Okay, so I am putting these up while I work on my next, multi-chapter Sterek fic. I wanted to give you guys some fluff before I depressed you with my angst.

So, thanks for reading, I do not own what is not mine, and leave me a comment if you can.

See ya

"So, what have we learned tonight?" I asked as I opened my front door.

"You're an arrogant winner." Derek replied, the corners of his mouth tilting up.

"And…?" I prompted closing the door behind us.

"I should never play mini golf with you ever again." Derek stated following me up the stairs

"And…?" Silence followed my words. "Der, and…?" More silence followed, so I sighed and finished the sentence for him, "…and that you cannot play putt-putt to save your life, your dancing skills are subpar at best, and singing just isn't your thing."

"Are you done?" Derek asked as I opened my bedroom door.

"No," I replied, turning to face him, "I have plenty more to…" lips crashed into mine, effectively cutting me off. Hey, this was an activity I could get behind. Why did I need to talk anyway? Talking was blah compared to this; this was a much more efficient way to use my lips.

Stumbling across my bedroom, without breaking the kiss, I pushed Derek's jacket off his shoulders, and it fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Shoes were kicked off as we collapsed onto my bed. Derek landed on his back, and I maneuvered myself so I was sitting on him, staring down at him.

"Come on, Alpha," I spoke softly, leaning down to run my tongue across Derek's lips. "Show me what you've got." A playful growl came from the back of his throat and suddenly I was on my back, Derek lingering over me, smirking as his lips engulfed mine again.

"Not, not fair," I murmured between kisses, our ragged breathing intertwining together. "…used, used wolf powers." Derek strayed from my lips, and it took all of my concentration to keep talking. "Can't, can't always rely…"

"Stiles," Derek murmured looking down at me.

"Shut up?" I guessed, giving him a sheepish smile. A wolfish grin answered me, and my mouth was engulfed by Alpha lips again. I could shut up; I could totally shut up.

The kissing turned more intense, and my sweatshirt and Derek's Henley joined his leather jacket on the floor. I knew better than to get my hopes up. Derek had been vehemently against the whole 'sex thing' until my eighteenth birthday, and since that wasn't for another seven and a half months, I knew we were going to stop before anything 'life changing' happened.

"You, you know…" I started shivering as Derek's mouth found my neck. "You, keep…leaving hickeys…" I shivered again, my words turning into an involuntary moan. I gave up trying to talk, knowing it was useless anyway. I wanted to complain about the fact that I was starting to look like a leopard, and that it wasn't fair that the marks I left on Derek healed almost instantly, but that's what happened when I had a werewolf boyfriend; stupid werewolf powers.

"Stiles!" I suddenly heard my father call, and, in surprise, both Derek and I fell off my bed with a loud thump.

"Crap," I swore, scrambling to my feet. Derek and I began collecting his clothes. "Why didn't you hear him?" I hissed, shoving his Henley at him.

"You distract me," Derek retorted under his breath.

"Stop letting me," I snapped with a sigh causing him to roll his eyes. For a split second, I debated whether or not to shove him under my bed, but ended up shoving him out of my open window. Slamming the window shut, I jumped on my bed just as my father opened my bedroom door. "Hey Dad," I greeted, glancing up from an upside down magazine. I quickly rectified my mistake, grinning sheepishly.

"Stiles," my dad said slowly, eyeing me cautiously. "Is Derek staying for dinner?"

"What? Who said…?

My dad crossed the room, pulled the window open, and stuck his head outside. "Hey Derek," he greeted quietly.

"Hey," Derek responded softly, surprising me. You'd think the guy would have taken off once he realized he had been caught. Of course, he could have already known my dad was aware of him-maybe my father had some freaky EPS thing when it came to Derek or something-and just decided there was no point in running.

"Are you staying for dinner?"

"Yeah," he answered and my dad nodded. With a smirk, he lift an eyebrow at me and walked out of the room. As Derek ducked back into my room, I buried my face in my hands and fell onto my back. I should have shoved him under the bed.

Okay, so not exactly fluff, but the next two chapters are (I have them finished). So, expect a new chapter next Monday.