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[He lets out a happy, contented noise of his own, before slipping his hand further down Derek's back.]

God. Your body should be illegal. I think it is in at least seven states.

[ Derek pulls back and looks at him. ] It's not that special, Stiles.

...Oh, god, you really think that.

[It's not a question, but a gobsmacked statement of fact. Derek really thought his body was nothing special. Jesus.]

Okay. Fine. Well, you drive me absolutely crazy, and your body is a part of that, and I want to get your shirt off and lick chocolate off your abs.

[ Why wouldn't he think that? He's not ashamed of his body, and he knows he keeps it in peak shape, knows that his werewolfliness contributes to that, knows people like looking at it. But it's no different than anyone else who works out a lot, Derek feels. He's seen men in movies with similar body types. It just simply isn't that big of a deal.

He's used to hearing that kind of thing, but it still makes him give Stiles a wry grin. ] You want to lick chocolate off my abs.

Yup.

[He pops the "P" at the end, and dives in for another kiss.]

...Or maybe honey. Whipped cream. Something sticky I have to spend a lot of time working off your body.

[ Is he blushing? He might be blushing a little bit. ] And would make my sheets a mess, too, right?

[A beat. Followed by an enormous, playful grin.]

Nah. I have other ideas to get your sheets messy.

[ Derek only kind of resists the urge to playfully roll his eyes. ] I'm starting to regret this whole thing.

What? No!

[He dives in for another kiss, and gives Derek his best puppy eyes.]

Don't regret it. Please. You've made me the happiest I've probably ever been in my whole night. Just from this night...

[That was supposed to come out playfully, since he knew Derek was teasing, but his tone is oddly sincere.]

[ Derek blinks at him widely, and then leans forward, resting their heads together. ] Me too.

...Hnngh.

[He doesn't even care if they're not making out. Derek's quiet confession is making Stiles shake a little bit. And grin. And feel like he's gonna cry. And he better behave, or he's gonna say that certain four letter word, and that's not for tonight.]

This...is important to me. This is real for me. This is what I want. I want you, Derek. I want this to be an us.

[ Derek pulls back and looks at him, searching his face. ] Are you sure?

God, yes.

[He licks his lips, suddenly realizing what he's confessing here, what he's saying. All those years of pining after somebody, and now, suddenly now he has the guts to say it for real.]

Derek...why do you think I was so messed up over this? I thought I was going to be alone. Like...forever alone. Cliche but true. Because I knew I'd found what I wanted, and would never have it.

[ Derek isn't ready for that, not quite yet, even if he gets what Stiles is saying. He wants to tell Stiles that there was no way he'd ever be alone, not with his personality and all his traits. Anyone would be lucky to have him, Derek was lucky to have him, and he was pretty sure Stiles deserved better, in fact.

How could anyone possibly want him? After everything he'd done, not only to Stiles but his friends? No, Stiles deserved better than this, but Derek was just selfish enough at this moment to not care. ] You have it.

I know.

[Kissing the corner of Derek's mouth tenderly, he pulls back yet again, his hands still splayed out across his shoulders. He doesn't know Derek's thought process, but he knows Derek.]

And whatever you're thinking right now? About how you don't deserve this? Don't make me smack you upside the head. I'll do it. I'll lose a hand afterward, but I'll do it.

[ Derek stares at him for a brief moment before leaning forward, resting his head on Stiles' shoulder. He doesn't confirm Stiles' claim but he doesn't refute it either because both would be pointless. He can argue it later. Not right now. ] You've hit me enough times to know that won't happen.

Yeah well, you've hit me back. Harder.

[Another beat. And then he's pressing a kiss to Derek's temple. Wow, this got heavy really fast. But...he did say that they needed to have a serious talk almost immediately. This was just the tip of the iceberg, too.]

No more hitting. At all. From either of us. Okay?

Unless you make me strip for someone.

[ He's teasing, of course, peeking up from Stiles' shoulder with a smirk. ]

The only person you're stripping for now is me.

[He smirks back, and winks playfully.]

Even if you need to get your friend to do something?

Even then. Well, hold on, depends on the situation. If getting you naked would save somebody's life, I might let it happen.

[ Derek snorts. ] Good to know.

[He giggles as well, and leans back in for more snuggling.]

You could strip for me now. Just saying.

[ Derek tucks him close, resting his chin on Stiles' head, stroking his back gently. ] Later. When we're in bed.

[And weirdly enough, Stiles has a very interesting reaction to that. Part arousal, part anxiety. The first for obvious reasons. But the second...]

I, um. Wow. Um. I don't normally sleep naked. This'll be an interesting night.

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