Coming out of sleep is slow and languid. Mostly because I am wrapped in the best blanket ever. As I shift a bit trying to get more comfortable the arms around my waist tighten and keep me still. "It's too early. Go back to sleep." Derek's nose nuzzles in closer to the space behind my ear and breathes in a deep breath taking in my scent. I really want to just fall back asleep, but today is a big day. I huge day really and there is so much to do before my birthday party tonight.
"Der, Dad is waiting downstairs for my birthday breakfast. And if we aren't down there soon he is going to come knocking, and that is the last thing we want. Considering your state of dress." For some reason Derek can't seem to be able to keep a shirt on when we sleep. I mean I know he runs warmer than your average person, but when sleeping at my dad's house he really should know better. I always make sure to have at least a shirt and boxers on. I mean really, I would be totally fine sleeping naked. But dad would not appreciate it that much.
He lets out a low growl but doesn't move from his position. "Happy Birthday. Now I don't have to feel like such a pedophile."
"Hey, just cause I'm eighteen now doesn't mean anything. I was totally consenting and knew what I was getting myself into. My dad gave you his permission, kinda, and you knew there was no way we were going to be able to wait till now. You do remember last summer when I had to have different members of the pack sleep over every night just to keep you from ravishing me, right?"
He laughs into my skin. "I wouldn't say 'ravish' so much as take you apart piece by piece." He starts placing kisses along my neck, that is one of my many weaknesses, but today I will not be tricked. Today I have focus. Maybe. Now he's just teasing me, well two can play at that game.
I start to push up into the little nips and bites while slowly grinding back on his pelvis. His morning wood is very prominent through his cotton boxer-briefs and I can feel a bit of a wet spot right where the head rests against my lower back. His hands move from their tight grip to my waist and turn to wandering my body. Just as he starts thrusting into me, I quickly slip from the bed and dart to the other side of the room. "Uh-uh. That will have to wait for later. I have a very busy day planned, and most of it I would be more than willing to skip, but you know how the pack gets when they don't get their way. So you will just have to wait your turn." He growls and pulls the covers up over his head like a petulant teenager.
I move over to the dresser to pull out some clothes for the day and make my way to the bathroom. After I get the water to the temperature I like, I remove my bed clothes and slip under the hot water. Just as I am starting to soap up my chest the shower curtain moves back allowing some cool air in but then there is a warm body pressing against me and Derek's hands replace mine. "You better behave. I was serious, I really wish I had the time, but I don't."
"Shhh. Just relax. Let me take care of you." His hands start to massage the soap into my skin and all I can do is fall back against his chest. The movements are sensual and tranquil. After a few minutes of his hands dragging all over my body, he moves me under the spray and lets all the soap wash off of me. Then pulls me back to him and lathers up some shampoo in his hand to start rubbing it into my scalp. I love it when he does this, there is nothing like letting someone else wash your hair.
My body starts to react of it's own volition and it doesn't take long till I am at full mast. But Derek's hands stay in my hair until he has lathered it enough and then puts me under the spray once again. After my hair is dripping free of suds he pulls me back one last time, wrapping an arm around my chest and snaking the other down to grab at the base of my cock, and gently starts a slow jacking motion. His hand is still slick from the shampoo and it gives just enough friction without too much pull. Then his mouth is biting down on the crook of my neck and shoulder. I am so hard it hurts and I know that it won't be long until I am finished. "Derek-"
"Shhh. I got you." He moves his mouth to start a new mark on the other side of my neck and lets his fingers on my chest move to my nipple. He knows all the little things that get me off fast and right now he is hitting almost all of them. A few moments later I am spilling over his hand and gasping for breath as I sag into his embrace. The strokes slow as I come down and Derek brings his hand up to lick away the drops of semen left there. That is always so hot no matter how many times he does it.
His hardness is pressing into my back but when I turn to grab it he holds my hand. "Not yet. We have to get downstairs, and you have a busy day to prepare for."
"Derek!" It comes out whiny and childish, but I am so far from caring.
"Nope. Now scoot." I give him a huff and then a light kiss before stepping out of the shower to dry and get dressed. He still has to wash up and presumeably take care of himself before he comes down, but I know that later we are going to have more time together so I am not too upset.
After I get dressed I go downstairs and find the table set for three with a huge mound of pancakes and turkey bacon. Dad is already reading the paper and has a plateful in front of him. So I serve my own up. On my pancakes I spread some chocolate hazelnut spread with some fresh strawberries then pour myself a large glass of milk. "Happy Birthday son." Dad folds up the paper and take a sip of his coffee, giving me a warm smile.
"Thanks, dad." I don't say much more because I am stuffing my face with my traditional birthday breakfast. He gives a soft chuckle and starts eating his own. A few minutes later Derek comes down and piles a few pancakes on his plate, drenching them in maple syrup. His sweet tooth still catches me off guard sometimes, but it's always fun to see him really dig in when his guard is down like it is now.
"So, you have a big day planned?"
I swallow the mouthful of food before I answer. "Yeah, Erica, Isaac, and Alison want to have lunch, then the pack wants to hang out before Lydia's not so surprise party tonight. Is it okay if I spend the night at Derek's? That'swhere the party is, and it will probably be late before it's over." With a hopeful look and my best puppy dog eyes, I am hoping that he will give in. I mean it is a Saturday night and we don't have anything planned for tomorrow so…
He sighs in resignation. "Yeah, I suppose. Just be careful and try not to get too out of hand."
"Don't worry Sir. I'll make sure that nothing gets too crazy."
"Derek, how many times do I have to tell you to call me John?" Dad gives him a smile. I am so glad that they get along with each other. They have even bonded over baseball and, much to my displeasure, my 'antics', as they call them. But in the end, I am just happy that the two most important people in my life are able to really get along.
"Sorry, John."
"No problem, son." Derek's flinch is barely noticeable, and if you weren't looking for it you wouldn't see it. But it happens every time Dad calls him that. It's not from sadness or fear though, it's because he doesn't want to disappoint dad. He wants to live up to the term of endearment. The pack is our family, and Derek holds that closer than most of us.
Dad tells us that he'll get the dishes and to have fun today. So Derek and I go back up to my room so I can get my things before leaving for the day. Derek flops down on the bed and pulls out the book he is currently reading but before he can crack it open, I lie down next to him and bury my face in his neck. "Stiles, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I mean it isn't nothing, but…"
"But what?" He wraps his arms around me and hold me tight to him.
"Okay, so you know how today is my eighteenth birthday, but everyone thinks it's my seventeenth because I haven't corrected them, because I was held back a year when my mom died?" He nods making slow circles on my back, silently urging me on. "Well, when I got my mom's jeep, I found a letter in the glove box and it said to wait to open on my eighteenth birthday. My mom wrote it to me, and I was just wondering if you would come with me to read it. I don't really want to read it alone, but I don't want anyone there either. Except you, that is. If you don't want to you don't have to, I can handle-" He stops my talking with a gentle kiss.
"Of course I'll go with you. When?"
"Now?"
"Okay." He pulls us up to our feet and throws his book back on the bed, then gathers up his phone, wallet, and keys. Then I dig in my drawer to pull at the hidden compartment and grab the envelope that hold my mother's final words to me. "Do you want me to drive?"
"That would probably be best. I don't know what is in the letter, so I don't know how I'll be after I read it." I can't meet his eyes, but his arms wind around me and he pulls my chin up to meet his eyes.
"It's okay Stiles. You don't have to be the strong one today." His lips are soft and tentative when they touch mine. "I'll be your strength today." I can already feel the tears burning behind my eyes so I just put my face on his chest and let his embrace steady me.
It only takes a few minutes and we are moving downstairs to his car and driving out to the graveyard where mom is buried. He knows me well enough that I didn't even have to tell him that, that is where I wanted to go to read it. That I want to be as close to her as possible when I read through the letter.
Before I know it we are at the gates and slowly walking our way through the headstones. As we approach hers, my legs slow and my breathing starts hitching. Derek's hand is on my back rubbing small circles and reminding me that he is still there with me. Finally we reach her marker and I sit down facing it, with Derek settling himself behind me with his legs on either side, bracing me for what I'm about to do. He places one arm around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. "Hey mom. I'm eighteen today! Who knew I would make it this far? Things are calm for once around here, and hopefully they can stay that way for a while. Otherwise life is pretty great. Wish you could be here to see it all and I miss you so much, but Derek's here, and I know that everything will be fine." I turn and peck him on the cheek. "Well, here goes nothing." I open the envelope and pull out the letter.
Dear Genim,
You're eighteen today! An adult! So here are a few things I want you to do and a few that I don't.
Things to do.
Buy a lottery ticket and use the numbers of yours and your father's birthdays. Who knows you just might win a million dollars!
Go to an underage club and dance all night. Tell your father to let you stay out past curfew and say that I am the one who gave you permission. If you have to, show him this letter as proof. Take a few friends or that special someone if you've met them yet. Have fun, let loose, live carefree for one night.
Vote in the next election. I don't care what it's for, but make sure you know what you are doing. You now have a say in what happens in the world around you[,] and I want you to use that power no matter what you're beliefs or values are.
Should you be able to take the needle and be of good health, donate some blood. You know how much one donation can mean to someone who is in need of it. Give back to the world. Good Karma is something you can hold in spades.
Things to not do
Get a tattoo. This one is conditional. I only want you to get one if you have thought about it for at least six months, know what you want, and are able to live with the fact that it is a mark that will stay with you for forever. It esentialy becomes a scar on your skin. So give it some serious though before you do it.
Buy any form of Tabaco products. I really don't want you to become a smoker or get addicted to nicotine. You grandfather was a smoker and it is the worst smell in the world. No one wants to smell it even if they are too kind to say anything.
Enlist in the military. I don't mean don't do it. It would be very brave of you to make this commitment, but that is what it is. A commitment that is not easily broken. I don't know what the world is like but it is a dangerous place in everyday life let alone in a war zone. If you do make this courageous decision I will be all the more proud of you. Talk to you father about it first, though. He may have some interesting things to say to about your choice.
Tell your father that I love him, and that he shouldn't beat himself up about the things that have happened since my passing. I know he will, and that occasionally it will come across that he is upset with you. Really he is just upset with himself. He isn't always the best at expressing himself and that can lead to misunderstandings, but he has the best of intentions at heart. Make sure to give him a few extra hugs and tell him often how much you care for him. He gives off the tough act, but he is a big old softy at heart.
I know that whatever choices you make in your life you will have made me and your father proud. Even now you are one of the bravest kids I know. I wish I could see the man you become, to have been a part of your life and not left you at such a young age. But the thing about wishes, is if everyone got them, life wouldn't be worth living. I had an amazing life filled with love and I wouldn't take that back for anything. The last thing I want you to do is to find that. Find a love worth holding onto and never let it go. Life is going to throw you a few curveballs when you least expect it, you just have to roll with the punches, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and keep going.
You are an incredible person and don't let anyone tell you differently. Keep your sense of wonder and let your imagination take you to places you didn't know you could reach. There are people out there who will try to hold you back, but don't let them. Keep striving for whatever goals you set for yourself, and then go further. You can do anything you set your mind to, you just have to believe in yourself. With that, you can go anywhere in this crazy world.
I will always love you. And I will be with you always.
With all my love and heart,
Claudia Stilinski
The whole time I am reading, Derek is buried in my neck not looking over my shoulder. As I read the tears start to fall noiselessly and Derek rubs circles on my stomach silently telling me that it is okay to let it all out. As I read her final words I am sobbing and after reading the last letter I turn and hide myself in his chest. The tears fall faster than I can wipe them away and eventually I give up even trying.
I don't know how long we sit there, but I know that there is no way I am going to be able to make lunch with my three best friends even though my tears have ended. Derek senses that and without asking calls Erica. "Hey, so Stiles isn't going to be able to make lunch with you guys." There is a pause where she speaks and he has the volume down so low that I can't hear what she is saying on the other line. "No, he just can't make it." His eyes meet mine and I give him permission to tell them about the letter. They will understand. "He can't make it because he read a letter that was written by his mother. We will meet up with you guys at the house this afternoon as planned." Another pause as she responds. "I'll tell him, thank you." He hangs up and moves his arm back around me and we sit quietly for a while longer before we get up and make our way over to the Hale plot to give our respects.
We make our way to our clearing and spend the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon there. Mom was right when she said that life would throw me some curveballs. I was ushered into a world that I didn't know existed and because of it I was able to meet the love of my life. I know that mom would like Derek. I've told him that many times, and I know that he will support me no matter what I want to do and I him. Together there is nothing we can't face and come out on top. Later we will go to the party and he will put on a brave face in front of all the people he doesn't know, but at the end of the night, it's just him and me. You shouldn't let all your dreams rest on one person, but with Derek I can and know that he will hold them safely for me and never let them go sour. So for now we sit and relax in our space and just bask in each other. In the end it's all either of us really needs.
I know I could have gone further with this, but I really just wanted this to be about the Letter and how Stiles' relationship with Derek has progressed over the first year they have been together. So sorry to those of you who wanted to see more, but I won't be going further with this than I did.
Not sure what the next one will be, whatever I happen to get the inspiration for I guess lol.
