Note
Since some of you wanted me to continue this
story I'm going to do so. I don't have a clue what's
going to happen in it, but guess that's gonna be a
surprise.
Enjoy! :D
Stiles was lying on his bed. He looked up at the roof and sighed heavily. It had been three months since that night at Derek's and nothing had happened. They had met at the meetings with the pack and fought Kate and Peter a few times, but neither of them mentioned that night. Stiles hadn't said a thing about it to Scott or Lydia. Not anyone.
Christmas was in one week and Stiles had gotten all the presents he needed. He even got one for Derek, just in case. All the thoughts in his head wouldn't let him sleep, but he still dozes off a little bit. He is almost asleep when he hears a faint knock on his window.
"Let me sleep, Scott. I'll see you tomorrow. No need to come up to my window in the middle of the night." He mumbles into his pillow. He hears the window get opened.
"Good thing I came tonight if you're seeing Scott tomorrow." A voice said and Stiles flew up in surprise.
"Derek!? What are you doing here? I mean, not to sound rude or anything, I just didn't expect…" Stiles says but is cut off by Derek.
"Just thought I'd drop by as it's soon Christmas and everything." He says, a smile playing in the corners of his mouth. Stiles nods and noticed he'd been drooling before Derek woke him up and tries to wipe it away, which only results in him feeling even more awkward.
"Good thing for you that you didn't drool on me. Then you wouldn't still be alive." Derek says. Stiles looks confused for a second, then realizes that Derek is talking about that night three months ago and blushes.
"So, did you want anything special, or did you just randomly decide to show up in the middle of the night?" Stiles asks, trying to break the awkwardness.
"Just decided to drop by." Derek answers. Stiles nods and they sit in silence for longer than Stiles would wish.
"Well, someone is gonna have to make the first move." Derek suddenly says. Stiles looks confused and Derek sighs.
"I guess that someone is going to be me." He says before leaning in and kissing Stiles right on the lips. Stiles stiffens in chock, but as soon as he get over the sudden chock, he relaxes and kisses Derek back.
They break apart after a while, and Derek smiles. Stiles takes the opportunity to actually look at Derek Hale smiling. A true rarity, which is a real shame to Stiles as his smile is one of the most beautiful things in the world.
"I'll drop by again in a few days. Now go back to sleep." Derek says softly while he walks back towards the window. Stiles snorts.
"As if I'm gonna be able to sleep now." He says, but walks towards his bed.
"Good night, Stiles." Derek says while climbing back outside.
"Good night, Derek." Stiles replies. He closes his eyes to the sound of the window closing.
"Dude, what's up with you today?" Scott asks for what have to be at least the fifth time that day. Stiles finish his piece of pizza before answering.
"I already told you, I had a nice evening and got myself a good night's sleep for the first time in months, that's all." He says. He had decided as soon as he woke up earlier that morning to not mention what was going on between him and Derek, at least not at the moment. Scott turns away from the TV screen to look at Stiles.
"Why don't you tell me why your evening was so nice then?" he asks.
"I was happy without any special reason and listened to music. It's been a long time since that happened, and I appreciate it." Stiles explains. Or rather, he lies. His evening had been crap before Derek turned up.
"Okay then. I don't really believe you, but it doesn't seem like I'm gonna get another explanation." Scott says and turns back to the TV. Stiles mentally high-fives himself for dodging any more questions.
As soon as Scott is gone Stiles sits down on his bed and stares into the thin air since he's got nothing else to do. The night passes slowly, and when it's midnight he finally feels like it's late enough to go to sleep.
He wakes up to a sudden cold wind sweeping through his room. He wraps the covers tighter around himself and sleepily turns around towards the window. He sees Derek carefully closing it.
"Derek? What are you doing here? My dad is gonna kill us both if he hear us." Stiles whispers, suddenly fully awake.
"You know that I can be quiet, right? I'm more worried about you waking him up." Derek smirks and walks over to the bed and sits down.
"When is your dad going to work anyway?" Derek asks. Stiles looks at the clock.
"In half an hour. At least he won't come in here, he always let me sleep as long as I want to during breaks and weekends." Stiles says quietly.
"Not too long left then." Derek whispers. They stay quiet until they hear Stiles dad driving to work.
"So, why would he kill us both if he saw me here?" Derek asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Because, he knows about all the werewolf-stuff and that you didn't kill anyone and all that but he still doesn't trust you, especially not since you are related to Peter, I've gotten hurt a lot lately and the fact that you are a werewolf. If he saw you in my room he would probably flip out." Stiles explains and Derek nods.
"Imma go get some breakfast now anyways." Stiles says and walks down the stairs with Derek right after him. He gets some bread and milk and is on his way to sit down at the table, but stops.
"Have you eaten any breakfast? It's pretty early." He asks Derek. Derek shakes his head.
"Nope. I don't eat much at all. I'm a bit busy with everything else. I don't eat or sleep more than necessary." He says like it's the most obvious thing ever. Stiles shakes his head.
"Then someone needs to change that. Sit down, Sourwolf." He says, pressing down Derek on a chair. Then he turns to the fridge.
"Let's see… do we have anything I can fix…" he says to himself as he drums a bit with his fingers.
Soon he is mixing pancake batter and running around the kitchen to look for things to have on them. He finds ice cream and jam from his secret place where he hides stuff from his dad to keep him from eating it. It isn't long until all the pancakes are done. He made a lot of them to get some for himself too. He puts plates and stuff on the table, and at last the pancakes.
"Eat." He orders and Derek obeys. He takes two pancakes together with some jam and ice cream and Stiles glares at him until he starts eating. He takes two pancakes too and starts eating.
"You're good at this." Derek says, his mouth full of food.
"Good. That means you can eat a lot." Stiles smirks and Derek nods.
"Definitely."
For someone who's not eating much, Derek eats an awful lot and seems really full when the last pancake is eaten.
"Thanks, Stiles. I needed that." Derek says with a little smile.
"Yeah you did. And today you're taking a day off and stay here." Stiles says.
"No I'm not. I think I'm close to finding a way to beat Kate and Peter. I need to work." Derek says in a determinated voice.
"Oh, good work. That you're close to finding a solution means that you've got the time and deserve a day off to get some rest. No objections." Stiles decides.
"Now, you move your ass over to the sofa while I do the dishes. And don't you dare leave the sofa." Stiles says, pulling Derek's chair out. Derek looks baffled about Stiles taking the command, and does as he's told. Soon Stiles is done with the kitchen and goes to join Derek.
"So, I hope you have seen Star Wars. Otherwise this relationship isn't gonna work out." Stiles says as he jumps down beside Derek. The werewolf looks surprised again. Then he shakes his head.
"No, I haven't." he admits.
"Good thing we can fix that right away then." Stiles says and gets the movies out and put the first one out. They spend the morning watching Star Wars. Then Stiles leave Derek in the sofa to make them some lunch. When he's done he carries two plates into the living room with pasta, salmon, sauce and vegetables.
"There's more in the kitchen." Stiles says before he starts eating.
"Are you trying to feed me up until I get fat?" Derek asks jokingly.
"Nope. I'm trying to make you eat a healthy amount of food. Now shut up and eat." Stiles say before stuffing his mouth with pasta.
As soon as all the food, including the food in the kitchen, is eaten Derek sits back with a heavy sigh and a hand on his stomach.
"If you are the one cooking, I could maybe start eating more." Derek says jokingly, but he secretly hope that Stiles will say yes, that boy is a fantastic cook!
"Okay then. Come over here when my dad is at work." Stiles says, happy to get a reason to see Derek more often. Derek nods and they go silent.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm thinking of celebrating Christmas with the pack on Christmas Eve. Do you feel like coming?" Derek asks.
"I am part of the pack?" Stiles asks with a wide smile.
"Of course you are. You're Scott's best friend and my boyfriend. I already thought you knew you were part of the pack." Derek smiles. Stiles' whole body fills with joy when Derek calls him his boyfriend and nods.
"Then I feel like coming." Ha says.
"Good. But I think I'll give you your present now instead." Derek says and pulls out a small box wrapped in silvery paper. Stiles jumps up.
"I'll be right back!" he shouts as he runs up the stairs to get his present for Derek. He gets it and runs down the stairs again, to see a very confused Derek.
"I got you something too." Stiles says while trying to catch his breath. He sits down and then neither of them make a move.
"I've got an idea." Stiles says. "How about we open them at the same time?" he asks.
"Great idea." Derek nods.
Derek is the first to unwrap his present and suddenly Stiles gets nervous. Derek opens the little box and smiles.
"I didn't really know what to get you so I took the first thing that came to mind." Stiles explains, afraid it isn't good enough.
"Stiles, shut up. It's awesome. Thanks." Derek says, holding up the necklace with a triskele of steel, painted black. He puts it over his head and smiles. Stiles feels relieved and continues opeing his present.
"I had some trouble to find anything for you too, so I also took the first thing that came to mind, after a bit of thinking." Derek explains. Stiles smiles and picks the wristband he got up. It's made out of leather, and got a few symbols embroidered on it in white. On the inside it has a few words in a different language.
"It's a line in Latin, meant for protection. I think you're gonna need it if you keep running right into danger. The symbols are mostly Celtic. Some of them you recognize, the others are for protection too." Derek explains. Stiles smiles.
"Thanks, Derek. I love it." He says, leans in and kisses Derek.