"You make me hunger for something, Stiles. And it's just not all flesh." Derek finally growled, gritting his teeth at Stiles.
It took the teenager a couple of seconds to realize what Derek meant and then he just "What." A two-seconds pause and BAM.
"Don't push your luck", the grump then snapped. This whole thing was new to Derek, and he wasn't less shocked than Stiles when he really considered and thought about his feelings. Derek wasn't satisfied enough with the answer, and he wanted to just kill something out of frustration, but this needed to be said.
"Sourwolf", Stiles sighed sarcastically and grabbed the letters and taxes from the mailbox. They were standing in front of Stiles apartment, and the poor boy was only dressed in a pair of boxers and a tired, black tank top. He didn't know how inviting that looked, poor guy, so Derek sucked it up.
"What are you even doing here?" Stiles tried to change the subject to something else, something more comfortable while he read through the letters.
"Not you", Derek replied stiffly. His lips urged to grin, but he withstood it. He was mad at Stiles, so he would definitely not smile at the guy. How dared he look so appealing with that messy bed head?
Stiles looked up with a serious face before his mouth twisted into the biggest smirk ever, and his eyes shone and then he just kind of "Ha, because that-" he began ironically, pointing at Derek. "That's something you'd love to do!"
"I don't know. Probably, yeah." Derek said in a low tone, and then he took a step forward and fumbled after something in his pocket.
"Wait what. What are you-"
"Just checking you out."
"You can do that at distance", Stiles then breathed nervously and stepped back, folding his hands.
"No. I'm checking you out", Derek repeated and finally handed Stiles a small piece of paper. "Here's your ticket for the new movie coming out. We're watching it in 3D, so bring your glasses."
The wolf stared at the ridiculous boy. He couldn't wait.
"Pick you up at 7 then", Derek said, and with that, he disappeared. Just like that.
At first, Stiles just stood there and stared blankly at the nothing in front of him.
He could just feel the satisfaction in Derek's runaway, and Stiles was just a human, so he protested loudly, because he could.
He was just that done with the wolf. Just that done. "I hate it when he does that", Stiles finally exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air, forgetting all about the taxes, and ended up dropping everything. He then proceeded to moan to visualize his annoyance when he realized that Derek fucking Hale just had confessed to him and all he did was moping and throwing paper in the air.
"What the fuck Derek!"
