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[skybluejeep]

 

Hi, you've reached the Stud Muffin. Can't answer the phone right now. Why are you even calling? Texting. Wave of the future.

BLEEP.
 

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[garou]

[ This is Derek's best 'I don't give a shit' face. ] The point is, I've seen that movie, and, yes, werewolves don't work that way—[ He stops short, sniffing the air. ] Is something burning?

[skybluejeep]

...Shit!

[He runs to the stove, and sure enough, the rice is now a charred mess in the bottom of the pot.]

Crap in a freakin' hat!

[garou]

[ Derek follows after him, peering into the kitchen. ] Everything okay?>

[skybluejeep]

...Wanna go get pad thai again?

[garou]

What happened? [ And Derek enters the kitchen, coming up to stand behind Stiles. ]

[skybluejeep]

Burned the rice. I should just give up and hire a cook.

[garou]

[ Derek frowns a little, peering over Stiles' shoulder into the pan. He ponders for a minute, and then steps around Stiles, grabbing for the pan and a wooden spoon. ] I think we can save it. Do you have any bread?

[skybluejeep]

Bread? Uh. Yeah. Hold on.

[He grabs the small white loaf he's keeping in an actual bread box.]

How is this gonna help?

[garou]

[ Derek turns the burner off, poking at the rice with the spoon before setting it down. He snags a slice of the bread and puts it in the pot, putting the lid back on. ] The bread will absorb the burnt taste, so we can rescue what rice isn't stuck to the pan.

[skybluejeep]

Oh! Well that's a pretty handy trick. Duly noted.

[garou]

It won't unstick the burnt stuff, though. [ He glances at Stiles, leaning against the counter. ] But we can probably salvage the pan, too.

[skybluejeep]

Thanks, Derek.

[He leans into him, and presses a loving kiss to his cheek.]

My domestic god.

[garou]

[ He huffs, but he's smiling a little. ] You learn a few things when you live on your own for a while.

[skybluejeep]

Heh. I've been living on my own here since last July and I'm still hopeless. I need you to teach me everything.

[garou]

Or... maybe you just shouldn't live on your own. [ Derek's suddenly interested in taking the lid off the pot and poking at the bread and rice, leaning down to sniff it carefully, like he didn't basically just ask Stiles to move in with him. ]

[skybluejeep]

[Whoa. What. Stiles blinks at that, stares at him for a long moment.]

Did you just ask me to move in with you?

[garou]

[ Derek sets the lid down, busies himself with removing the rice he can from the pan and putting it into a bowl. ] You don't have to. It was just an idea.

[skybluejeep]

Derek.

[That's the ultimate big deal. Even Isaac, who was living with Derek for a while, seemed to only be there on sufferance. This...was huge.]

Of course I will.

[garou]

...You really want to? [ And he turns and looks at Stiles, the surprise evident on his face. He can't hear a lie, and it's boggling, to say the least. That someone would willingly want to live with him. Someone that wasn't family, at any rate. ]

[skybluejeep]

Um. Yeah! Spending all the time with you I can? Curling up on your sofa and reading books with you? You making sure I don't burn the rice? Snarking each other stupid and then having amazing, mind-blowing sex whenever we want? Yes I want that. Hell yes!

[garou]

Okay. [ He says it quietly, and smiles a little to himself. He nods, and says it again, louder this time. ] Okay.

[skybluejeep]

[A big, dumb grin splits his face, and then he's jumping up onto Derek's back, wrapping him up in a big, tight hug.]

I love you, Derek.

[garou]

[ Derek doesn't even stumble under the added weight, just goes about his business of rescuing dinner, dumping the ringed pot in the sink before turning his head just enough to kiss Stiles gently. ] Thank you.

[skybluejeep]

Thank you!

So. You move in here? I move in there? I mean, this is still my suite and it's the only way I have access to my terminal, but I love the tree-houses so I'm down with going over there. And we'll have to get a bigger bed. Like...super big. Twin isn't gonna cut it anymore. I'll bring all my dishes and whatnot over, but we'll have to figure out what to do with the furniture.

Oh! We should have a housewarming party!

[garou]

Wherever you want to go. [ He says quietly, fondly, after Stiles is done with his little mini spiel, leaning back to put Stiles down, so he can turn around and pull him close. ] If you want to stay here, I'll come here. If you want to go there, you can come with me.