"Derek," Stiles said hoarsely, intertwining their fingers.
Derek comes closer, pushing his hips toward him.
"You won't hurt me tonight," whispered Stiles. "The claws won't come out."
Derek gives a half grin, the one Stiles loves best. "Oh good."
"No trip to the ER this time. We won't have to do any explaining to Mrs. Mccall." Stiles moved closer to Derek.
Derek tipped his head and, flashing that grin again, he nipped Stiles's lip. "Well, we could still end up in the ER."
Stiles grinned. "Let's go break the bed. Shall we?"