[ He allows himself to be pulled forwards easily, closing the space between them and glancing to the side for just a second, eyeing the band and grinning like a freakin' moron, because that seriously just happened. He needs to text Scott a picture as soon as possible, but right now, he doesn't care. Maybe tomorrow.
Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
[ At some point, they're going to have to head upstairs to join Laura and John in their celebration for the occasion. That "some point" likely won't come until tomorrow, because right now Derek is perfectly content to ignore the rest of the world in favor of starting the 'til death do us part early. Because Stiles is vibrant and warm and his, and he's Stiles'. And it's really hitting him now that the band is there, on Stiles' hand and pressed to his own now.
Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
[ A small, disgruntled noise leaves him as Stiles pulls back from the kiss, but Derek lets him rather than fight it. Raising an eyebrow as he watches him, he can't help but roll his eyes when he spots what he's doing. Of course he's pulling up instagram, why is he not surprised.
But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]
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Right now Derek's in front of him, looking happy and that's the kind of sight Stiles treasures, wants to take pictures of so he never has to forget what it looks like. He turns his hand easily in Derek's palm so their fingers are laced together, getting used to the weight on his fingers and giving a little squeeze. He lets out a laugh that's not quiet, having to tilt his head back for a minute and let it go, then beams as he returns the nose bump afterwards. ] What was it you said, just don't eat anything Mrs. Westmore feeds you?
[ And then, he lets go of Derek's hand, only to fist his in the front of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss, and murmur against his mouth: ] I love you too.
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Letting out a softer laugh in response to Stiles' bright one, he watches him even as he tilts his head back, his other hand slipping up the shape of his waist to curl against skin under all those layers. It's just absent, seeking out soft warmth, but it just eases away more of his always lingering tension. ] Never eat Mrs. Westmore's food.
[ When his hand is freed, he moves it to join the other, leaning into the kiss with absolutely no resistance. Instead of responding with words, he just lets his mouth quirk even more at the corners. ]
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[ Midkiss, Stiles seems to realize something. Go figure it's when things are starting to get good--he's just opened up a little into the kiss, trying to resist every urge to completely melt against his mouth, but it's important.
Pulling away from the kiss, he fidgets around in the pockets of his pants, jiggling from left to right before finagling out his phone. There's a couple of seconds of tapping before he pauses and brings up a familiar page--his instagram. Stiles grins at him and holds the phone way out, selfie style, leaning into Derek's side and holding up their intertwined hands so the ring is showing.
It takes a little bit of maneuvering, but eventually, he gets Derek to press the button for him, and the minute he does, he leans forward and steals a kiss from him. ]
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But he just leans in close to him as he pulls it up, arranging them into a workable position with their strange placement. They're holding hands but they need to click the selfie button, and while they could take a timer shot that would still take five seconds too long. So he adjusts, accommodates, and does in fact reach up to take the picture.
Of course that's when Stiles kisses him again, and he leans into it the moment that he takes the picture, smile curling across his face easily as he squeezes his hand. ]