
I'm sorry, Talulla. I promise I won't let him bring out the embarrassing baby pictures too often.
[ He fans his hands, offering her a rumble in question as to whether she wants to be brought out of the carrier or not.
The fact that the image of Stiles in his kitchen, with their wolf pup, warms his heart is something he should worry about. Ever since he and Stiles met, things had grown between them. There was no denying that, regardless of how much they wanted to try, they were something. Maybe there wasn't actually any romantic connotations to their alpha-second relationship, but it wasn't as if he was oblivious of the potential for them.
Long story short, Derek has been aware of Stiles' crush for years now. Except Stiles has his entire life ahead of him, and even with the fact that as second, him leaving would probably have a heavy impact on the pack... Well, he deserves a lot better than him. Even if a great part of the alpha is incredibly selfish and judging, always assessing anyone that even comes near Stiles when they're out.
He should really nut up or shut up.
Straightening up behind him, he noses at the back of his head in greeting and to emphasize his teasing. ]
[ The fact Stiles can get away with having Talia in any of his classes is an impressive feat, though there's a myriad of bullshit reasons he could've given to excuse the fact he had the equivalent of a toddler gnawing on his shoelaces during his lectures. It's interesting that it's more excusable for him to bring her with him to the police station than it is for Stiles to bring her to a college campus, but he doesn't quite question it since he has a decent amount of sway as a high ranked deputy.
Approaching from the entryway of the kitchen, he brings his hands up to rub his fingers into the soft scruff of fur around the pup's face, bowing his head forward to butt it into hers. ]
I'm sorry, Talulla. I promise I won't let him bring out the embarrassing baby pictures too often.
[ He fans his hands, offering her a rumble in question as to whether she wants to be brought out of the carrier or not.
The fact that the image of Stiles in his kitchen, with their wolf pup, warms his heart is something he should worry about. Ever since he and Stiles met, things had grown between them. There was no denying that, regardless of how much they wanted to try, they were something. Maybe there wasn't actually any romantic connotations to their alpha-second relationship, but it wasn't as if he was oblivious of the potential for them.
Long story short, Derek has been aware of Stiles' crush for years now. Except Stiles has his entire life ahead of him, and even with the fact that as second, him leaving would probably have a heavy impact on the pack... Well, he deserves a lot better than him. Even if a great part of the alpha is incredibly selfish and judging, always assessing anyone that even comes near Stiles when they're out.
He should really nut up or shut up.
Straightening up behind him, he noses at the back of his head in greeting and to emphasize his teasing. ]
[ Talia responds to Derek with a cheerful noise of her own, yipping and rubbing her face into his hands--her tail wags against Stiles' lower back, and she wiggles a little more, like she's trying to wag with the force of her entire body, because papa's home.
Stiles just shifts backwards a little to try to make it easy for Derek to pull her out. It's kind of stupid but it worked, okay, even if the fact that it was a little stupid made his ears turn red. He returns his attention to the peppers he's chopping, holding the edge down with the heel of his hand, right as Derek's nose comes up against his hair.
Christ.
It's really hard to not think of things as What Could Be instead of what actually was. They were sharing the same bed, taking care of a kid together, living in the same house. It was domestic as hell, and yet they were just...well. They were just Derek and Stiles, like they'd always been. And Stiles had to learn to be okay with that sooner or later. For now his heartbeat would just quadruple every time something like this happened--and he wouldn't exactly walk away from leaning into it, just a little, like it could be construed as helping him get to Talia instead of enjoying the close contact. ]
Quit judging me, I can actually hear it without you saying anything. [ It's in the eyebrows. ] I'll show off every baby picture I want, considering most people'll see her as my dog before a kid.
Stiles just shifts backwards a little to try to make it easy for Derek to pull her out. It's kind of stupid but it worked, okay, even if the fact that it was a little stupid made his ears turn red. He returns his attention to the peppers he's chopping, holding the edge down with the heel of his hand, right as Derek's nose comes up against his hair.
Christ.
It's really hard to not think of things as What Could Be instead of what actually was. They were sharing the same bed, taking care of a kid together, living in the same house. It was domestic as hell, and yet they were just...well. They were just Derek and Stiles, like they'd always been. And Stiles had to learn to be okay with that sooner or later. For now his heartbeat would just quadruple every time something like this happened--and he wouldn't exactly walk away from leaning into it, just a little, like it could be construed as helping him get to Talia instead of enjoying the close contact. ]
Quit judging me, I can actually hear it without you saying anything. [ It's in the eyebrows. ] I'll show off every baby picture I want, considering most people'll see her as my dog before a kid.
I have no idea what you're talking about. [ Retrieving his pup from the carrier, Derek growls low and rubs his face into her belly as he comes around to stand at Stiles' shoulder. He's definitely pretending to not hear the way his heart jackrabbits harder, and instead focuses on the little wolf that's... well, currently stuck as a little wolf. ] Most people, true.
[ Some days, he really thinks he should just crowd Stiles up against the counter, pin him to a wall like he used to, just something and kiss him. Because they've already been working together for a good six years, been the leaders of the pack and done much of this already. The pack was made up of children in the bodies of grown adults, they'd slept in the same bed together more than once, and this was...
Well, it was right.
And every morning he wakes up with Stiles and Talia, he wonders when things started to go right for him. The slow build has been there for some time now, but it's been coupled with having to trudge slow and steady through a slew of shit. Hunters, true monsters, rival packs. And, now, they've come to this. ]
How was school? [ It comes muffled from Talia's fur, as he continues his playful greeting, ignoring the fact that his uniform is going to be covered in puppy fluff by the time he sets her down. ]
[ Some days, he really thinks he should just crowd Stiles up against the counter, pin him to a wall like he used to, just something and kiss him. Because they've already been working together for a good six years, been the leaders of the pack and done much of this already. The pack was made up of children in the bodies of grown adults, they'd slept in the same bed together more than once, and this was...
Well, it was right.
And every morning he wakes up with Stiles and Talia, he wonders when things started to go right for him. The slow build has been there for some time now, but it's been coupled with having to trudge slow and steady through a slew of shit. Hunters, true monsters, rival packs. And, now, they've come to this. ]
How was school? [ It comes muffled from Talia's fur, as he continues his playful greeting, ignoring the fact that his uniform is going to be covered in puppy fluff by the time he sets her down. ]
Not that any of my friends are most people. [ At the relief of weight from his back, he rolls his shoulders, hunching over and then stretching before returning to his chopping. This is seriously sickeningly domestic, and the fact that it's actually his life is kind of ridiculous. It's just the fact that there's no actual domesticity going on behind it that makes it actually believable that this farce is Stiles' life.
The other night, he'd woken up with his arm slung across Derek's chest, Talia curled up in between them, and stared at the ceiling wondering what would change if he just said something. If he stopped being a coward.
But, and he'd tell himself this a million times, every time they got in a stupid argument and he wanted to kiss the damn smirk off his face, that Derek, after all the crap that was Kate Argent, deserved someone who wasn't manic and mediocre. Derek Hale, after everything bad that ever happened to him, deserved someone special.
He watches Talia squirm with delight and bat at Derek with her paws for a minute, half quirked grin on his face, and returns to chopping, making a dramatic noise. ] Talia has more friends than I do, what else is new. The girl next to me in Ab Psych literally has never spoken a word to me and now she's asking if she can hold Tali and asking me how my day's going.
The other night, he'd woken up with his arm slung across Derek's chest, Talia curled up in between them, and stared at the ceiling wondering what would change if he just said something. If he stopped being a coward.
But, and he'd tell himself this a million times, every time they got in a stupid argument and he wanted to kiss the damn smirk off his face, that Derek, after all the crap that was Kate Argent, deserved someone who wasn't manic and mediocre. Derek Hale, after everything bad that ever happened to him, deserved someone special.
He watches Talia squirm with delight and bat at Derek with her paws for a minute, half quirked grin on his face, and returns to chopping, making a dramatic noise. ] Talia has more friends than I do, what else is new. The girl next to me in Ab Psych literally has never spoken a word to me and now she's asking if she can hold Tali and asking me how my day's going.
[ Funny, how Stiles doesn't realize he is that someone special. Has been for years. It takes a certain someone, to be able to make the fire burning under his skin fade, the smoke in his lungs clear. And every time Stiles is with him, he's not breathing in ash anymore. Every time they sleep in the same bed, the nightmares are held a little more at bay, and they're taken away when they do manage to slip through. ]
No, the people we surround ourselves with are definitely not most people.
[ He blows a raspberry into Talia's pudgy pup belly, before he finally lowers her and rubs his face against the top of her head. Cheek pressed between her ears, he lifts his eyes to look at Stiles again, nestling the little bundle of energy and fur in the crook of one arm. Watching Stiles work-- cooking, typing, going through evidence he brings home, plotting maps and charts-- is always something he enjoys doing.
There's a routine to it, easy and obvious from years and years of doing it. For the longest time, his routine was barren, charred at the corners. But with his pack, with Talia, with Stiles, it's grown into something better.
He chuckles, soft and quiet, and shrugs his shoulders loosely before he reaches with the hand not supporting Talia to start undoing the straps about Stiles' own shoulders. ]
Man with a baby, who can resist. Even if she's stuck covered in fur right now.
No, the people we surround ourselves with are definitely not most people.
[ He blows a raspberry into Talia's pudgy pup belly, before he finally lowers her and rubs his face against the top of her head. Cheek pressed between her ears, he lifts his eyes to look at Stiles again, nestling the little bundle of energy and fur in the crook of one arm. Watching Stiles work-- cooking, typing, going through evidence he brings home, plotting maps and charts-- is always something he enjoys doing.
There's a routine to it, easy and obvious from years and years of doing it. For the longest time, his routine was barren, charred at the corners. But with his pack, with Talia, with Stiles, it's grown into something better.
He chuckles, soft and quiet, and shrugs his shoulders loosely before he reaches with the hand not supporting Talia to start undoing the straps about Stiles' own shoulders. ]
Man with a baby, who can resist. Even if she's stuck covered in fur right now.
One of them used to be a lizard. [ Smiling down into the peppers, he finishes up the last slice and pushes them to the side, methodically reaching for a second one and starting. His mom had always taught him how things went in routines--how even as he got older, the only thing that ever kept his attention were things that required every single ounce of it.
And maybe that was part of why Derek was so fascinating for him--that he'd stolen his attention from that very first day in the forest and kept it, a constant orbit in his life of mild irritation coupled with begrudging affection that had grown into so much more. He was constantly there, in the back of his mind, in his peripherial; Stiles liked to joke that he was the king of the Lurk but it was more true than he could even really admit.
He glances up and catches Derek's eyes for a second, the way his cheek's resting on Talia's head, and it's absurdly attractive. He's gotten to know this side of him just as well as he has the abrasive one, the hazel and green and gold compared to bloody alpha red. It makes him look away again, as Talia basically whines a squeal and licks his face the minute she gets free, butting her head excitedly against Derek's cheek and rubbing up against him like he's the greatest thing in her life.
Which, to be fair, he kind of is. For them both. ]
She's a total chick magnet. Maybe year 20 will be the end of the Stiles Is A Virgin Forever Epoch.
And maybe that was part of why Derek was so fascinating for him--that he'd stolen his attention from that very first day in the forest and kept it, a constant orbit in his life of mild irritation coupled with begrudging affection that had grown into so much more. He was constantly there, in the back of his mind, in his peripherial; Stiles liked to joke that he was the king of the Lurk but it was more true than he could even really admit.
He glances up and catches Derek's eyes for a second, the way his cheek's resting on Talia's head, and it's absurdly attractive. He's gotten to know this side of him just as well as he has the abrasive one, the hazel and green and gold compared to bloody alpha red. It makes him look away again, as Talia basically whines a squeal and licks his face the minute she gets free, butting her head excitedly against Derek's cheek and rubbing up against him like he's the greatest thing in her life.
Which, to be fair, he kind of is. For them both. ]
She's a total chick magnet. Maybe year 20 will be the end of the Stiles Is A Virgin Forever Epoch.
Almost all of them spend a good chunk of their time as wolves. [ Funny, how often similarities cropped up in their lives. At first, Stiles had simply been an annoyance that thought he knew everything, when really he was only getting bits and pieces. But slowly, over time, Derek had started to realize just how much they wound up crossing paths, and how often Stiles had his complete attention. He even started to enter his peripheral when he wasn't there, and it was...
At first, worrisome and annoying. But then it'd become the norm, and he missed him when he wasn't there. Missed him more than he'd ever care to admit, though it was obvious if you just knew where to look when it came to the alpha of Beacon Hills.
But the moment he had warm amber in his sights, things were just at ease again.
Quirking both eyebrows up, but squinting an eye shut as Talia starts to butt and lick at him, chuffing loudly and mock-wrestling with her. It's easy and carefree, and that's pretty new, too. But he wouldn't trade it for anything, not in a million years. Kissing her face, somewhat noisily, in retribution for the licks to his face, he shrugs again. ]
Funny how the virgin trope goes both ways in fiction. The virgin lives, but then you have the virginal sacrifice. [ He's really, really not going to think about Stiles losing his virginity. He'll hate himself even more than usual if he does. ]
At first, worrisome and annoying. But then it'd become the norm, and he missed him when he wasn't there. Missed him more than he'd ever care to admit, though it was obvious if you just knew where to look when it came to the alpha of Beacon Hills.
But the moment he had warm amber in his sights, things were just at ease again.
Quirking both eyebrows up, but squinting an eye shut as Talia starts to butt and lick at him, chuffing loudly and mock-wrestling with her. It's easy and carefree, and that's pretty new, too. But he wouldn't trade it for anything, not in a million years. Kissing her face, somewhat noisily, in retribution for the licks to his face, he shrugs again. ]
Funny how the virgin trope goes both ways in fiction. The virgin lives, but then you have the virginal sacrifice. [ He's really, really not going to think about Stiles losing his virginity. He'll hate himself even more than usual if he does. ]
One of them constantly. [ That comes out affectionately, and he lifts a hand to scratch Talia between the ears--she nips at his fingers playfully and returns to wrestling with Derek, her literal favorite game in the entire world.
Stiles was--probably more than anyone--really guilty of insulting Derek's poor life decisions and bad leadership skills, but he'd absolutely risen to the occasion. In fact, he had since they first met, and Talia was just an output for what was a surprisingly amazing father and an excellent role model. He'd grown into an incredible person, someone Stiles admired, someone he was kind of also a little in love with, but you know, details.
Turning his attention back to the vegetables, he snorts, trying not to focus too much on the frankly precious sight in front of him. ]
Right? I think I'm actually willing to take the hits that might come from losing that status. I'm going to become a legend in Beacon Hills otherwise. Tourists'll pay money to see Stiles Stilinski, the Eternal Virgin. [ This is a weird conversation to be having with someone who you'd be totally down with losing it to, so maybe something new. ] Your day any better?
Stiles was--probably more than anyone--really guilty of insulting Derek's poor life decisions and bad leadership skills, but he'd absolutely risen to the occasion. In fact, he had since they first met, and Talia was just an output for what was a surprisingly amazing father and an excellent role model. He'd grown into an incredible person, someone Stiles admired, someone he was kind of also a little in love with, but you know, details.
Turning his attention back to the vegetables, he snorts, trying not to focus too much on the frankly precious sight in front of him. ]
Right? I think I'm actually willing to take the hits that might come from losing that status. I'm going to become a legend in Beacon Hills otherwise. Tourists'll pay money to see Stiles Stilinski, the Eternal Virgin. [ This is a weird conversation to be having with someone who you'd be totally down with losing it to, so maybe something new. ] Your day any better?
She'll get there eventually. Won't you, baby girl? [ Derek asks this as he turns Talia upside-down, holding her like that calmly and letting her squirm and wriggle and try to bite at him to her heart's content. He'll right her again in a moment.
Details. To be fair, Stiles (along with the rest of the pack) were responsible for his development. A lot of people would say that Stiles constantly belittling his decisions and bad leadership skills probably didn't help in the longrun, and while they were mostly grating on his nerves and further guilt inducing on top of every other damn thing that cropped up in his life... well, it was a reminder of what he needed to do better.
And he did start to do better. Has been doing better for some time now. ]
Mm. [ He's more than happy to take the subject change, too, considering he's a someone that would be "totally down" with helping him lose it. ] Well, no one's died yet today. I think I can count a boring day at the station for a win.
Details. To be fair, Stiles (along with the rest of the pack) were responsible for his development. A lot of people would say that Stiles constantly belittling his decisions and bad leadership skills probably didn't help in the longrun, and while they were mostly grating on his nerves and further guilt inducing on top of every other damn thing that cropped up in his life... well, it was a reminder of what he needed to do better.
And he did start to do better. Has been doing better for some time now. ]
Mm. [ He's more than happy to take the subject change, too, considering he's a someone that would be "totally down" with helping him lose it. ] Well, no one's died yet today. I think I can count a boring day at the station for a win.
[ 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.
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.
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.
[ Wait. ] I mean, that's awful, shame on you.
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.
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. ]
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. ]
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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