Snow. The stupid flakes fell with a frenzy to the earth like it was the end of the world. And it might as well be if much more came down. Stiles watched from the window as it came faster with each passing minute while Derek mulled about the loft. While Stiles normally loved the stuff, he watched with disdain in his inability to drive home in his beat up jeep and bald tires. Derek's Camaro did little more in the bad weather so for the foreseeable future, Stiles was stuck with Derek and his one bed, lack of couch, and minimal blankets.
"Can you turn up the heat up, just a bit? I don't have the ability to become a furnace like you to help keep myself warm. It's freezing in here and if I can't get warm soon, I'll just venture outside and make myself an igloo," Stiles practically begged. He put on his best puppy eyes that had nothing compared to Scott yet seemed to do nothing on the sourwolf. Derek merely glared at Stiles and returned to the book in his hand without even a word. "Or I can hop into your bed and make it smell like me. I know how much you'd love that for the next week."
"I would be okay with you sitting in my lap and keeping you warm that way," Derek offered dryly, without looking up from his page. Stiles jumped from the window seat he'd taken up for himself and practically vaulted over the coffee table to Derek's lap in a matter of seconds. "If you'd let me finish, I would have finished with a threat of sinking my teeth into your throat." Stiles flashed a quick smile before starfishing across Derek's lap and reveling in the warmth.
"You know you love the human contact despite how much you growl and flash your eyes to the contrary. You crave physical contact," Stiles murmured as he felt his eyelids slip closed and sleep come upon him quickly in the warmth that Derek radiated. "Just be glad that we can't go anywhere until at least morning so you can take all of this in until then." Derek gave an exhausted sigh before dropping his book to the floor unceremoniously. Giving up on trying to get in another chapter of the book, he tucked Stiles feet up so that they were caught between the arm rest of the couch and his thigh.
"I wouldn't mind it too much if I could smell you for a few days," Derek muttered into Stiles' hair as the younger of the pair finally drifted off to sleep.