THIRTY DAYS OF US
DAY 2 - CUDDLING
Pairing: fem!StilesxDerek
Rating: T (for paranoia)
[i don't own teen wolf :*(]
Stiles yawned loudly before slapping a hand over her mouth, realizing that she was in a house of werewolves. After a few moments, she sighed to herself and sipped her hot chocolate. Apparently werewolves were heavy sleepers, too.
The pack had gotten together that night for a movie night. It wasn't until they realized it was midnight did the teenagers call their respective guardians and- after several sessions of lectures- decided to stay the night at the Hale house. The numerous pack couples had their own rooms: Scott and Allison, Boyd and Erica, and Jackson and Lydia. Issac and Stiles were lucky enough to get their own rooms as Peter went back to his apartment, muttering something about 'annoying puppies' before he slammed the front door. Derek had gone into his room had hadn't been seen since.
Now, at almost two in the morning, everyone was asleep- everyone save Stiles, of course.
The human girl had tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She expected it was because she didn't have her nighttime medication. Normally she would have it at a pack sleepover, to the werewolves' and their sensative noses' chagrin, but tonight she had left it at home, not expecting to spend the night.
Stiles sighed, rubbing her tired eyes with her long sleeve. The girl was wearing a shirt she had stolen from her father some many years ago- long-sleeved and blazened with a faded 49-er's logo. It went down to her mid-thigh, covering her boxer shorts, and the sleeves ran just up to her fingertips.
Stiles bit her lips as the steps squeaked, wincing and waiting for the shouting to commence. After several moments, she breathed another sigh of relief at how tired the pack must have been.
As she walked by the doors, Stiles counted the people behind them in a miniscule utterance. "Lyd and Jax... Scotty and Allie... Vern and Eri... Izzy... Der-"
"Ahnnn..."
Stiles froze a moment, a frown on her lips and her eyebrows furrowing. Her pixie nose twitched as she leaned her ear towards Derek's door, listening to see if she heard what she thought she heard.
"N-N... hnn..."
Stiles's eyes widened. Standing there in the freezing hallway, her toes rubbing each other in an attempt to stay warm, the teenager pulled her cocoa closer to her face to alow the steam to warm her ears and nose. She bit her lip and thought of what to do. Of course, she had comforted Issac over nightmares often during sleepovers- and Lydia every once in a while- but she had never thought that Derek had nightmares.
Another groan of pain- of fear, Stiles realized with a shock- came from the room, and the girl reached out towards the doorknob. She hesitated, but another moan from inside the room pushed her forward. Hissing as the door creaked loudly, the girl's eyes drifting over to where Derek's bed was. She felt something pierce her heart when she saw the state the werewolf was in.
Derek's legs were tied up in his sheets, his bare chest sweaty and rising and falling rapidly. His head was tossing and turning as he groaned, his fingers clawing at the mattress he rested on. Stiles's eyes widened when she saw Derek's fangs and claws come out and fade away again in rapid succession. She had only ever seen Derek like this once before, and there was a particularly nasty wolfsbane bullet to the chest when that had happened.
Setting her mug down on the bureau silently, Stiles slunk over to where Derek was lying, panting and grunting as he fought invisible foes in his mind. "N-N... No..." he moaned, shaking his head. "D-Don'... Don' touch 'em..." he grunted, digging his claws into the mattress. Stiles reached out slowly, beginning by caressing Derek's hand with her fingertips.
"Derek?" she whispered, unsure whether or not to wake the Alpha.
Derek threw his head to the side, letting out a low snarl. "S-St... N-No... Don' touch 'er..."
Stiles's lower lip trembled as she began to slowly rub Derek's shoulder with one hand, the other running up and down his forearm. "Derek? Derek, it's me- it's Stiles. Please, calm down. It's okay," she crooned faintly. "Ssh, Derek. It's okay. It's okay... Calm down, now- please?"
To Stiles's relief, Derek's muscles began to relax. She let out a breath before contining. "See? It's okay, Derek. Everyone's okay. It's me- It's Stiles... Just please calm down, alright? I'll make bacon in the morning- and not that fake turkey-bacon. My dad got some bacon at the store and I took it from him- don't want him to have a heart attack, anyways... So please calm down, Derek, and I'll make you some crispy bacon in the morning..."
Derek let out a sigh in his sleep, his tensed face finally calming with the rest of his body. Stiles smiled faintly as she gently trailed a finger down the man's scruffy face, giggling when he sniffled and scrunched up his nose.
Stiles turned to get her cocoa and go back to her room, when a sudden force attacked her gut and pulled her onto the bed. The air forced from her lungs, Stiles gasped for breath and cursed. "The- the Hell?" she whispered as she looked down at the thick arm around her waist. The girl looked over her shoulder and let out a groan when she realized that Derek, in his sleep, had decided to use her as a hug pillow.
Stiles squirmed and struggled, trying to pry Derek's arm off of her. This only had the adverse effect, though, as the werewolf wrapped his other arm around Stiles's waist and tugged her tighter into his chest, grumbling hushedly before he burrowed his face in her choppy hair.
Stiles's face was bright red by now, and she let out a huff of air as she tried to think of what to do. If it was Issac, it wouldn't be a big deal. If it were Scott, she would smack him around until he woke up. But with Derek... Derek shifted again, and Stiles looked over her shoulder to see his face.
She smiled sadly.
The Alpha's normally gruff features were smooth and calm, his eyes closed lightly over his cheeks. His scruffy lips were parted slightly as breaths flew in his nose and came back out of his mouth silently. With his hair flopping restlessly into his face, the fearsome werewolf looked more like a sleepy puppy.
Stiles took in a deep breath through her nose, closing her eyes as she forced herself to relax. If she was going to be stuck awake all night, it might as well be with the gorgeous Derek Hale using her as a hug pillow.
Stiles hadn't planned on falling asleep.
As the two slumbered on, they shifted. Derek laid on his back, only arm linked tightly around Stiles's waist, one thrown loosely over her back to rest against her shoulder blades. Stiles had snuggled into Derek's side, one hand resting on his chest with the other hooked under his shoulder, her fingers resting near his hair. They slept together all night, cuddling the nightmares away.
yay! another fluffy chapter! please review and tell me what you think!
