Stiles was rifling around in the kitchen, looking for the ingredients to make his famous Stilinski's Kickass Lemonade (okay, he can admit that the name needed work, but the lemonade was still awesome) while listening to the Pack train outside. He could hear Erica's teasing/flirting banter with Boyd and Scott scolding Isaac to try to actually hit him this time. All he could hear from Derek was snarls and the tell-tale sound of a body hitting a tree (Peter). He knew that Alison would be off to the side, shooting arrow after arrow into the makeshift werewolf dummies the Pack had made for her. Lydia would still be on the porch swing, impatiently huffing about Stiles taking too long to get her the glass of lemonade she so kindly (not) requested.
Stiles finally found the ingredients he was looking for amongst all of the chips and junk food the Pack had been forcing into Derek's newly remodeled cupboards all summer. After quickly making up enough for everyone, he poured some into glasses, put them on a tray, and hurried outside (he did not want to risk Lydia's wrath.)
After handing a huffing Lydia her glass after a bow and muttering "Milady," Stiles called out,
"Lemonade!"
The pack quickly stopped their fighting and rushed onto the porch, tripping and pushing each other to be the first one to grab a glass (Stiles swears he saw Scott push Jackson out of the way when he meant to move in front of Isaac.).
Derek, however, was the first one to reach the porch and held out a hand to stop the others when it looked like they were going to rush the tray, even if they had to knock Stiles out of the way to do it.
He grabbed the first two glasses off of the tray and then maneuvered Stiles out of the way, leaving the rest of the lemonade to the Pack's mercy.
While the pack was busy, Derek wolfed down (ha!) a huge gulp, and then wiped his mouth with one hand and smiled at Stiles.
"Thanks."
"No problem, Sourwolf. Somebody's got to keep the pups hydrated."
Derek looked at Stiles while taking another long sip from his glass.
"And you always seem to be that somebody."
Stiles reddened and looked away. He knew that he put a lot into the Pack, but it was his way of feeling needed. He knew he wasn't one of the superhuman werewolves, or a badass huntress, or even a genius like Lydia. But, he could take care of everyone and make sure that someone was looking after the small things.
"I just like to make sure that everyone is happy."
Derek chose this moment to step closer, blocking Stiles from the view of the rest of the Pack. He leaned down and said
"With you looking out for us, that is never going to be a problem."
Stiles looked up at Derek and saw that he was staring back at him with a small smile. He knew that his Dad and Scott loved him, and that, of course, he had the pack, but he had never had someone look at him the way that Derek was. He was looking at him with happiness, pride, and a warmth that he couldn't quite name. Without thinking, Stiles straightened up and pressed his lips against Derek's.
Derek stood still for a moment, and then pulled Stiles in closer with a deft hand behind his head.
They kissed for several moments until Stiles had to pull away from lack of oxygen.
He panted for a couple of seconds and then beamed at Derek.
"Why don't we let the Pups go home and then keep doing that forever? Or at least until I have to head home to make dinner for my dad?"
Derek seemed to ponder Stiles suggestion, and then smirked.
"Being the gentleman that I am, I don't put out before I've at least been taken out to dinner first."
….
"…..Stiles. Stiles!"
Stiles looked up to a snapping finger and a slightly irated Derek.
"Huh?"
Derek just rolled his eyes and stated, "I was saying, before you spaced out, thank you for the Lemonade. The pack needed a break from training."
Stiles stared at him for a couple of seconds and then responded, "No problem. Lydia was the one who came up with the idea, anyway."
Derek nodded and jumped off the porch onto the ground, calling that break was over, back to training.
Everyone went grumbling back to their previous positions and resumed their drills.
Stiles went to go sit next to Lydia, trying to clear his head of the momentary fantasy that had popped into it.
Lydia smirked as he sat down and asked coyly, "Another scenario where Derek professes his love for you?"
"No. We just kissed in this one."
Lydia glared at Stiles.
"When are you ever going to admit your feelings to him?"
Stiles felt eyes on him from the yard and ducked his head, flushing.
"Never."