Issac, Stiles and Erica were standing in front of the television. They had Cheshire cat smiles.
Stiles grinned at Derek, who sat on the couch in the loft. Issac grinned at Scott, and Erica grinned at Boyd. Issac and Boyd sat on either side of Derek. The rest of the pack were sitting against the walls, with smirks on their faces. They knew what was coming. For the last hour, the three men had been complaining about the heat wave that overtook Beacon Hills.
Stiles kept his eyes on Derek as he sang and moved his hips in a sexy manner.
We are having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The temperature's rising, it isn't surprising
He certainly can can-can
Derek stared at Stiles, watching his hips. Erica smirked at Boyd as she turned sideways, her body turned toward Stiles and shaking her seat as she sang.
He started the heat wave
By letting his seat wave
And in such a way that the customers say
That he certainly can can-can
Boyd just stared at Erica's butt, watching it shake. Issac smirked as he did a can-can move as he sang.
Gee, his anatomy
Make the mercury jump to ninety-three
The three singers started doing the can-can as they sang the song...
Yes, sir, we're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The way that he moves that thermometer proves
That he certainly can can-can
Gee, his anatomy
Make the mercury jump to ninety-three
Yes, sir, we're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The way that he moves that thermometer proves
That he certainly can can-can
Ooh, we're having a heat wave
Ooh, how he moves, thermometer proves
He certainly can can-can
The men sitting on the couch were staring at their partners, lust unmasked in their eyes. The singers had smirks on their faces, and the rest of the pack was just laughing their asses off. Derek made a come here gesture with his finger at Stiles, who walked over. Derek grabbed his hand and pulled him so he straddled Derek. Issac and Erica grinned, and did the same thing to their respective boyfriends. Derek looked at the three of them and said, "is there a reason you three decided to do that song?"
Erica smirked, "You're not complaining about the heat wave anymore, are you?"
The rest of the pack fell over laughing their asses off.
AN: Ella Fitzgerald - Heat Wave Lyrics | MetroLyrics