A/N I love the way Stiles and Derek have been touching more in the show and how the touches are moving from violence to support and maybe something more and I felt like writing something to reflect that. It was meant to be a 5+1 thing but I'm not sure how close I got...
It started off as simple shoulder touches. Derek gripped Stiles tight to keep him running off thoughtlessly into danger and was surprised to feel a responding push back into his hand from Stiles, not the pull away he was expecting.
Derek melts on the floor in exhaustion and relief, blood spattered across his face and his t-shirt bearing scars which won't heal like the skin underneath. He feels the hand on his shoulder and presses back firmly. The scent of Stiles' relief mixes beautifully with his own in the dusty air.
Derek doesn't twitch when Stiles slumps next to him on pack movie night. The scent of Stiles and the sugary sweets he is cramming in his mouth surround him in a comforting wave of pack, home, belonging and he slumps further into the cushions, not wanting to think about why Stiles' scent mean comfort. When Stiles leans towards him a little, their shoulder and thighs meet in a warm press that should make him want to shift away but really make him want to stay forever.
Stiles wakes with his face pressed against a firm, nice smelling shoulder. He knows it's not Scott and prepares himself for the horror of who he might be sleeping on. He knows he's pack but he's not a wolf. Puppy piles seem a step too far. Lifting his head he sees strong eyebrows and ridiculous stubble. Derek shifts slightly and mumbles, wrapping an arm around Stiles' shoulders. He takes it as c au to retake his spot on Derek's shoulder and falls asleep. When he's woken again by the noise of the pack in the morning, He's alone on the sofa and there's a blanket over him that has nothing of the warmth or weight of Derek's arm.
The adrenaline's beginning to wear off and as it does he becomes aware of how cold he is. They may have been running but whatever it was that was chasing them has now been sliced neatly in by Derek's sharp claws and what with the fear and the cold, Stiles is shivering uncontrollably. 'Stiles, hey, Stiles,' Derek is talking but he can't hear much apart from his name. Then he is pressed close, heat radiates from the wolf's chest and immediately begins to warm him. Derek wraps his arms around Stiles and holds him until his body is finally still.
Stiles isn't sure if they're a thing or not. Lydia seems pretty sure and he knows not to disregard her opinion but he thinks he really needs confirmation from the guy himself. Conversation isn't exactly Derek's forte but it would help Stiles enormously to know what is going on between them. As he enters that room he sees Derek turn immediately to him and concentrates on slowing his heartbeat, he shouldn't be this worried about a simple conversation. They sit and as the movie starts, Derek's hand finds his. As their hands slot together a little smile shows on Derek's face. Stiles guesses that's confirmation enough for him.