[ 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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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. ]