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Soft Sterek

“Mmm.” Stiles stretched languidly, feeling like a cat lying in the sun as he gradually woke to the warm light streaming into the loft through the wall of windows. The sun had already cleared the horizon; later than he usually woke up. He rolled over, pressing himself up against Derek’s back, draping his arm over the were to rest his hand over his heart. It was beating steadily, but too fast for Derek to be sleeping. Stiles doubted he’d gotten more than a few hours at most.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, lips brushing the hairs at the nape of Derek’s neck. Derek’s heartbeat sped up for a moment as he spoke, but Derek didn’t otherwise respond. Stiles was alright with that, though, he was used to it.

“Do you need anything?” Again no response. “Do you want to do anything today?”

“No,” came Derek’s soft reply several long seconds later, so quiet Stiles had to strain to hear him. The answer was unsurprising; Derek hadn’t wanted to do much of anything recently, leaving Stiles to take care of him. Make sure he ate a least a little, that he didn’t try to punish himself with his self-destructive ways, keeping the pack away knowing Derek couldn’t deal with all of them right now. Not when he was hurting so much.

“Do you want me to leave?” Derek didn’t always want Stiles around when he was like this, chasing him away in bouts of anger, like the wounded wolf he was. Stiles understood, as much as he hated to leave Derek alone, always glued to his phone in case the other contacted him.

Derek was nonverbal in his response again. He simply lifted one hand and placed it over Stiles’, holding it in place over his heart.

Stiles smiled, soft and a little sad, and held Derek close. “Alright big guy, I’ll be right here. We can spend the whole day in bed if you want, whatever you need,” Stiles said, pressing a kiss to Derek’s nape. He could feel more than hear Derek’s sigh of relief, and knew that today was not the day to mother hen the wolf the way Stiles did with his father. Stiles closed his eyes again and hummed softly, breath ghosting over Derek’s skin as he settled in for a lazy day of cuddling his wolf.

Eventually Derek relaxed, enough to turn and curl up into Stiles, face buried in his chest while Stiles combed soothing fingers through his messy hair, all while softly murmuring “I’ve got you,” and “it’s okay,” until Derek believed it.