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Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 423
Canon Universe, Pre-Slash
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(This fic is brought to you by this picture of Hoechlin)

‘Derek’s here!’ Scott yells, jumping off
the couching and running to the door, reaching it just as Derek knocks.

Stiles tries to chew his burger a little
faster. He really needs to learn to take smaller bites, because now Derek’s
going to see him for the first time in a year and he’s going to look like a
hamster. He glares at Lydia when he catches her looking at him with a knowing
expression. He brushes the crumbs off his shirt and jeans, making a mental note
to vacuum when everyone’s gone, looks up and promptly stops breathing.

Derek looks good. He looks really good, with a soft looking knitted
sweater, his hair free of product and a little longer, and his face relaxed. He
still has a stubble, but in combination with the rest of his looks it gives of
more of lazy than a serial killer vibe.

When Stiles finally starts breathing
again, it’s to choke on his food, since he still hadn’t managed swallow it. He
doubles over, trying to get a piece of bread that’s stuck in his throat out,
but there’s no way he’s going to make it without spitting out the rest of the
food. He high-tails it to the kitchen and coughs the last of his burger into
the sink. What a waste.

He grabs a glass of water, takes a big
gulp, then breathes in deeply.

‘You okay there?’

Stiles almost drops his glass in shock.

‘Dude!’ he says, turning around to glare
at Derek. It’s better than jumping him and checking if Derek’s hair and sweater
feel as soft as they look, which is what Stiles really wants to do. ‘Make a
noise so us humans don’t get heart attacks.’

Derek chuckles, low and relaxed, and
something warm explodes in Stiles’ chest.

‘I bet that wasn’t the welcome you were
expecting, huh?’ he says, thumping Derek lightly in the shoulder. Yep, the
sweater is really that soft.

‘No, that was pretty much how I expected
it to go,’ Derek grins.

‘Ha. Ha. Mr Sourwolf’s learned how to
make jokes.’

‘I took a course.’

Stiles rolls his eyes at Derek’s serious
face, then bursts out laughing. ‘That was terrible!’

‘Got you laughing, though. So I’d say it
was a success.’

Stiles can’t take it any longer and
wraps his arms around Derek. He thinks he’s messed up when Derek doesn’t move,
but then Derek is pulling Stiles flush against his body.

‘I’m glad you’re back,’ Stiles mumbles
against the soft fabric Derek’s sweater.

‘Me, too.’