Derek, Stiles and everything else
Mouths, still
'Fair enough,' Stiles repeated, mentally tacking on, whatever you say, Derek. As a bonus, he nodded vigorously to show that he agreed. Oh God, this moment was lasting forever and Stiles could already feel boredom settling over him again like some crazy-making blanket. He was about to say something when – sweet merciful Jesus – Scott appeared.
'Scott! Hi! Derek, Scott is here!'
Derek paid absolutely no attention to the ridiculous display that was Stiles flailing around. He simply nodded curtly at Scott and disappeared into the trees. Stiles waited a while and then heaved a sigh of relief. Beaming, he caught Scott on the shoulder with a friendly jab.
'Dude, I could kiss you,' Stiles gushed. Scott looked mightily embarrassed. More embarrassed than was strictly called for under the circumstances, Stiles thought.
'I'll pass,' Scott replied drily, immediately following that up with, 'Did you just have a conversation with Derek about how pretty his mouth is?'
'No…'
Stretching out a word didn't suddenly make it the truth. That was a lesson Stiles never really learned. Damn Scott and his stupid werewolf senses, he thought instead. Denial was futile.
'Alright, yeah, that happened,' Stiles admitted.
'Why?'
'Cause he asked.'
Scott frowned.
'Derek Hale asked you if you thought he had a pretty mouth?'
'I need you to stop saying pretty mouth. Seriously, please stop,' Stiles pleaded. His best friend snickered.
'I'm trying to wrap my head around this, I swear. I just want to understand,' Scott protested. He looked serious, but sounded oh so amused.
'I think it's better for our friendship if you forget that you heard that. Let's do that.'
'I can't! It's too funny.'
Scott burst out laughing while Stiles squirmed.
'Not cool, bro. He said that my mouth isn't for talking. What do you think that means?'
'Must be code for shut up, Stiles.'
'No, that can't be it.'