Tag: not!derek

likeairplanelights:

yeah, but imagine Derek and Stiles on a weekend away, and they haven’t had time at home to sleep and rest and take the time to be with each other. so they turn their phones off and tell the rest of the pack they can deal with whatever comes up, and book into a posh hotel with beds that have soft mattresses and Egyptian cotton sheets, and when they get there, they’re so tired they just strip off and fall asleep.

but when they wake up —

Stiles wakes up first, like he does at home, and heads over to the mini kitchen at the other end of the room, leaving Derek to sleep because Derek gets super grumpy when he’s woken up before he wants to be. (secretly Stiles thinks that explains everything about Derek’s interactions when they first met) he sits on one of the cosy chairs in the corner and watches Derek; how he snuffles into his pillow, his body limp, his feet sticking out the end of the blankets.

and then when Derek wakes up, he reaches across the bed for Stiles and gets a little wrinkle between his brow when he realises he’s not there, but he rolls over onto his back and blinks up at the ceiling. he can smell coffee and Stiles, and there’s no obnoxious alarm going off and — he sits up, getting to his knees when he sees Stiles, and he yawns, stretching out the kinks in his neck and shoulders, knowing that Stiles’ eyes are on him.

and that’s all Stiles can take because he drains the last of his coffee and launches himself at Derek, and Derek catches him, steadies them until he can lay Stiles down, until he can stretch over Stiles and kiss him softly, tasting the coffee in Stiles’ mouth.

they’ve got all the time in the world, and Derek loves knowing that. it’s slow, lazy handjobs in bed. it’s Derek pushing Stiles against the shower wall and rimming him until they almost fall over. it’s putting robes on and ordering room service and eating together with easy conversation and Stiles running his hand up Derek’s thigh because he can, because touching is a comfort, because skin on skin contact is always the thing that settles Derek, no matter where they are.

and then later it’s fucking with the balcony doors open, the sound of the waves outside coming in, the cool sea breeze washing over them as they kiss and lick and fuck and hold each other close.

they don’t want to leave.