Hey guys, if you're on Tumblr or Part of "The Pack" then you know that many have requested a story on what happened when Scott was passed out during the Season Premier. It's just a short drabble, but could turn into something much more, depending on your reactions to it. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for coming x

The two watched as Scott slumped to the floor. Putting the torch down far away from the nervous looking Stiles, Derek inspected the marking.

"It looks fine."
"What do you mean looks?" Stiles asked appalled.
"I don't know."
The two searched into each other's eyes, both looking for something to say.
"You grew your hair out from last time I saw you," Derek remarked, his cheeks flushing a bit. He hid this by scratching his stubble.
"I—uh….yeah. Decided to change things up a bit."
Derek raised his mouth into a crocked smile.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just…Scott's so hung up on wanting something permanent, while you…you want the change."
"What's wrong with wanting change?" Stiles demanded, suddenly aware of their subconscious movement closer to each other.
"Nothing's wrong with it….it's just…funny."
"Derek Hale finds something funny. Alert the media."
"Cute."
Stiles pushed out his bottom lip slightly in a pout. He looked up into Derek's fierce green eyes, yet now they were gentle and soft. Stiles got the message.
"Derek," Stiles mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"How…how long do you think Scott will be out?"
The two were centimeters from each other, their lips nearly brushing against one another. Derek had grabbed onto Stiles' plaid shirt with both of his hands.
"'Cause I mean…I have a lot of homework."
"Are you sure that's what you want to go with?"
"No."
"Okay."
Stiles trailed his hands up his back as Derek pulled him closer, bringing their lips together briefly. Stiles pulled away and sneaked a look over at Scott.
"Yeah, we're fine," he assured himself, before bouncing up onto his toes and kissing the taller of the two, surprising the werewolf and knocking him a bit off balance. Derek's hand traveled through Stiles' new (to him) hair. He handled him gently. Though he wanted nothing more than to be rough and straightforward with him, tonight wasn't the night to be. Especially with two unconscious werewolves in the room. Derek cupped Stile's face as he continued to kiss him passionately. Stiles felt weak at the knees and fell forward into Derek's chest who smiles into the kiss.

Let your imaginations wander my fellow Sterek shippers.

I know that's it ridiculously short & all, but I wrote it in like 5 minutes sooo...
This is on my tumblr as well midnightcas
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! Please R&R

Much Love x