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This is for spaghettitacos who requested eggnog and ice skating for my traditional Sterek Christmas story. One day I will write them having my type of Christmas, sweltering hot, by the pool, eating roast beef in your bathers, collapsing into a food coma in the air-con and watching cricket and reading on Boxing Day. But for now, ice skating and eggnog. I hope it's what you were hoping, spaghettitacos.
Eggnog and Ice Skates
by Moonbeam
Derek grunted. He could feel the elbow in his back that had woken him and knew it was attached to Stiles who would no doubt have a great reason for waking him up.
"Wha?"
"Wake up."
"No, it's not even light yet."
Stiles jostled him again, all sharp elbows in the flesh between his ribs.
Derek growled at him.
"You haven't even opened your eyes so how do you know if it's light or not?"
"I'm a werewolf."
Stiles groaned at him.
Derek sighed and turned over, bundling up Stiles on his way over until the other man was curled in his arms.
"Derek."
"Go back to sleep."
"But it's Christmas morning."
"I don't care if it's your birthday and Christmas on the Wolf moon it's the middle of the night. Go back to sleep."
Stiles wriggled and huffed but Derek could feel the other man relaxing in his arms. "It's snowing."
"It will still be snowing at a reasonable hour."
"It's 3am – that's a reasonable hour."
"Go to sleep, Stiles."
"But this is our first Christmas morning."
"We were together last Christmas."
"But you didn't get to San Francisco until lunchtime last year."
"So, this is our first Christmas morning. Now go to sleep, I'll still be here when you've had enough sleep."
"I've already had enough."
"For Scott to come over for breakfast, and your father to come for lunch, and the pack to come for dinner."
Stiles wriggled and wrapped his arms around Derek. "And for Christmas morning sex…in the snow."
"Not in the snow."
"In the snow."
"With the window open."
"You're a werewolf," Stiles complained. "Aren't you supposed to be all about getting down with nature?"
"I'm also about not losing my balls to frost bite…or your balls."
"You love my balls." Stiles said happily.
"Go to sleep."
"Fine."
Derek waited a few minutes until Stiles started to snore before he relaxed himself and fell back to sleep.
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