Cold
One cold December afternoon Stiles and Derek were relaxing in the loft. Well Derek was relaxing Stiles on the other hand was bored out of his mind. Not only was he bored he was freezing, it was so cold in loft this that he thought his were gonna freeze off when he got up to go to the bathroom. "Why wasn't it this cold last night?" He wondered to himself as he lay on the couch staring at the ceiling. "O that's right, I was snuggled up to the walking space heater that is my boyfriend." That's when Stiles had an idea.
"Hey Derek…. I know you have enough body heat to last forever, but unfortunately I don't so… Could you maybe turn-"
He didn't get the chance to finish because the next thing he knew he was being squished into the cushions by Derek's considerable form. His arms circling Stiles' waist as he buried his face into his neck.
"Better?" Derek asked his voice muffled
"Much better..." Stiles replied a smile playing across his lips "...but can we do this so you're not crushing my lungs?"
"Yea" Derek shifted so that they were on their sides as Stiles snuggled closer. Derek grabbed the huge afghan that was hanging off the back of the couch and wrapped it around them. He listened to Stiles' heartbeat as he fell asleep.
"Hey Der?"
"Yea babe?"
"I love you."
"I love you too…" he said as he placed a kiss on the top of Stiles' head "… now go to sleep."