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Stiles was single, and his romantic interest was single too, and the same romantic interest was at his house. Derek was asleep in Stiles's bed, a deep gash in his side and an attire roll of bandages concealing said injury. Stiles was in the living room with the lights off and the curtains drawn shutting out the cool moonlight leaving only the TV light to illuminate Stiles. He was playing his scariest game, the controller in his hand buzzed occasionally, making him jump. A noise from upstairs nearly made him scream but he swallowed the terror filled shriek, not wanting to wake his sleeping love interest. Deciding to go check on the noise, Stiles paused his game and went to inspect, stubbing his toes in the dark as he fumbled along. When he finally got to his bedroom where Derek was sleeping he didn't see anyone in the bed. Stiles went over and dropped a frustrated hand on what he thought was just pillows. When the lumps under the blanket grunted Stiles realized that Derek had gotten under the blanket. Which was weird because he was a werewolf. Anyway, Derek's eyes opened and looked at Stiles angrily. "What?" Derek growled looking around as if searching for some threat that might exist. He sniffed warily before growling when Stiles climbed into bed with him.
"I was playing a scary game and I heard something so I came here to check on you." Stiles said. Derek looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to figure out what the noise had been.
"I got under the blanket." Derek offered.
"That must have been it." Stiles said softly.
"So why are you in bed with me?" Derek asked as he put an arm over Stiles and pulled him closer.
"Because I was scared. And hey, it's my bed!" Stiles huffed.
"Because of a game?" Derek asked chuckling.
"Well why are you under the blanket?" Stiles asked pouting.
"Because it smells like you." Derek said casually. Stiles blushed but said nothing. "You know what else smells like you." Derek asked his breath hot on Stiles's neck.
"W-wh-what?" Stiles fumbled for words.
"You." Derek said as he buried his nose in Stiles's hair.
"Derek-" Stiles was trying to bring reason into the situation. Derek was injured, he was half asleep, clearly he didn't know what he was saying. Or doing. And he definitely didn't know what he was doing was affecting Stiles in any way.
"Shut up Stiles." Derek whispered and with that, nose in Stiles's hand, arm secured tightly around Stiles, Derek fell asleep. Stiles relaxed, surely when Derek woke up, everything would be explained, clarified, and they would never talk of this again. And that may not be exactly what Stiles wanted, but things would be normal. Stiles wasn't the kind of guy who got what he wanted anyway. His eyes slid shut as he too fell asleep.