Derek saunters into the diner, Laurie nodding at him, preparing him an order of large curly fries and a medium vanilla milkshake. Derek waits on a stool, brooding and sourfaced. A familiar scent strikes his nose then.

Peter.

He feels the seat to his left become filled suddenly and he turns to look at the other beta wolf slowly with a scowl and a sigh.

"Ya know Derek, I didn't think you would travel outside Beacon Hills, much less your own house for a kid that you seem to despise."

Derek snorts and Peter hits him with an accusing look. "Do you know how much I had to lie to him. Derek? He was so persistent. We both know that you are courting him. All the other wolves have backed off him at pack meetings. Derek, how long do you suppose it will be until he figures out that I have lied to him, and before his research starts to turn up that you have steadily been courting him since you first met, but that your relative emotional retardation has kept him from his favorite grumpy wolf?"

Derek's hands clench and unclench the grimy counters the diner rhythmically, indicating how wary and nervous he is. He knows deep down that his uncle is right, and he knows that when Stiles does find out, he will be hurt and angry that Derek never said anything.

Peter just snorts and looks at his nephew with a pitying look. "How 'bout you make your intentions a little more clear Romeo?"

With that his uncle disappears from the diner and out the door, the smell of his expensive aftershave wafting after him like a slimy trail. The counter is starting to crumble under Derek's grip and he lets go. His order is called then and he rushes to get it, curly fries still steaming and he makes a split second decision.

"Laurie, I am so sorry to bother you, but can I get a burger added on to this order?"

Derek's smile adds all the Hale charm and Laurie looks stunned for a minute. She's middle aged and desperate for attention. She quickly nods and smiles, fixing her cleavage on the way back and checking her reflection in the mirror on the way past.

He waits the extra five minutes and is surprised with an extra order of curly fries. He thanks the waitress and when he sees her number in the bottom of the greasy white paper bag he makes sure to throw it out by the trash can near his car.

He drives in silence, feeling butterflies flutter around the pit of his stomach. How is Stiles gonna react? Is he gonna shut Derek out? Is he gonna scream at Derek and ask him why? Why would a diseased creature ever think about wanting him?

Derek worries and curses himself, thinks about turning around at least 14 times. He finally pulls in front of the small Stilinski residence. He is finally in front of the residence and is on the verge of panicking. He swallows it down and finally gets his wussy werewolf ass out of the car and high tails it up the side of the wall and into Stiles's room.

The teenager has his nose deep into the works of some Latin based book. He finally sees the werewolf and does the customary flail and falls off his bed. He glares at Derek and then his eyes lock on the greasy white paper bag and Stiles looks as if he was stuttering through an orgasm by the look on his face. Derek kind of groans and Stiles rips the paper bag out of his hands and quickly takes the curly fries and the milkshake. He then looks up confused.

"Derek, I don't eat burgers."

Derek looks impassive and takes the bag back and pulls the burger out of the bag, sitting down on Stiles's bed and making himself comfortable against the headboard. He then carefully unwraps the delicacy and takes the first bite into his mouth. He moans at the juices flowing out onto his lips.

Derek sneaks a look at Stiles and he sees the teenager looking at him with unrestrained lust. He is looking at Derek with a look likes he wants to lick the burger juice off of the wolf's lips. Derek finally fully turns to look at the teenager and Stiles looks away quickly.

"So what are you gonna do Sourwolf, sit here in my room on my bed?"

"There is room for you." Derek scoots over and pats the space beside him, giving a cheeky grin, thinking that Stiles will continue to sit in his computer chair to effectively demolish his curly fries. But instead the teenager's face sets in a grim yet determined line and he calmly gets up and fixes his food on the bedside table. He nudges Derek and the wolf scoots over against the wall of which the teenager's bed is pushed against.

Stiles makes himself quite comfortable against the headboard next to Derek. Both of them sit in tense silence, eating their food, trying to think of things to say.

Not surprisingly, Stiles speaks first.

"So any reason why you decided to stay after the drop off and not tuck tail and run?" The teasing tone of the statement is clear but under it, Derek thinks he hears just a hint of hope, but maybe it's just wishful thinking.

Derek just shrugs and continues to eat his burger. His throat has tightened up considerably with Stiles sitting this close. He swallows his bite though, maybe with difficulty, but he does it. Damn Peter, he may have been right but this whole making it more clear, is quickly crashing and burning. Derek has to salvage this quickly if any progress is to be made out of this visit.

"You always do research alone, so I thought you could use some company."

Derek feels Stiles freeze next to him. He then feels the teenager's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head. He feels the teen vibrate with questions and inquiries. The teen stills and Derek can see him working through his questions, discarding important ones and picking one question that will get him the most information.

"Why would you want to keep me company?" he finally asks.

Derek feels it hit the air and the atmosphere shifts around the them. This is the defining moment, the one where Derek makes or breaks it. He is silent for awhile, listening to his heartbeat in his own ears.

After awhile Stiles sighs, letting Derek's silence win.

"I wanted to."

There it is. It's out there. The ball is now in Stiles's court.

Derek's deep voice rings out in the small room and Derek both hears and feels Stiles's brain lock up. Derek sneaks a look and sees the query register UNKNOWN DATA.

Derek continues to eat and lets Stiles work it out in the silence of his own mind. Derek quietly finishes his burger and begins to get up before Stiles catches his arm. The teenager is blushing furiously and Derek finds that is stirs something in his chest. It is something foreign yet undeniably sweet and warm. It makes Derek's toes curl in his boots as he waits for Stiles to spit it out.

"Do you maybe wanna... you know... Umm, stay and watch a movie?" Stiles looks towards Derek quickly and sees a look of surprise on his face. "Um... It's okay if you don't, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Derek feels his lips tip up and he tries very hard to keep them down.

Stiles tries to do his best impression of talking to his shoes. "I bought Iron Man 3." He smiles at Derek shyly and looks up at him through his lashes.

Derek walks away from Stiles and makes it look like he is gonna walk away from the window and then turns and makes himself comfortable on Stiles's bed. He even unlaces his boots and Stiles looks at his socks and breaks out in laughter.

"Even your socks are black! How are you even real?" Stiles giggles and mutters to himself still giggling every once in awhile.

Derek feels his lips pull slightly at the corners. It seems to be a natural reaction now around Stiles. It used to feel so strange to smile and feel joy. Now he feels those muscles on a daily basis, when he picks up Stiles's scent or hears the boy laugh, or sees him smile. Jesus he sounds like one of his younger sisters used to. It brings a small pang of guilt but not the overwhelming agony that it used to.

Stiles gets back on the bed as the DVD begins to play. Derek feels the warmth of the boy on his side and as the movie progresses he feels Stiles moving steadily closer to him, getting sleepier and sleepier gravitating towards his supernatural warmth. Stiles is warm and sleep pliant by the time the movie is half over. Derek is starting to nod off by the time iron man is blowing up something. His eyes finally close as the climax of the movie starts to play.

Derek realizes he has been there too long when he senses the sky change from day to night. The room is cool and they have been asleep for so long that the tv has turned off to save the power. Derek tries to move his limbs and quickly realizes that something is weighing him down. He looks down and Stiles's head is nuzzled under his chin. He smells of warm sleep and something spicy.

He sighs, rearranging himself on Derek's chest.

Derek keeps his heart rate even to feign sleep. He knows it is selfish to not wake him up, and Stiles could press charges because technically it could've be considered sexual assault if Derek's hand drifts like half a inch farther, and his hands are quickly developing a mind of their own, trying to rest themselves on the small of his back and maybe just maybe going down to cup Stiles's ass.

Derek let out a selfish and content sigh. He tightens his arm slightly, and Stiles's heartbeat suddenly picks up and he can feel the tenseness in his muscles. He feels the boy's eyelashes flutter against his tee shirt. He still feigns sleep, letting out a soft snore just for the effect. Stiles falls for it eventually. Being a wolf Derek has perfected the art of being still for long hours. So when Stiles feels he isn't being watched, he settles back into Derek's side, propping his head on Derek's shoulder and nuzzling his nose under Derek's jaw.

Derek groans and starts to quickly blink his eyes in rapid succession. Stiles freezes and quickly relaxes like it was an unconscious action. Stiles rolls over and stretches and sits up on his bed, scratching his head and yawning. Stiles lumbers off into the bathroom. Derek watches him in his sweatpants and can only think about how cold it feels now that Stiles's body heat is gone.

He decides to skip the awkward conversation. Instead he settles for Peter's advice, making his intentions clear. He takes Stiles's phone and programs his number into it. He taps off a quick text and leaves through the window. He hits the ground as he hears Stiles finally come out of the bathroom.

Stiles looks all around his room but Derek seems to be gone. Bastard couldn't even say goodbye. He feels something nagging in his chest, making him feel like he just wants to curl back up in his bed and just remember the good times he had with Derek.

He looks down at his phone as a light blinks indicating he had a message. He picks it up and unlocks it. He opens up his texts and opens to first message that is highlighted. He's so confused he has to look up at the name, chokes on the air he is currently breathing.

Derek's name is highlighted at the top with a little dog emoji right beside it. Instead of being creeped or weirded out, Stiles laughs. He laughs so hard he collapses on his bed in a fit of giggles. Stiles can not breathe and he struggles for air at the thought of the almighty Derek Hale being as tame as a puppy.

Finally he gets in a breath and has to wipe the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. He almost forgets about the text and opens his phone back up to take a quick look. Instead of the gruff tone that there usually is, there is something almost shy about this one.

It's three simple lines but makes Stiles choke on his breath but in a completely different way.

Thank you for allowing me to sleep here. The movie was nice. Wanna have dinner sometime?