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“How long have you been standing there?“–
“How long have you been standing there?” Boyd asks, cheeks flaming hot not only from exertion. He might have gotten a little bit into the song, but it’s catchy, okay? His body moved on its own!
Stiles grins at him from the entrance to the kitchen, hip cocked agaist the doorway and arms crossed in front of his chest – the embodiment of the cat who got not only the canary, but also the cream.
“Long enough to get a decent amount of footage,” Stiles shamelessly admits.
The song on the radio changes then, from Uptown Funk that Boyd was enthusiastically putting dinner together to, to Maroon 5’s Sugar. Stiles’ eyes seem to sparkle at that and he glides right up to Boyd, hands settling at Boyd’s hips. “And gain a new appreciation of these.”
Boyd snorts at that, still blushing but for a different reason now. He reaches out and lowers the flame under the sauce then wraps his arms loosely around Stiles’ neck.
“Well, my hips definitely don’t lie.”
He delights in the way his words make Stiles laugh and mess up the steps as they try to dance along to the tune.
sweet, domestic Stoyd is my absolute favourite and this is so perfect, Mar! I love it so much, oh my gosh ❤
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