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...Oh wow.

[That? Is probably the most romantic thing anybody's ever said to him. He can't help himself, he leans in and steals another kiss, quick but not entirely dry.]

I...wow. You want me. You want. Me? Oh my god.

[ He's flushing again a little bit, glancing off to the side. ] Yeah. You. You're... everywhere.

Not yet, big guy.

[He's smirking at that, and stepping in even closer, his fingers leaving Derek's face, trailing down his arm, and then hooking into one of his belt loops.]

Okay. Seriously. We need to have a serious, long talk about so many things. But...but right now I want to take you to my couch, and make out with you.

[ Derek actually huffs out a laugh at that, a real one, that reaches his eyes, letting himself be pulled. ] Is that so?

Yeah. Oh yeah. I've been pining after you for the better part of two months, Derek. And I'm going to show you just how much.

[He yanks lightly on that belt loop, intent on dragging his hot and sexy werewolf maybe-boyfriend over to a horizontal surface.]

[ Derek falls onto the couch, sitting up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk. ] Only two months?

Only two months since I started pining.

I've had a crush on you way longer than that.

[Since Derek's on his back, Stiles makes the decision to slide in next to him, on his side. The couch is just wide enough for both of them...unless somebody gets on top. Heh.]

So. Can I just...touch you? Please?

[ Derek nods, running his hand over Stiles' hip to the small of his back, and pulls him flush to his body. ] Yeah. You can.

[As Derek pulls him closer, Stiles lets out a little happy whimper, and starts playing. He lets his fingers wander up and down Derek's chest, over his shirt for now. Good lord. He can trace every muscle under his shirt. He moans, not believing this is real.]

Oh, gawd.

[ Derek pulls his head back, the pad of his thumb rubbing a soft circle into the fabric of Stiles' shirt. ] You alright?

I swear to god, Derek, I keep thinking this is a really realistic wet dream I'm having.

[He surges up and catches Derek in another kiss, only he lets this one linger. More, please?]

[ He kisses back, lingers just as long, draws his hand up Stiles' back. ]

You're currently stuck on the back of a giant turtle, and this is the part that makes you think you're dreaming?

[He shivers at the touch, and then nods, his lips parted and his eyes closed.]

I have the sexiest guy in any universe kissing me right now. Yeah.

[ Derek snorts at that, just a little. ] Whatever you say.

[ He nuzzles at Stiles' neck, then, kissing softly at his pulse point, taking in his scent. ]

Nnngh...oh wow...

[He strains his body toward Derek's before forcing himself still. Just that one little kiss is making him very, very horny.]

Don't stop? Please?

Stiles... [ And he trails off when that spike of arousal hits his nostrils, pulling back. He keeps his grip firm, though -- he's done with misunderstandings for the night. ] I'm... if that's all you want from me--

What? What. No!

[Stiles pulls back too, horrified.]

No! Oh my god, Derek. No. I am really attracted to you, yes. But this isn't just...one night and wham bam thank you Mister. I don't do that. Do you really think I'd be that upset just because I wasn't getting in your pants? Holy crap, no. I want to be with you. Tonight, tomorrow night, all the stupid fights and you not using your words and you getting annoyed at me and me getting annoyed at you and being here for each other and together and oh my god do I really come across like that?

[ And, alright, he feels a little guilty for assuming that, but— ] It wouldn't be the first time.

[Oh god. A jolt of grief shoots through him, and he sits up properly, taking Derek's face in his hands.]

Derek. I would never, ever. Ever. Do that to you. Don't you get it, Grumpy? I'm nuts about you. Whatever you need...whatever you need to feel comfortable, it's yours. Even...even if it's not making out or doing anything. Seriously. Look at me, Derek. You've been listening in on my emotions for weeks now.

Listen in now.

[And every word is the hand-to-god truth. Stiles' heartbeat is elevated, yes, but that's from their activities. His arousal is overwhelming, yes. But it's tempered by genuine love and concern for his wolf.]

[ Derek closes his eyes and presses his forehead to Stiles', relaxing under his touch, nodding his head. ] Okay.

Remember that night? At the pool?

[In between every sentence, he's stealing little kisses again, now that they're so close.

And you said 'You don't trust me, I don't trust you.' You were wrong. I did trust you. Still do.

I hope someday you can learn to trust me.

[ Derek kisses him softly in response, curling a hand into Stiles' hair. He wants to. He wants to trust him so badly, and he's going to try, but he can't promise that. He knows he can't. ] I'm sorry.

Hey. Stop. After everything you've been through? It's a miracle you're not a basket case. I would have crumbled if I'd had to deal with all that shit.

[He tilts his hand into Derek's touch, and smiles softly at him.]

We're all works in progress, you know? I'll still be here.

[ To be honest, Derek is surprised he hasn't, either. It's all he knows how to do, though, pick himself back up and keep trudging on despite everything that gets thrown at him.

He wonders, idly, how long Stiles will be there, and then tells himself not to think about it. He can worry about it later. Be selfish for once, Cora had said. So he is.

He noses at Stiles neck again, nodding. ] Can I stay?

The night?

[Stiles' voice jumps an octave in surprise, and need, and want. And before he realizes he's doing it, he's nodding quickly and grinning.]

Hell yes! Sleepover time. In my bed. Oh wow. Yes. Hell to the yes, a million times yes and are you tired now? Cuz we can move this upstairs now.

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