Erin: This last and final chapter should cover all the requests; how it began, what happened at the loft, and the next morning. I've had a lot of fun writing this series I hope you enjoyed it just as much.

Disclaimer – I do not own Teen Wolf

Chapter 3: The Aftermath

Stiles woke up to an empty bed. Feeling that the once occupied space was cold meant that Derek had been up for a while and since Stiles hadn't woken up to a horny Derek on top of him it could only mean the effects of the bullet had worn off. Now Stiles would have to deal with the consequences of his actions. He knew this was coming. It's not like a normal Derek would jump his bones.

As enjoyable as the evening, the whole night, had been guilt flooded him. He had taken advantage of him. Derek had been in no position to say no. God. Stiles groaned. He was a horrible person. Just because he had been fantasying about Derek for months, hell years, didn't mean Derek had felt the same way. He had just been under the influence of some weird wolfsbane bullet.

Oh man he was under the influence that's the beginnings of a rape case. Had he raped Derek? He had to stop that train of thought right now. He needed to talk to Derek which he did not want to do but it was inevitable. Stiles listened wondering if Derek was still even in the loft. Maybe he ran off not wanting to speak to Stiles. The sound of movement hitting his ears told him that Derek was in fact still there. Might as well face the music.

Dragging himself from the bed he went to look for his clothing. Easier said than done. Apparently his clothing had managed to be thrown everywhere. He found a sock, his boxers, and a shoe but no shirt or pants. He's pretty sure those got tossed somewhere in the living room.

Tugging on his boxers Stiles stole one of Derek's shirts not wanting to have this conversion naked. He took a deep breath and followed the sounds. He found Derek in the kitchen savaging around the cupboards obviously making something. Stiles scuffled forward knowing that Derek knew he was there had know the second he had woken up. He sat down on one of the bar stools.

"Morning," Stiles greeted for the lack of anything else to say. How did you start a conversation about the truly fantastic sex you had had due to one of you being horny because of a freak bullet?

Luckily or unluckily Derek prevented anything he might have said from leaving his mouth dropping a plate with bacon and eggs in front of him. They where even scrambled exactly how he liked them. part of him wondered how Derek knew but really was that the important thing right now? As amazing as they smelled, even looked, Stiles wasn't hungry. That didn't stop him from picking up his fork and eating.

Derek hadn't said a word or even looked at him. That was not a good sign. He hadn't growled at him or slammed him into any walls, there was nothing. Stiles didn't know how to handle this Derek. His stomach dropped even as he shoved food into his mouth.

Swallowing the last bite the silence was just too much. He opened his mouth to apologize to say… he didn't know what when Derek suddenly blurted out, "I'm sorry."

"What?" Stiles gaped completely thrown off and confused. "You're sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?"

"What for?" Derek whirled around to him. "I shouldn't have—we shouldn't have," he stuttered out. "If it hadn't been for that bullet I would never have done that."

Stiles knew that. It wasn't new information but he was surprised by how much it hurt to hear Derek say those words. His heart broke.

"I know," he whispered out.

"What?" Derek had heard him but he didn't understand.

"I know that if it hadn't been for the wolfsbane you—we never would have," Stiles clarified. "Which is why…" He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. "Which is why I should be the one apologizing not you. I knew exactly what I was doing and I took advantage of the situation. Just because I've wanted to do that for—it didn't mean you did. I was just being selfish. Oh God." He ran his fingers through his hair leaning over the counter. "I'm sorry."

Stiles got up. He had to find his clothes and get the hell out of there. Only he barely took a step before he was pinned against the counter. Stiles froze waiting for the inevitable. Derek was going to kill him and Stiles deserved it. He couldn't even look him in the eye.

"How long?" instead of a snarl his voice was barely a whisper.

"What?" Stiles hadn't expected that.

"How long have you wanted to be with me?" Derek's grip tightened around Stiles arms.

He risked a glance up his breath almost taken away by the hope in Derek's eyes. "It's been so long I don't even remember a time when I didn't feel like this."

Derek's mouth crashed into Stiles desperately. Like they hadn't kissed before, would never kiss again. Derek cupped his cheek tilting his head up just enough to deepening the kiss letting his tongue glide past his lips to taste him. The kiss left Stiles weak in the knees and completely addicted.

"So does this mean that everything all around was consensual?" Stiles managed to ask sounding like he had swallowed sandpaper. "Good, good. I'm not a rapist then."

Derek blinked taking a step back raising an eyebrow in utter shock. Where the hell did Stiles come up with this stuff? "Rapist?"

"Don't you know the law? If one party is under the influence of a drug they are not capable of consenting. You where under the influence thus not able to consent and I took advantage," he clarified.

Derek huffed. "You're an idiot. No matter how horny I was if it had been anyone else but you I would have ripped out their throat," Derek assured him.

A smiled spread across his face as Derek's words sunk in. "Oh, well then." He pulled Derek back into a kiss nibbling on his lip. A rumble sounded from Derek's throat. Stiles leaned away just enough to look Derek in the eyes. "You know I still did take advantage of you it would only be fair if you got to do the same to me."

Derek couldn't help the smile that appeared. He nodded in agreement. "It's only fair."

Derek surged forward pinning Stiles back against the counter lips hips grinding against into his dipping his head to suck at his pulse. Oh he had every intention of doing just that.

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