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.
 

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[skybluejeep]

[Feeling Derek relax completely is such an amazing thing. The man never lets go. Only now he is.]

Oh, Derek...

[garou]

Mm? [ It's a lazy noise, and Derek barely cracks open an eye to look at Stiles. ]

[skybluejeep]

Nothing. You have nice hair.

[He nuzzles in closer to Derek again, fingers still raking over his scalp.]

[garou]

Mm.. [ He hums again, closing his eye, snuffling into Stiles' t-shirt. ] So d'you.

[skybluejeep]

Yeah? Guess this is my clue I shouldn't go back to the buzz cut, huh?

[Derek's behaving like a warm, snuggly goof, and Stiles has never felt more affectionate toward him.]

You fallin' asleep on me, big guy?

[garou]

[ Derek snuffles against his collarbone some more, cracking an eye open again. ] Maybe.

[skybluejeep]

[He kisses Derek's hairline, his fingers still raking over Derek's scalp.]

Feel free. I've got you. I got you.

[garou]

[ His eyes flutter closed. ] S'okay?

[skybluejeep]

Yeah.

[He's so gone. Utterly bananas. Nutso. Bonkers. In L O V E. But he'd never say it now.]

Sleep, Sourwolf. I got you.

[garou]

[ Derek hums again, and settles finally; after a few moments, his breathing evens out, and he's fast asleep on Stiles' chest. ]

[skybluejeep]

[For a long moment, Stiles is completely and utterly entranced. He's never seen Derek fall asleep before. He's never seen Derek this vulnerable. He angles his head just so, kisses Derek's forehead again, and then forces himself to close his eyes.

It doesn't work too well. He opens his eyes a moment later, still staring at Derek's perfect face. He lays there just like that for a long, long time, before finally crashing hard, his head pressed against Derek's.]

[garou]

[ Derek sleeps through the night, waking up only when the light of dawn cracks it's way through the windows. He wakes up first, having shifted in the night to the point that he's now curled up around Stiles, cradling him close. He almost panics, but he also knows he can't leave. It'd crush them both.

So he watches Stiles sleep instead, trying his best to not wake him. ]

[skybluejeep]

[It's about fifteen minutes later that Stiles starts to stir, perhaps subconsciously aware of Derek's staring. His eyes flutter open, and he sees Derek. Feels Derek. And he smiles.]

G'morning...

[garou]

Hi. [ He says it softly, smiling just a little. ] Sleep okay?

[skybluejeep]

Yeah. Really good.

[He adjusts himself against Derek's body, propping his chin on Derek's shoulder.]

How about you?

[garou]

[ And that makes staying worth it. He still hasn't forgotten about that nightmare. ] Yeah.

[skybluejeep]

Mmm.

[He nuzzles in closer, sneaking a little kiss against Derek's neck.]

No morning after regrets? Morning breath and morning wood?

WOW I THOUGHT I CLICKED SEND ON THIS???

[garou]

No regrets. [ He surprises himself, even, when he says it. ]

i hate when that happens!

[skybluejeep]

[He might look surprised, but Stiles just looks straight-up pleased.]

Cool. So...this can be a regular thing? I like having you here.