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Title: Smooth Like Your Face

Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Rating: T

Word count: 2525

Inspired by this post. Thank you to @offeringpeoplegumisnotcooking for the idea to make this a coffee shop AU where Stiles uses a bunch of pick-up lines on Derek, and @inell, @endgame-sterek, and @imagine036 for prompting me with specific lines to use.

Since I’m a horrid friend and didn’t have time to write @eeyore9990 a birthday fic, please accept this humble offering as a belated gift. 🙂

Smooth Like Your Face

Derek doesn’t even have to look up to know it’s Stiles who’s leaning against his counter, one hip pressed into the formica while he lifts one of the packages of chocolate-covered coffee beans, ostensibly to study it, but really just to focus his attention on something else while he announces, “Your hand looks heavy. You should let me hold it.”

“Venti iced caramel macchiato, quad,” he calls over his shoulder to Boyd, whose smirk he can practically feel. “That’ll be $7.31,” he tells Stiles blandly, finally looking up.

Stiles is pouting as he digs out his wallet. “I didn’t even order,” he complains, and Derek rolls his eyes long-sufferingly as he accepts the worn-out debit card.

“Stiles, you’ve been coming here five days a week for the last month. Your order never changes.”

Derek is not charmed by the face Stiles makes at him. Really. He isn’t.

“You never know, maybe today I felt like a mocha,” he retorts, continuing to sulk.

“If you ever feel like a mocha, I will give it to you for free,” Derek replies dryly.

Stiles breaks out in a dazzling grin. “I knew it! You’re totally into me.”

“Next, please!” he calls, scowling at Stiles until he holds his hands up in the classic “don’t shoot” pose, moving along to the end of the counter and accepting the plastic cup from Boyd.

“See you tomorrow, oh light of my life!” Stiles calls out, grinning as he waves backward over his shoulder, sauntering out the front door.

Derek likes to pretend he doesn’t watch his ass as he goes, but he totally does.

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