Stiles, suited in SWAT gear, kicks down a door, moving meticulously into the room on high alert.
“What the fuck is going on?!” Derek growls, dropping the spatula and flicking off the stove as his claws sprout and fangs descend; eyes wildly searching for the potential threat.
Stiles trains his sights about the room as he moves, “Saving you.”
“From what?!” Derek spits out, full beta shift and ready to pounce.
“Loneliness,” Stiles smirks, holstering his weapon before locking it in the safe and tossing his bullet-proof vest on the coat hook by the door. Derek stares incredulously at him, fangs & claws retreating while his eyebrows slowly start to reappear as his heart rate returns to normal.
“Thought it’d be better than, ‘Honey, I’m home’,” Stiles shrugs.
“I married a moron.” Derek grunts as he backs his husband against the wall. He noses up his neck, inhaling his saccharine scent and exhales blissfully. Thoughts of ,‘He’s alive, he’s safe, he’s home,’ flood his heart and soul.
“But you’re paying for that door,” Derek rumbles as he nips roughly behind Stiles’ ear. “Again,” he continues to bite down his neck.
“We’re VIP at Home Depot by now. Always worth it,” Stiles moans as he wraps his arms and legs securely around Derek, basking in his strength and love.
“My name is Sh-tiles.”He tests it out. No, not
right. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!” He yells and then
promptly begins laughing. It’s a funny word. “My name is funny.”
He laughs again and looks around, he’s outside, yeah, he can see the
street. And he’s – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries to
stand up, fails.
Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he’s kind
of tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Where
can he get pizza?
“Stiles!” Someone screams.
Hey, it’s his name! “I’m Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” He
laughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I’m Stiles!”
“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He has
green eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.
“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind of
wants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”
The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take you
home first.”
“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stiles
leans his head against the guy’s shoulder, it’s warm. It’s definitely
nicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.”
He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.
–
He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes.
“Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off a
bed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for a
pillow and throws it at the guy’s head.
“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”
“I’m calm!” He answers. Wasn’t he calm? He’s calm! The calmest!
The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green.
“Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow.
“Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy’s face, but it’s
too far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs and
laughs.
“It’s raining,” Derek says, voice low and disappointed and almost apologetic because he’s ridiculous. Ridiculous.
“I know, isn’t it great?” Stiles says with a happy sigh.
They walk up over the gentle arch of the bridge over the little creek, arm-in-arm. The rain patters against the umbrella Derek’s holding over
their heads and makes round, musical sounds as it splashes into the
water below them.
“You hate when it rains like this,” Derek replies, frowning over at him. “I thought you’d be disappointed.”
Stiles
leans on his arm he has looped through Derek’s, brushing his lips past a
smooth-shaven cheek. It makes him smile, because Derek had insisted.
For the photos, he’d said. Just like how he’d insisted on bespoke suits,
and spending way too much money on champagne.
Champagne that’s now competing with happiness for most bubbly substance inside Stiles.
“Yeah, but you love
this weather. You love the way all the plants brighten up, the way
everything quiets down, the way the little animals huddle and cuddle in
their little bitty houses. So yeah, it’s great. You’re great. Everything
is great.”
Derek flashes him one of his rare, full-breadth
smiles, and Stiles knows, he just knows how stupidly happy he must look
in return but he doesn’t care. He gets so caught up in staring at
Derek’s face that when the bridge ends and the smooth path begins again,
he catches the edge of his dress-shoe and stumbles. If it weren’t for
the fact that his arm is looped solidly through Derek’s, he’d have gone
flying. As it is, he just ends up twisting around and stumbling into
Derek’s side.
Derek sighs heavily, casting his eyes skyward
theatrically in a move that facetiously expresses exasperation. It ends
up looking more like fondness.
“Shut up, you love me,” Stiles grumbles.
“Yep,” Derek says, looking stupid and smug and perfect.
Stiles
looks down to where Derek’s hand is wrapped around the umbrella handle.
It somehow has him smiling even wider. He wraps his hand around
Derek’s, slotting his fingers into the grooves between Derek’s knuckles
as they resume walking along the path through the serene and elegant
beauty of the Japanese gardens, stealing just a few minutes for
themselves while the others deal with… things. Scott’s frantic
explanation hadn’t made any sense, and Lydia had shoved them in the
direction of the Japanese gardens with orders not to return till
notified and Stiles couldn’t care less about whatever’s wrong because he
already has everything he needs.
“This is not the best day ever,” he announces decisively.
“No?” Derek asks, brows furrowed.
“It’s
the best day yet,” Stiles explains quickly, easing the lines starting
to form on Derek’s face. “I can’t say ever, though it feels like
nothing’s going to top this for a while, but the best part, the whole point of today is knowing someday, something
will. Maybe it’ll be something big, like when we christen our first
house. Maybe it’ll be just the most boring day ever and I’ll just be
watching you fall asleep while reading in front of our fireplace. Maybe
it’ll be every week. I don’t know. But I know it’s going to happen. So
no, I’m not going to say today is the best day of my life-“
“But it’s the best day yet,” Derek finishes for him with the softest smile, the one that makes Stiles’s heart ache
it’s so precious to him. “Better than anything I was able to imagine
for a long time. Till recently, anyway. Till you. And it’s just the
beginning.”
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, holding up his left hand so
that the light catches the smooth band around his fourth finger on his
left hand. He leans his head on his husband’s shoulder as they gaze at
it together. “Yeah.”
Sterek AU: Stiles loves to watch Derek come home from work every day wants to get his hands all over him before the first button is even opened but his gaze lingers a little more completely captivated not quite believing this beautiful man, his gorgeous husband is all his
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Teeny fic #9.
If the spirit moves you
Let me groove you good
Let your love come down
Oh, get it on, come on baby
Let’s Get it On by Marvin Gaye
Groove You Good.
Derek/Stiles. Teen.
Derek gets home after
a long week to find Stiles preparing a seduction
It’s been a really long week, and it’s only Wednesday.
Finals means extra tutorial sessions, and a stack of essays to grade for one
class, and a stack of short answer exams to grade for two others. Fortunately,
two intro classes work best with scantrons, so those are already graded and
filed. Regardless, Derek’s left hand is already cramped from all of the writing
he’s had to do, and he’s just grateful he’s ambidextrous so he can start using
the right hand to grade the exams.
Derek, I could promise to hold you and to cherish you. I could promise to be there in sickness and in health. I could say ’till death do us part. But I won’t. Those vows are for optimistic couples. The ones full of hope. And I do not stand here, on my wedding day, optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic, I am not hopeful. I am sure, I am steady, and I know. I am a heart man: So this, I am sure. You are my partner, my lover, my very best friend. My heart, my heart, beats for you. And on this day, the day of my wedding, I promise you this: I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hand. I promise you ME.”
“It’s raining,” Derek says, voice low and disappointed and almost apologetic because he’s ridiculous. Ridiculous.
“I know, isn’t it great?” Stiles says with a happy sigh.
They walk up over the gentle arch of the bridge over the little creek, arm-in-arm. The rain patters against the umbrella Derek’s holding over
their heads and makes round, musical sounds as it splashes into the
water below them.
“You hate when it rains like this,” Derek replies, frowning over at him. “I thought you’d be disappointed.”
Stiles
leans on his arm he has looped through Derek’s, brushing his lips past a
smooth-shaven cheek. It makes him smile, because Derek had insisted.
For the photos, he’d said. Just like how he’d insisted on bespoke suits,
and spending way too much money on champagne.
Champagne that’s now competing with happiness for most bubbly substance inside Stiles.
“Yeah, but you love
this weather. You love the way all the plants brighten up, the way
everything quiets down, the way the little animals huddle and cuddle in
their little bitty houses. So yeah, it’s great. You’re great. Everything
is great.”
Derek flashes him one of his rare, full-breadth
smiles, and Stiles knows, he just knows how stupidly happy he must look
in return but he doesn’t care. He gets so caught up in staring at
Derek’s face that when the bridge ends and the smooth path begins again,
he catches the edge of his dress-shoe and stumbles. If it weren’t for
the fact that his arm is looped solidly through Derek’s, he’d have gone
flying. As it is, he just ends up twisting around and stumbling into
Derek’s side.
Derek sighs heavily, casting his eyes skyward
theatrically in a move that facetiously expresses exasperation. It ends
up looking more like fondness.
“Shut up, you love me,” Stiles grumbles.
“Yep,” Derek says, looking stupid and smug and perfect.
Stiles
looks down to where Derek’s hand is wrapped around the umbrella handle.
It somehow has him smiling even wider. He wraps his hand around
Derek’s, slotting his fingers into the grooves between Derek’s knuckles
as they resume walking along the path through the serene and elegant
beauty of the Japanese gardens, stealing just a few minutes for
themselves while the others deal with… things. Scott’s frantic
explanation hadn’t made any sense, and Lydia had shoved them in the
direction of the Japanese gardens with orders not to return till
notified and Stiles couldn’t care less about whatever’s wrong because he
already has everything he needs.
“This is not the best day ever,” he announces decisively.
“No?” Derek asks, brows furrowed.
“It’s
the best day yet,” Stiles explains quickly, easing the lines starting
to form on Derek’s face. “I can’t say ever, though it feels like
nothing’s going to top this for a while, but the best part, the whole point of today is knowing someday, something
will. Maybe it’ll be something big, like when we christen our first
house. Maybe it’ll be just the most boring day ever and I’ll just be
watching you fall asleep while reading in front of our fireplace. Maybe
it’ll be every week. I don’t know. But I know it’s going to happen. So
no, I’m not going to say today is the best day of my life-“
“But it’s the best day yet,” Derek finishes for him with the softest smile, the one that makes Stiles’s heart ache
it’s so precious to him. “Better than anything I was able to imagine
for a long time. Till recently, anyway. Till you. And it’s just the
beginning.”
“Yeah,” Stiles agrees, holding up his left hand so
that the light catches the smooth band around his fourth finger on his
left hand. He leans his head on his husband’s shoulder as they gaze at
it together. “Yeah.”
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