[His voice is surprisingly firm, for all that he's trembling with need. And he props himself up on one elbow, gazing down at Derek.]
...When I was, god, about thirteen? My dad gave me the highly embarrassing birds and bees talk. Like, how it works and what could happen, and babies, and how it should be special, blah blah.
But then...then he got to the part about consent.
[And Stiles looks suitably contrite, and his voice is low, knowing what a sore spot this is for Derek.]
And he kinda gave me the, um, legal aspects of how necessary it all is. And how it could really fuck me up. No pun intended. He said he never wanted to see me as a victim...or as somebody who would defy trust like that.
So. Derek. What I'm saying is I'm a big believer in consent. The night I kissed you, when you didn't want it? I really screwed up, because I thought you did. But you didn't say "yes" and that was my fault. I hope some day you can forgive me...
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[His voice is surprisingly firm, for all that he's trembling with need. And he props himself up on one elbow, gazing down at Derek.]
...When I was, god, about thirteen? My dad gave me the highly embarrassing birds and bees talk. Like, how it works and what could happen, and babies, and how it should be special, blah blah.
But then...then he got to the part about consent.
[And Stiles looks suitably contrite, and his voice is low, knowing what a sore spot this is for Derek.]
And he kinda gave me the, um, legal aspects of how necessary it all is. And how it could really fuck me up. No pun intended. He said he never wanted to see me as a victim...or as somebody who would defy trust like that.
So. Derek. What I'm saying is I'm a big believer in consent. The night I kissed you, when you didn't want it? I really screwed up, because I thought you did. But you didn't say "yes" and that was my fault. I hope some day you can forgive me...