"So… are we a couple?"
Derek was sitting on his couch, Stiles was sitting next to him. Derek looked at Stiles with a slight flash of a smile, and then forced himself to look back on the wall in front of him.
"I guess." Derek said, digging holes in the wall with his eyes.
"Wow there, don't get too excited Sourwolf." Stiles laughed, looking at Derek with amusement.
Derek just growled at him.
After a minute of awkward silence, Stiles broke it.
"Listen, Derek… It might be a stupid question but I just have to know…"
Derek turned to look at Stiles. "What is it?"
"Well, you see… I'm not sure you really want to be with me."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, you might just pretend to be attracted to me because I'm Scott's best friend and as his best friend you feel some sort of need to protect me too, and in this case, protect me from rejection." Stiles said with a hint of pain in his tone.
Derek felt like an icy hand slapped his face. You know this feeling when you want to prove someone something so bad, It burns a hole in your stomach? Well, that's what Derek felt.
He loved Stiles from the moment he saw him. His laughter, his smile. His spark in his eyes, his energy.
He needed Stiles to believe him.
Derek looked at Stiles, gripping his hand in his, lacing his fingers in the spaces between Stiles' fingers.
Stiles was a bit shocked, but he just looked at Derek and didn't say a word, waiting to see what will be his next move.
Derek pressed his lips against Stiles', giving him a soft, sweet, loving kiss – the kind that wasn't usual to Derek.
When both of them finally pulled back (after a really long kiss) none of them said a thing.
The moment was too precious.
Their foreheads were pressed against each other and they just smiled at each other. Well, Stiles smiled, Derek was trying to.
"Now you believe me?" Derek asked, still holding on Stiles' hand.
"Not quiet. Do you mind kiss me again so I'll make up my mind?"