IC Contact Post For Tushanshu & Nematon

[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.
 

((Please label threads as belonging to Tushanshu or Nematon please.))

Comments

[skybluejeep]

You talk too much, Derek.

[He's obviously joking, giving him another playful whack before settling back down into their faux-cuddle.]

[garou]

You talk enough for the both of us.

[skybluejeep]

That I certainly do. At least somebody around here knows how to use their words.

[garou]

Yeah? Who's that?

[skybluejeep]

Lydia.

[Smirk!]

[garou]

Wouldn't know. She doesn't talk to me.

[skybluejeep]

Heh. Join the club, she didn't speak to me for eight years.

[garou]

I'm actually fine if she doesn't, so I'll pass.

[skybluejeep]

Aww, be nice to my strawberry-blonde goddess. She was under Peter's control last year, remember?

[garou]

She isn't under it now, and I still find her difficult. Imagine that.

[skybluejeep]

I never said she wasn't difficult. She's Lydia. It's part of her charm.

[Yup. He will always always always have a thing for Lydia Martin, he really will.]

[garou]

Charm. Right. [ Derek knows this, and it's why he's trying to encourage Stiles to seek romance elsewhere. Lydia's better for Stiles, he thinks. Better than him, anyway. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He just rolls his eyes again.]

Seriously, you two have a lot in common. You both love to read. I'll bet you twenty julaan that you've both got a lot of the same books in your libraries. You're both killer smart. And you both want to strangle Peter with piano wire.

[garou]

You sound like you want me to date her.

[skybluejeep]

Dear god no. Never date Lydia Martin. I wouldn't know which way was up.

[garou]

I would never date Lydia Martin. So you don't have to worry about vertigo.

[skybluejeep]

[Although now he might very well have some fantasies about Derek and Lydia. Together. With him. Naked. Heh.]

Good. I don't need to get dizzy that way.

[garou]

[ Derek just looks at him funny, because he can smell that arousal, there, Stiles. ]

[skybluejeep]

[He clears his throat and ignores the look. Stop sniffing him when he's horny, you jerk.]

[garou]

[ Hard not to when he's sitting all up in Derek's grill. ] So... you're feeling alright then?

[skybluejeep]

[Yeah but....your face.]

Me? I'm great. Nothing some pain meds and ice won't help.

[garou]

Good. [ Derek stands up, and hesitates. ] If... you do actually get dizzy or something. Tell me.

[skybluejeep]

[He whimpers, actually whimpers when Derek pulls away and stands up. But then he controls himself and sits back.]

...Okay. I'm fine. No concussion or anything. Just a fat lip. I've been hit worse on the lacrosse field. But thanks.

[garou]

I'm serious. Head injuries aren't something to fuck around with, Stiles.

[skybluejeep]

Derek. I'm fine. Really.

Look, do your wolfy mojo on me, see if you can take any pain from me. If it'll make you feel better.