Three O'clock Messages
It was late, Stiles didn't know how late. He stared at his phone, wondering if he should send the text. He decided that he should stop over thinking it and just send it, so that's what he did.
Stiles: Hey, sexy thing. Are you thinking about me? ;)
Stiles waited for a while because Derek was super slow at texting, until finally his phone made a ding that usually came with text messages.
Derek: It's three O'clock in the fucking morning. What do you want?
Stiles chuckled; he had made Derek cuss so early in the conversation.
Stiles: That didn't answer my question.
Derek: I'll answer yours if you answer mine.
Stiles was grinning now, a huge hungry grin.
Stiles: But I asked you first. ;)
Derek: Doesn't mean I have to answer it first.
Stiles: Alright, What I want is for you to answer my question.
Derek: :/ Fine! No, I am not thinking about you.
Stiles: :( That hurts me Derek.
Derek: Fine, maybe I am thinking about you.
Stiles: I knew it! XD I know you want to kiss me and fuck my brains out. ;)
Derek: Do you want me to come over there?
Stiles twirled the phone charger cord in his fingers.
Stiles: YES! :P
Derek: Be careful what you wish for.
Stiles: I WILL! Now get your ass over here.
He heard a bang at the window, turning to see Derek sitting there. Stiles walked over to him and pulled him in by his shirt collar. Kissing him passionately and pushing him on the bed.