4. In the Kitchen with Stiles

Stiles stood over the stove in the Stilinski kitchen, something that had become every day for him with his dad and Derek to feed. Not that he minded. He really didn't mind at all. Cooking was one of his joys in life.

He loved cooking because his mom used to get him to do the smallest little things to help her cook. He felt a twinge of sadness at the memory, but smiled a little thinking of the two men in his life, Derek and his dad.

In that moment he did something his mom used to do- he started huming. He invented his own little jingle between hums as he stirred the ground meat and the boiling pasta for his spaghetti.

Derek was upstairs doing research on Stiles' laptop, stretched out on their bed. He caught the sound of humming from a distance, a smile playing across his lips. How could one boy make him so happy? Stiles was his mate. That was why.

Derek decided to go see how it was going with dinner. He never needed an excuse to spend time with his boyfriend.

Stiles was still stirring away, turning down the head on the ground meat slightly. He grabbed the pot of boiling noodles to drain, when gentle arms wrapped around him. Stiles smiled as that familiar presence rested against him.

"Hope you're hungry," Stiles said playfully. "I made enough to feed a small army."

"Even I'm not that much of a pig," Derek replied.

"Duh," Stiles shot back. "You're a wolf. Unless you have some power you haven't shared with me."

Derek snorted at that. He hoped his mate never lost that sense of humor. Stiles hated to move from his current position, but the pasta needed draining. He jerked against Derek playfully, making his boyfriend release him.

"Okay Snuggles," Stiles laughed, employing a new nickname. "I gotta drain the noodles."

Derek watched as his boyfriend did just that, bringing the pot back to the stove before grabbing the jar of Prego and slowly spooning it into the ground meat. Derek derived a strange kind of pleasure from watching his mate's work.

Stiles stirred the sauce into the meat carefully, beginning another hum as he did so.

"I love it when you do that," Derek confessed in a low voice.

Stiles set the burner on simmer and turned to face his boyfriend, pulling him into an embrace. Their eyes and smiles remained fixed on one another.

"You should do this with me more often," Stiles whispered, amber eyes radiant with delight.

Then their lips met in their familiar joining. Stiles hummed a little into the kiss in that way of his that so turned Derek on. Derek sensually let his hands play beneath his boyfriend's shirt as their tongues danced together. As much as he wanted to take Stiles right here, the sheriff was still in the house somewhere and had developed a bad habit of interrupting their moments.

Right on cue, a stern throat-clearing sound cut into their brains, forcing them to pull away. Stiles was still flush, lips slightly swollen, and God help him if Derek didn't want say screw it and resume. Damn sheriff!