It does! ❤
Stiles stands in the doorway of the loft, mouth agape because…that’s Derek Hale. Signing. Disney songs. To children.
It isn’t that Stiles hadn’t believed Derek when he said he could handle a couple of kids for a few hours while Stiles and Scott went on a rescue mission to get their parents back- fucking fairies- but he hadn’t expected, well, for him to be good with kids. Stiles has always just assumed Derek had been the “cool” older brother, or the “hug me in public and you die” younger type. But nope. Derek’s leather wearing street cred is now no longer as the words to The Bare Necessities echo throughout the room.
It’s cute and totally unfair. Stiles has been trying to supress his feelings for Derek since he was sixteen and this right here is the opposite of helpful. Especially when Derek scoops both kids up and onto his shoulders and starts- oh my god, he can dance too? Part of Stiles wants to laugh, because Derek Sourwolf Hale is dancing and singing like your regualar Disney princess- except Derek is totally hotter- but he doesn’t dare make a sound, loathe to ruin the moment.
“The bees are buzzing in the trees to make some honey just for me,” Derek sings, spinning around and grinning, the kids laughing above him as they cling tightly to his broad shoulders and squeal happily. Stiles curses himself for thinking how good a dad Derek would make one day at the image. Curses himself even more for imagining being by Derek’s side if that were ever to happen.
He’s so busy daydreaming he doesn’t even realise his cover is blown until his arms are full of flailing limbs, the room filling up with words like Stiles and Derek is sooooo cool. Don’t you think Derek is cool, Stiles?
Stiles grins and looks up at Derek then, heart jumping in his throat at the picture Derek makes. His smile hasn’t faded and he’s looking at Stiles like he can’t take his eyes off of him. It takes Stiles a moment to realise he’s stopped breathing.
“You’re pretty cool too, Stiles,” the little girl, Stephanie, says, blushing a little. Stiles does his best to supress a laugh and scoops her up in his arms, making his way over to Derek who’s picked up Parker again because she’s being carried!!!
“Did you find them?” Derek asks. Stiles nods.
“They’re at the hospital being checked over. Melissa said they were fine.”
“Does this mean we have to go home?” Stephanie pouts, eyes suddenly wide. Parker voices his disapproval of that plan too, wrapping his little arms around Derek’s neck in a kind of death hold. Stiles can’t help but let out a giggle when Derek’s eyes momentarily bug out from being (lovingly) choked to death by a six year old, and tries desperately to remove him without breaking him.
“I was thinking some pizza is in order,” Stiles says, looking back at the kids. “Then you can go home. How about it?” Stephanie and Parker look at each other briefly before grinning and nodding.
“Do you and Derek get a pizza each?” Parker asks, tilting his head to the side like he’s assessing them.
“We can,” Stiles says, bemused. “Why?”
“Because mommy and daddy only get one pizza,” he says.
“That’s what married people do!” Stephanie adds. It’s Stiles’ turn to choke then and he feels himself blush, unable to look at Derek as he sets Stephanie down and watches as she takes off running after Parker declaring him the evil troll king!
“So,” Derek says, nudging Stiles’ arm. “Do you maybe…want to share a pizza?” And the way Derek says it…Stiles can’t not look up.
“You want to?” he swallows, trying to think of a way to make his heart stop racing like he knows it is, giving him away. Putting every feeling he has ever had out there for Derek to hear.
“Yeah,” Derek smiles, leaning in and taking Stiles’ hand. “I’ve wanted to share a pizza with you for years.”
Tag: drabble
Summary: Unfortunate circumstances lead to Derek having to cuddle with his ex.
***
“You’re too hot.”
“Hot damn.”
Derek rolled his eyes, shifting a little in the vain hope that the air would be cooler an inch to the right.
“Stiles, I mean it. Move over.”
Stiles huffed against his neck and tightened his grip around his waist. If Derek was anything but a werewolf, the pressure would’ve hurt; as it was, Derek was too focused on the way his fingers slipped in sweat-slick skin to notice the bare pinch agaist his side. Under normal circumstances, his body would’ve been very interested in that, but at the moment, he didn’t have the energy.
It was too damn hot.
“Stiles, I’m serious.”
This time, Stiles lifted his head far enough off Derek’s chest to glare.
“Look, buddy. I don’t like it anymore than you do, but I will literally freeze to death if we separate, and you will literally burst into flames. You’re hella lucky that I’m basically a human ice cube right now.”
Derek glared back, even as he felt the sweat trickle down his skin.
“Because nothing says lucky like being in the vicinity when you piss off a weather god.”
Stiles shrugged, and he repositioned his hands a little higher on Derek’s skin.
“Hey, no one asked you to mount a rescue.” His face was mashed into Derek’s collarbone, seemingly in an effort to ignore everything else. Derek supposed it was more natural for Stiles to cuddle to conserve heat than it was for Derek to cuddle to cool down, but the logic didn’t help Derek’s instinctive urge to push him away, to find space. The truth was, the urge had been happening more and more over the past hour.
That’s what happened, though, when the whims of the supernatural made you cuddle with your ex.
Derek shifted again, although this time it had nothing to do with the way his body felt like it was roasting under a hot sun.
“Did you want some water?” Stiles asked quietly. “Dehydration is probably something we should be concerned about, even if you don’t become Derek: Extra Crispy Recipe.”
Derek sighed.
“Is everything a joke to you?”
“Well, one of us has to have a sense of humor.”
The remark hurt, which Stiles obviously knew, judging by the grimace Derek immediately felt against his shoulder.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it also wasn’t like Derek hadn’t heard it before. They’d both said a lot of things they shouldn’t have in their final hours as a couple, but Stiles had picked his barbs better. Derek swore he was still pulling them out, even months later.
“No, I mean—I shouldn’t have said that. Not now, not ever.” Stiles’s arms tightened a little more, and Derek almost felt a creak in his bones, a crack somewhere else. “I didn’t mean for it to get like that. I never wanted you to hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Stiles laughed, but there was little humor in it. He shivered, too, but Derek wasn’t sure if it was from the cold.
“Oh yeah? Because you’ve been avoiding me for months.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted.” He was pretty sure Stiles had used the words never come near me again, at least. Although, now that he thought about, he’d probably said something similar.
God, he was an idiot.
“You’re an idiot,” Stiles said, but for the first time in a long time, it didn’t sound like an insult. “Everyone has fights, okay, that’s what couples do, but that didn’t mean I wanted to ruin us.” He swallowed, the sound harsh in his throat. “I didn’t, did I?” The words came out sounding small, tentative, not like Stiles at all.
“No.” Derek didn’t think he could give any other answer. The minute Stiles had walked out the door, all he’d done was want him back. “I’ve missed you.”
Stiles breathed against him, the air forming frost on Derek’s skin that disappeared almost immediately.
“Likewise.”
They were silent for half a minute before Stiles spoke again.
“I feel like we should have make-up sex or something, man, but I’m too damn cold.”
Derek chuckled, just a little.
“Later then.” He pressed a kiss to Stiles’s forehead, and he was smiling while he did it.
Stiles squirmed against him, pliant and loose, and… Derek was still too hot.
“Not too much later, though. We have to get it out of the way before our next fight. Those are game rules; I’m putting them on the whiteboard in the kitchen.”
“Sure, Stiles. Whatever you say.”
***
END
A/N: Originally posted to the Sterek Secret Santa comm, at the following link:
http://stereksecretsanta.tumblr.com/post/135908705282/merry-christmas-everylineeverystory
shealwaysreads 