I think I have late night writing syndrome.
Disclaimer: I own my idea.
Arriving at the mall, Derek pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine, nudging Stiles, who was dozing lightly.
"We're here, sleepyhead." Derek smiled at his heavy eyed boyfriend, who was blinking himself awake and yawning widely. Stiles shook his head and clambered out of the car, Derek following suit, and locking the car.
Now wide awake, Stiles gazed up at the structure in front of them.
"Cute. Lunch?"
Agreeing, Derek tangled their fingers together and they headed for the rotating doors at the front of the mall. Once inside, they wandered until they found a quaint café, tucked away near the back.
"Is here okay?" Derek asked Stiles, who was studying the cupcakes in the window. He grinned widely and didn't answer, instead tugging Derek into the shop. But Stiles, being Stiles, didn't grab his hand. He had grasped his t-shirt, and now everyone in the small establishment was staring at him as he removed Stiles' long fingers from his top and slung his arm over his shoulders instead. Stiles hadn't noticed a thing, Derek noted fondly, too busy salivating over the various baked goods on display.
"Oh Derek look! They have pie, and shortbread, and Danish pastries, and cake and everything. Look at these cupcakes! Aren't they adorable?" Stiles beamed up at him, and Derek had never been able to resist that smile. Leaning down slightly, he pecked his charmingly clumsy boyfriend on the mouth. Stiles made a familiar happy noise and snuggled into his chest. Tucking his nose into Derek's neck, they comfortably leaned into each other as the queue gradually moved and they got closer to the till.
"Hi! Welcome to Susie's, what can I get the two of you?" The cheery girl at the till waited for them to order.
"Hi, could we have a black coffee, and a water, two of the special sandwiches, and one of those cupcakes, please." Derek was promptly squeezed to within an inch of his life, as Stiles celebrated the cupcake purchase.
The girl smiled dreamily at them as she readied their order, and continued to do so as Derek paid.
"Can I just say, you two are the most adorable couple ever!" She gushed.
Stiles smiled widely and kissed Derek on the cheek, then picked up their tray and scampered over to a table.
"Keep hold of him." The girl said. "He's a keeper."
"I know." Derek smiles and joins his boyfriend, who is already halfway through his sandwich. He averts his eyes guiltily as Derek mock frowns and chews rapidly, cheeks straining like a hamster.
They eat relatively quickly, Derek sipping at his coffee, as Stiles chugs his water. When he reaches the cupcake, he whips out his phone, takes a picture and then posts it on twitter.
"Hipster." Derek mutters. Stiles looks over and replies, "You love it" before taking a huge bite and getting frosting everywhere.
"Erm...you've got..." Derek gestures to the entirety of Stiles' face. Wiping his face, Stiles manages to remove most of the frosting.
"Here." Derek says, shifting closer. "You missed a bit." He carefully removes the frosting with his thumb, and offers it to Stiles, who licks it off in a stupidly attractive way.
From behind Derek, there is a shriek of excitement.
"Oh my god, you two are dating?!" A blonde teenager is standing in front of them, waving her hands about.
"Hey, Erica." Derek greets her casually. Stiles waves.
"'Sup Catwoman." Erica frowns, and stares at them.
"So, you aren't going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Stiles replies.
"How long you've been dating. I mean, this cannot be something that has been going on for months." Erica waits expectantly.
"There isn't much to tell." Derek says. "We liked each other, I kissed him, we went on a few dates, he asked me to be his boyfriend, I said yes." Stiles shrugs non-committally.
"Went pretty well. You didn't tear my throat out. With your teeth."
Derek grins.
"How long?" Erica practically yells.
They look at each other to check, both mentally checking off the months in their heads.
"A year? Year and a half?" Stiles nods.
"Give or take." Derek adds.
"What!?" Erica is obviously shocked. "Who else knows?" She demands.
"The sheriff. You."
"How have we not noticed?" She looks genuinely puzzled, and Derek laughs.
"Because no one pays attention. We've smelled of each other for nearly a year and a half and no one has paid any attention to it."
Stiles stands, hugs a still stunned Erica, and hauls Derek away to look at some hats.