[ Though he rolls his eyes at him, he still meets him in the kiss, fingers curling where they rest near his neck and even moreso at his coat. That warmth in his chest sparks again, and Derek will not deny that the flavor of cocoa is only an added bonus to this entire moment. Stiles tastes like his own spices, and it's more than a little addicting; if he can actually stop at two kisses, he will be amazed with himself.
But the moment won't last forever, and it's not even that dull hum of loss that always follows him around that brings the realization on him. As he kisses Stiles, thinks about how far they've come since their first meeting, he thinks to tell his mother thank you for actually listening to Peter for once-- a thought he will not admit to having-- and then remembers.
For as far as they've come, they have a ways to go. He'd laugh at Stiles muttering, but he pulls back a little from the kiss and pinches his eyes closed with a soft groan that peters into a laugh. ] We're so late to dinner.
[ He's eager to chase the kiss once Derek comes to him--Stiles kisses like he's having a conversation, another form of communication he can try and push his way through, and it's easy for him to get lost in it, lift his arms up and wrap them around his shoulders--
And that's where Derek pulls away. He blinks once, stares at him, then laughs too, dropping his head between them and lifting it up again, only to raise his eyebrows at him, teasing. ] Sooo, are you gonna get in trouble for that one, too? Despite it being my fault.
[ Reluctantly, he untangles himself from his scarf and bends down to pick up the cup where he'd dropped it. Oops. ]
[ If he wouldn't face the retribution of Talia Hale for being any later than they already are, Derek would just wrap his arms around Stiles and hold him there, follow their dialogue from bickering to kissing just as seamlessly. But as it is, he's just as reluctant to separate from Stiles, even as he keeps contact with him by touching his gloved fingers to the curve of his spine for a moment. ]
Maybe. I don't know, it depends on how merciful she'll be. [ When he straightens, his hand slides up to the back of Stiles' neck and he leans in to kiss him again. They really do need to leave, and make their way to the estate, but he just wants to keep touching Stiles while he still can.
Because the moment they get back home, he's going to have to share Stiles with everyone else. Tuck away this moment for later, when they're free from pretense and responsibilities. ]
Mmmph. [ He was going to speak up again, but Derek muffles it in a kiss again, and Stiles pauses and lets his thoughts dribble out of his ears, returning it a little longer than he probably should. Eventually--and it really is an eventually, coupled with two shorter kisses, he pulls himself back up into the sled and sits down, flashing him a warm, affectionate smile and settling with the burner near his feet again.
He pulls the furs up around his shoulders but holds them open for Derek, too, mouth turning into a lopsided grin as he taps the spot beside him gently. ] For the record, you dragged me into this.
[ Talia's mantra repeats in his head again--keep my son happy. Stiles is pretty sure they'll be fine. ]
[ Smile quirking a little more in response to Stiles' forced silence in the face of the kiss, Derek chases each of the shorter kisses, before he lets the human pull away from him. He really, really doesn't want to, but they do need to leave and at the very least he'd like to bundle Stiles up again against the cold. Looking up at him from where he stands outside the sled, something fond crosses his expression, but it's a farcry from the fond exasperation he usually shoots his way.
He pulls himself up into the sleigh with him, shifting into the furs right next to him with a soft chuff of a laugh. ] Yes, blame it all on me.
[ Still, he raises an arm to open up space for Stiles to fill, as he reaches for the reins again, oblivious. ]
I always do, your highness. [ He shoots him a mischievous smile in response, but perks up noticeably the minute Derek clambers in beside him, until their thighs are touching. Stiles lifts up the furs to make room and curls into the space immediately, dropping his cheek on his chest and getting comfortable.
Too bad Derek has to drive. ]
If we end up later because of any unplanned stops again then I'll definitely blame those on you too. [ He taps his chest once in confirmation. Yep. ]
[ Letting Stiles get comfortable, he squeezes his arm around his shoulders as he gives him a dry look in response to his words. Normally he can just pass off people calling him by his titles, but when it's Stiles, Derek can't help but be put off by it. Even when he's just being a brat about it, Stiles is different. ]
Of course you will. [ He adjusts the furs around them both, ensuring that his supernatural body heat and the burner will keep his poor human warm. ] You're making me out to be the Hale problem child.
[ Still, he bows his head and kisses the top of his head as he urges the horses forward again. ]
I tend to have that effect on people. [ That comes out wryly, because it's absolutely true--Stiles does often have that effect on people. See: his best friend, Scott back home. His smile's nothing but affectionate thought, as he finds the cage of warmth in the furs and with Derek at his side, feels the kiss to his head. It's kinda nice.
They're in huge trouble, but this was completely, absolutely worth it. ] Besides, let's be real here, your mom loves me. I'm the favorite.
As I've begun to notice. [ Lifting his head up to rest his chin on the top of Stiles' head, Derek lets a faint rumble roll through his barrel chest as he carefully urges the horses to speed up a little. They need to get back to the estate before his mother sends someone out to find them, and they really don't want that to happen. Because his mother wouldn't be in the least bit merciful if she was forced into that situation. Still, he wouldn't let Stiles get in trouble for it.
Laughing something soft, he rubs his chin a little in wolfish affection against Stiles' hair. ] You are. Maybe you can talk her into being easy on me.
[ okay, scratch kind of nice. this is perfect. if stiles ignores peter breathing down his neck, he could pretend everything was just right. but this whole fantasy of humans and werewolves was delusional, and the realist part of him knew it was, knew it had to be.
(still, he's pretty content to live in delusion a little while longer.) stiles winks, holding up a finger and speaking very matter of factly. ] Delinquency is a gift, you know. We're the ones who know how to cause the most trouble and get in the least.
[ of course, then the cold hits again and he buries his hands back in the furs; in doing so, he ends up just dropping one to rest comfortably on derek's ridiculously warm thigh instead, still curled up against him like a little human burr. ] Done. I'll just let her know it's your fault, but I guided you to the light.
Except you're constantly getting into trouble. Just not with my mother, or at least not in a way that she finds problematic. [ Which just says something about Talia Hale, he thinks, and her stance on people important to her children. At least the ones that mean no harm, though Derek tries not to let that bitter thought linger with him for long. Not when Stiles is a warm burr attached to him.
The hand on his thigh hardly bothers him, and he just tilts his head a little against the top of Stiles', letting out a soft hum in response. How he got so stupidly charmed by Stiles, he's never going to figure out, but it happened and here they are. ]
Thanks, I appreciate it. [ Tone dry, he keeps his face angled so that his smile doesn't show. ]
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But the moment won't last forever, and it's not even that dull hum of loss that always follows him around that brings the realization on him. As he kisses Stiles, thinks about how far they've come since their first meeting, he thinks to tell his mother thank you for actually listening to Peter for once-- a thought he will not admit to having-- and then remembers.
For as far as they've come, they have a ways to go. He'd laugh at Stiles muttering, but he pulls back a little from the kiss and pinches his eyes closed with a soft groan that peters into a laugh. ] We're so late to dinner.
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And that's where Derek pulls away. He blinks once, stares at him, then laughs too, dropping his head between them and lifting it up again, only to raise his eyebrows at him, teasing. ] Sooo, are you gonna get in trouble for that one, too? Despite it being my fault.
[ Reluctantly, he untangles himself from his scarf and bends down to pick up the cup where he'd dropped it. Oops. ]
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Maybe. I don't know, it depends on how merciful she'll be. [ When he straightens, his hand slides up to the back of Stiles' neck and he leans in to kiss him again. They really do need to leave, and make their way to the estate, but he just wants to keep touching Stiles while he still can.
Because the moment they get back home, he's going to have to share Stiles with everyone else. Tuck away this moment for later, when they're free from pretense and responsibilities. ]
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He pulls the furs up around his shoulders but holds them open for Derek, too, mouth turning into a lopsided grin as he taps the spot beside him gently. ] For the record, you dragged me into this.
[ Talia's mantra repeats in his head again--keep my son happy. Stiles is pretty sure they'll be fine. ]
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He pulls himself up into the sleigh with him, shifting into the furs right next to him with a soft chuff of a laugh. ] Yes, blame it all on me.
[ Still, he raises an arm to open up space for Stiles to fill, as he reaches for the reins again, oblivious. ]
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Too bad Derek has to drive. ]
If we end up later because of any unplanned stops again then I'll definitely blame those on you too. [ He taps his chest once in confirmation. Yep. ]
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Of course you will. [ He adjusts the furs around them both, ensuring that his supernatural body heat and the burner will keep his poor human warm. ] You're making me out to be the Hale problem child.
[ Still, he bows his head and kisses the top of his head as he urges the horses forward again. ]
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They're in huge trouble, but this was completely, absolutely worth it. ] Besides, let's be real here, your mom loves me. I'm the favorite.
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Laughing something soft, he rubs his chin a little in wolfish affection against Stiles' hair. ] You are. Maybe you can talk her into being easy on me.
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(still, he's pretty content to live in delusion a little while longer.) stiles winks, holding up a finger and speaking very matter of factly. ] Delinquency is a gift, you know. We're the ones who know how to cause the most trouble and get in the least.
[ of course, then the cold hits again and he buries his hands back in the furs; in doing so, he ends up just dropping one to rest comfortably on derek's ridiculously warm thigh instead, still curled up against him like a little human burr. ] Done. I'll just let her know it's your fault, but I guided you to the light.
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The hand on his thigh hardly bothers him, and he just tilts his head a little against the top of Stiles', letting out a soft hum in response. How he got so stupidly charmed by Stiles, he's never going to figure out, but it happened and here they are. ]
Thanks, I appreciate it. [ Tone dry, he keeps his face angled so that his smile doesn't show. ]