(D)irty
"Derek Samuel Hale."
Derek stopped in the doorway to find his mate staring him down with, a red apron and a whisk in his hand.
"What?"
"Take off your boots."
Derek glanced down to his boots, he saw nothing wrong as he glanced back to Stiles with a raised eyebrow.
"You are not putting those muddy boots on my carpet."
"Stiles-"
"Leave then on the porch."
Derek rolled his eyes as he stepped back and removed his boots placing them on the porch. He sent a look to Stiles who smiled brightly blowing a kiss, "Thanks sourwolf."