Authors Note: Okay. Okay, okay, OKAY. So, I must have done something reeeeally good in a past life, because this freaking college is like a Teen Wolf parallel or some shit. Like, no joke. So the dude that looks like Dylan O'Brien? Yeah, found out his name. It's Peter. Of all the freaking names, its PETER. Oh, but that's not all. Oh no. I was working with a librarian the other day, and guess what? Her name is Talia. Never in my life have I met a Talia before, but now one magically appears. I nearly shit my pants when I found out. And last, (but for some reason I highly doubt will be the last) I've met about 4 Derek's here. Yes, I know that Derek is a common name and everything, but all 4 of them have the scruffy facial hair and greek god looks. I just, guh, I can't. I CAN'T. These hot people will be the death of me. How the fuck did I end up here?
Also! This chapter is a teeny bit NSFW. Key word being teeny. Like, really teeny. Enjoy!
XOXOXOXO
The next morning, the sound of Derek's alarm woke him at 7:30. He groggily reached an arm over to switch it off, not able to move his whole body due to Stiles laying on top of him.
He smiled down at the omega, feeling ridiculously happy that Stiles felt comfortable enough to cuddle with him. Derek was proud of how well Stiles was progressing. He had even initiated a few more kisses before they had drifted off to sleep the night before.
Fuck, it had made Derek so hard.
It's not like he felt bad about being aroused by his own mate. Nope. The thing was, he had never once seen Stiles hard since the moment the omega had been there. It's not as if he was going out of his way to see if Stiles was hard or not. However, they had shared a bed since day one. It's pretty obvious when your bed mate doesn't have a tent in their pants. Not to mention, Derek would be able to smell it... Sort of like he did now?
Derek stiffened a little under Stiles' weight, sniffing the air. It was quite faint, but there was no mistaking the addicting smell of Stiles' arousal hanging in the air, all sweet and musky. It made his wolf want to roll in it. Instead he let out a soft groan and his eyes rolled a little to the back of his head. Now that he was aware of Stiles' arousal, he could feel it pressed up against his upper thigh, small but firm.
Derek thought that maybe perhaps it was his own reassuring words to Stiles the day before that caused the change in his body functions. Stiles had obviously not wanted any sort of physical contact while he was held by the Argent's since that could have ended in some sort of physical abuse or rape. He had to keep his guard up as best as he could while being held captive. However, Derek had made him feel quite relaxed in the last month or so, and it was obvious. Perhaps their shared kisses the day before had just been the last push that Stiles needed to feel completely at ease, which would mean that his body would feel safe enough to start functioning completely normal again.
Derek moved a small fraction, trying to see if he could somehow get up without waking Stiles. However, the movement just caused his thigh to rub against Stiles' clothed erection, the friction causing a small mewl to escape Stiles' parted lips.
"Fuck," Derek whispered as he squeezed his eyes shut. He had the strongest urge to just snake his hand down between their bodies and into the front of Stiles' underwear and just rub. Rub until Stiles came all over the palm of Derek's hand. Derek could just imagine what it would taste like, all hot and musky and sweet.
The urge to pleasure his mate was so strong that Derek had to dig his claws into his palms to stop himself from acting on his desires. Fuck, Stiles wasn't even awake. That would potentially be heading down non-consensual territory. That thought was enough to kill the signs of his forming erection.
Despite not wanting to wake the omega, he gathered his mate carefully into his arms and placed him next to him on the bed, his front side pressed against the mattress. Feeling a bit bad about leaving his mate alone with a hard on, he carefully lifted Stiles' hips and placed a pillow underneath. That way, if Stiles' dream got a little more fun, there would be something underneath him that he could hump into without really having to try. The angle of the pillow was high enough that just the smallest twitch from the omegas hips would be enough stimulation.
Derek smiled at the sleeping beauty, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Stiles' forehead. He then nuzzled softly at Stiles' throat, liking how their scents blended together so well.
Stiles made a small noise when Derek's stubble accidentally scraped against his mating bite. His body gave a tiny shudder under Derek's gaze, his hips jerking forward a little bit. Derek's eyes widened as the omega let out a soft mewl, his eyes rolling beneath his lids, the smell of Stiles' release thick in the air.
Derek knew that his eyes were flickering back and forth from red to green. The fact that Stiles had just come from the tiniest pressure to his mating bite was ridiculously hot. It made something swoop low in Derek's belly, causing a tent to form once more in his boxers. He would have to experiment with that fact more when Stiles was ready.
The alpha noticed blurry, amber eyes blinking up at him, plush, red mouth slack. Derek smiled at the sleepy, blissed out face, running his fingers carefully through soft hair.
"Morning, little one. Did you have a good dream?"
Stiles just blinked a few times before shutting his mouth. He sighed blissfully through his nose as his toes curled, making Derek chuckle.
"I'll take that as a yes," Derek said, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the omegas lips. "Do you want to change your underwear? They might get a little uncomfortable in a while."
A closed off look crossed Stiles' face as a wave of embarrassment hit Derek's nose. The omega turned his face and buried it into the pillow.
"Hey," Derek said gently, snuggling back down next to his mate. "Stiles, it's ok, baby." He pressed a lingering kiss to Stiles' right temple. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a natural body function. In fact, I'm surprised that you haven't had an erection before now."
This made Stiles look at Derek with large eyes. "You're not mad that I ruined your underwear?"
Derek let out a small laugh and nuzzled in closer. "I'd never be angry with you, babe. Besides, it's nothing a run through the wash wouldn't fix."
The tension ran out of Stiles' body, making him relaxed as he shoved his face into Derek's neck.
"I wanted..." Stiles mumbled, his words muffled by the skin of Derek's neck.
"What did you want?" Derek asked, stroking up and down the omegas back.
"I wanted... wanted it to be with you."
"What?" Derek asked, a little confused.
There was a pause as Stiles worked up the courage to talk.
"Come. The first time, I wanted it to be with you." The words were whispered, making Derek's heart melt.
Derek smiled gently and hugged Stiles to his chest, burying his face in Stiles' hair. "And how long have you been thinking of this?"
Stiles swallowed audibly. "A while. I just... I feel safe with you. You make me feel... weird. You make my tummy feel hot and fuzzy."
"Weird in a good way, then?" Derek questioned, ears straining to listen.
"Yeah." The word came out in a breathless whoosh.
"Why didn't you tell me, Stiles?"
"I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way..."
Derek's wanted to let out a loud whine, not liking that thought. Instead, he let out a small growl and rolled them over so Stiles was beneath him. A wide-eyed, surprised look was on Stiles' face when Derek looked down at him, caging him in with his arms.
"Do you feel that?" Derek murmured, gazing into Stiles' amber eyes as he gave a small thrust against the omegas belly.
"Y-yeah," Stiles whispered, a nervous smile on his lips.
"You made that happen. That's what you do to me. We're mates, sweetheart. I'm going to want you in whatever way you'll have me." Derek paused to press a trail of kisses over Stiles' cheekbones and forehead, finally planting one on Stiles' lips after the omega gave a small whine. "If something is bothering you, I want you to tell me, ok? I'm not going to be mad at you. Never. Just don't feel like you can't tell me anything, all right?"
Stiles gave him a watery smile, but nodded his head yes, whispering, "Ok."
"Good," Derek said gently before he pressed another cluster of kisses to Stiles' neck, making sure to lightly dig the tip of his nose into the soft flesh. Stiles let out a squeal of laughter, the sensation obviously ticklish as he pushed weakly at Derek's shoulders. Derek just pulled back and grinned, not able to help himself as he pressed another soft, tender kiss to the omegas lips.
"Do you want to change your underwear now? You can go back to sleep afterwards since it's still early."
Stiles nodded, hands falling away from Derek as the werewolf got up and walked over to his dresser. He quickly pulled out a pair of his smaller boxers and walked back over to Stiles. He kept his composure as he spotted the half naked omega, not wanting to scare him by accidentally flashing lustful, red eyes at him. Yeah, he'd seen Stiles naked before, but it felt different now for some reason. Probably because of Stiles' little confession a few moments ago. Either way, Derek wasn't going to be weird about it. If Stiles felt comfortable enough to be naked around him, then that was all that mattered.
Stiles yawned as he pulled the clean pair of boxers up his thin thighs, followed by his sleep pants.
"Back to sleep?" Derek asked, already helping Stiles back underneath the warm covers.
"Mmhm," Stiles hummed, sleepy smile on his face.
"Good. Get some rest, little one. We're going shopping when I get back from work." Derek pressed one last lingering kiss to Stiles' warm cheek before gathering his work clothes into his arms and heading towards the bathroom.
He showered quickly, scrubbing his body with soap and his hair with shampoo. He willed his own hard on to go down, knowing he didn't have enough time to jerk off. Not only that, but Laura would no doubt tease him when she got there.
When Derek finally dried off, pulled his clothes on and walked back into his bedroom, Stiles was sound asleep, looking adorably peaceful with his relaxed face and parted lips. Derek really wanted to go over there and lick his way into that sweet little mouth, but he really needed to get going.
As if on cue, a knock sounded on the door. He quickly walked towards it and swung it open, about to invite Laura in, but he stopped, a frown of confusion marring his face. Instead of finding Laura with her usual smirk plastered on her lips, he found Laura and Jackson both with their arms crossed, glaring at each other.
"Um, hi?" Derek greeted, making it sound more like a question than anything.
"Who's this kid?" Laura blurted, looking Jackson up and down.
Jackson gave her a bitchy smirk, showing a hint of fang as he did so. "This kid, as you so rudely put it, is Derek's neighbor, and also happens to be friends with Derek's mate. Not to mention, I'm not a kid. I'm in my twenties. I'm also pregnant. So if you want to keep running your mouth, I won't be held accountable for going all mama bear on your ass."
Derek had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Not many things could really ruffle Laura, but going by the slightly scared expression on her face, it seemed as if Jackson was one of the few who could.
"Jackson, what are you doing here?" Derek asked, stepping aside to let them both in. Jackson walked by calmly and plopped himself on the couch, whereas Laura brushed by Derek in a huff and went to sit as far away from Jackson as she could.
"I know you leave for work in a few minutes. Danny told me he always sees you leaving around this time, so I thought I'd spend some time with Stiles." Jackson paused for a second, sending a small frown down to his belly before mumbling, "If it wasn't for the morning sickness you gave daddy, I would still be sleeping."
Derek chuckled lightly, feeling a wave of affection for Jackson as he watched the scary omega talk gently to his non-existent baby bump.
"He actually just fell back asleep. But I'm sure he'll be awake in a little while. Feel free to stay until he does."
"What?!" Laura spoke up. "I'm supposed to be looking after Stiles. Not him."
Derek sighed. "Christ, Laura. You sound like a twelve year old. You can both share Stiles. I'm sure he'd be delighted to have both of you here. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to work."
"Fine," Laura grumped, sighing dramatically as she slumped down in a chair. "But that doesn't mean I have to talk to him."
"Good god," Derek mumbled, grabbing his keys and his briefcase. "I'll see you guys later. And please don't kill each other. These are white carpets. It would be a bitch to get bloodstains out of them."
That said, Derek strode out the door, leaving the two werewolves glaring (on Laura's part), and evilly smirking (on Jackson's part) at each other.
XOXOXOXO
Derek sighed impatiently at the man in front of him, whom was just staring at him.
"Let me get this straight," the man, Brunski, said in a flat voice. "You think that I'm the leader of a drug ring? Christ, I wish. Then maybe I wouldn't have to work in this wacky shack."
Derek grit his teeth and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Lydia had sent him to investigate Brunski earlier in the day, telling him that when Derek was done he could go home for the day. The man had been accused of being the leader of a highly wanted drug ring that was making it's way through California. However, the person that accused Brunski must have been a complete and utter moron. The childish man sitting in front of him was nowhere near intelligent enough to pull off anything of the sort.
"Do I need to repeat the question?" Derek bit out through clenched teeth, wondering what exactly the mans neck would feel like squeezed between Derek's fingers. "It's a simple yes or no question. If you just answer it, then we won't have to waste any more time."
Brunski had the nerve to let out a big sigh and cross his arms. "No. I'm not the leader of a drug ring. Though if I was, the last thing I would do would be admit it to the feds."
Derek sighed impatiently and stood up. "I think we're done here."
Brunski just blinked at him, ignoring the gaggle of voices coming from the doorway that belonged to a few Eichen House patients.
"So you'd just let me off the hook like that? No further questions?"
"Sir," Derek growled. "I'm a werewolf. I can hear that you're telling the truth. Why? Would you like me to haul you off to jail for something? Hm? Let's say, for sheer stupidity?"
Brunski was about to respond, but something at the door caught his eye. "Malia, if you keep eavesdropping, you're going into solitary confinement!"
Derek turned towards the doorway just in time to see a short, brown-haired girl curl her lip back and let out a small growl. Ah. She was a werewolf.
"I'm warning you," Brunski threatened, taking a step closer.
There was a another girl standing next to the so called "Malia" chick. She was pale, very thin and had long, snarly, black hair. She tugged instantly at the werwolfs sleeve, urging her to walk away.
"Come on," the girl whispered, lips close to Malia's ear. "You don't want to go in there again, do you?"
The girls words seemed to have calmed the werewolf, prompting her to grasp the human girls hand in her own and walk back down the hallway.
Brunski turned back to Derek. "Like I said. I wish I was the leader of a drug ring. Then I wouldn't have to deal with the crazies every day."
Derek frowned and walked towards the door. "Yeah, we're done here, Mr. Brunski. When you become the leader of a drug ring, let me know."
XOXOXOXO
Derek sat in his car with his hands on the steering wheel, just staring at the building in front of him.
"Are we really gonna do this?" he whispered to himself, sighing. "Yeah. We're doing this for Stiles. Let's do this."
Derek quickly glanced at his watch, seeing he still had a few hours before his usual work hours were over. He had time to go inside the building and ask a few questions. Though, he hadn't really thought this through like he usually did when going to investigate people, so he'd just have to pull the questions out of his ass.
As Derek stepped out of the car and started walking towards the Beacon Hills Police Department, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He knew he shouldn't be hiding this from Stiles. He really shouldn't be. It was Stiles' father after all. But he just didn't want to upset the omega by all the things he had found so far. Not to mention, the situation definitely needed further investigating. There was something fishy about the entire story all around. Derek just wanted to understand.
He didn't hesitate before pushing open the doors, sliding his authoritative look onto his face. He gave a quick glance around the place, never actually having been there. Derek worked in a different building with only FBI agents, never actually having a reason to visit the police department yet. Until now.
The main room was small. It had a tiled floor, a couple of chairs shoved against the wall, a few potted plants hanging from the ceiling. Nothing that really screamed police department! The only thing giving away the buildings actual use was the metal desk by the far wall with a male officer sitting behind the desk, writing something in a file.
The man had looked up when Derek had walked in, giving him a tense smile. "Can I help you?"
Derek took a deep breath as he stepped up to the desk, nodding his head. "Yeah. I was wondering if you've ever heard of a man named Jonathan Stilinski. He used to work here a few years ago. He was the sheriff."
The man shook his head no, shrugging his shoulders a little. "Sorry, no. I just started working here about four months ago. I'm sure the current sheriff knows who he is. You could talk to her."
"Could I?" Derek asked, hoping he didn't sound too eager.
"Sure," the officer replied, standing up and motioning for Derek to follow him. "I know she's not busy right now. She just got back from her break."
Derek was led down a small corridor, which eventually opened up to a large room with a bunch of cubicles. They went past all the cubicles and towards a door in the back corner, a sign reading "Sheriff" nailed to the door.
The man rapped his knuckles on the door three times before opening it, revealing a woman with black hair tied in a tight bun sitting at a desk covered in paperwork.
"Teresa? This gentlemen would like to speak with you. Are you free?"
The woman, Teresa, gave a curt nod and gestured for Derek to come in.
"Thanks," Derek told the man before he walked off. He entered the room and sat down in a free chair, extending his hand towards the woman. "The name's Hale. Derek Hale."
Teresa gave him a tight smile and shook his hand, replying with, "Teresa Marlowe. How can I help you?"
Derek eyed the stack of papers on her desk, giving her a charming smile. "I can see that you're very busy, so I'll make this quick. Did you know a man named Jonathan Stilinski?"
She paused for a moment, mulling the question over. "The old sheriff, right?" Derek nodded, encouraging her to go on. "Well, I met him a few times, but I didn't know him all that well."
"So, you wouldn't happen to know where he's been for the past couple of years?"
Teresa shook her head no. "Can't say that I do. Sorry. All I know is that he resigned because of some family issues."
Derek sighed, a wave of disappointment running through his body. "All right. Well, I guess that's all I really wanted to know. Thank you for your time."
"No problem," Teresa replied, giving him a small smile. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Good luck, though."
Derek nodded, standing up and walking back out of the door. He closed it gently behind him before turning around to walk back to the main entrance. However, he stopped when he noticed three officers standing by him, all just staring.
Derek rose an eyebrow, not understanding what this was about.
"Sorry," one of the guys blurted, taking a hesitant step towards Derek. "But I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. You asked for a Jonathan Stilinski, right?"
Derek looked at them, his heart pounding at the curious and hopeful looks on their faces.
"Uh, yeah," Derek replied. He swallowed thickly before continuing. "Did... did you know him?"
The two men standing further away exchanged a nervous glance.
The one closer to him nodded his head yes, eyes wide. "Yeah. We knew him."
"Do you know where he is?"
The man narrowed his eyes at him. "Why? Are you trying to cause trouble for him?"
"No. Nothing like that," Derek replied, giving a small sigh. "I work for the FBI. I'm trying to get ahold of him to tell him that his son has been found. I just can't seem to track him down."
"Y-you found Stiles?" one of the other men spoke up. The name on his badge read Aaron Carson.
Derek blinked, nodding. "Yeah. I take it you're all good friends with his father?"
There was a moment of shocked silence that filled the room, nobody moving or talking. They all just looked at Derek with pale faces.
"We were," said the gentleman that hadn't talked yet. He stepped closer to Derek, his badge reading Carl Lewis. "We were all good friends. But he... after his son disappeared, he resigned."
"Yeah," said the guy who had originally spoken up, Jordan Parrish. "He resigned. Then, then it was like one day he just up and left. One day the yard was full of lawn furniture, and the next it was all gone, replaced with a for sale sign."
"We all tried contacting him," Aaron spoke up, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "But his cell number was disconnected, so we had no way of knowing where he went. We even tried asking his realtor if she knew where he had moved. She didn't have a clue. He told nobody."
"He just vanished," Carl interrupted, sad eyes looking at the floor. "I always thought we were all close friends, but apparently not close enough if he couldn't tell us where he was going."
"He could have just wanted to be alone," Jordan replied. "You know, not have anyone breathing down his neck after everything that had happened with his son going missing."
"C'mon, Parrish. You know damn well that John wasn't that type of person," Aaron argued. "He knew damn well that we would be worried about him."
Derek rose an eyebrow. "So, you think he was taken?"
"Taken? No. That doesn't explain how he could have signed the paperwork to sell his house. No, not taken..."
"...but?" Derek prompted.
Aaron just looked around the circle of men, his gaze landing on Derek last. He gave a weak shrug. "But something. John may have sold his house without letting us know about it, but I know damn well that he would have contacted us eventually and let us know he was ok."
Jordan and Carl both nodded their head in agreement.
"So you think something happened?" Derek asked.
"Yeah," Jordan replied. "I do."
Derek thought for a moment, a question on the tip of his tongue.
"If I give you some information, will you answer a question of mine in return?"
The three looked at him suspiciously before they slowly nodded their heads yes.
Derek smiled. "Great."
He spent the next 20 minutes showing the three men the website that he had found and explaining why tit was fake. They all were outraged upon reading about John murdering Stiles. Only, their rage was directed at the person who had written the article and not at the sheriff.
In exchange for his information, Derek asked for the address of the sheriff's old house. Needless to say, when their little chat was over, Derek left the station with a piece of paper with an address written on it, and leaving behind some very angry officers who would no doubt try and get to the bottom of the sheriffs case.
As Derek got back into his car, he placed the paper inside of his dashboard. He would drive by the property tomorrow, but for now, he had an omega to take shopping.
XOXOXOXO
"Are you ok, Stiles?" Derek asked, a bit worried about his mate.
Stiles was safely strapped into his passenger seat, seatbelt tight across his chest. However, his body was twisted towards the window, face and hands pressed up against the glass.
"There's so many trees," was Stiles' answer, voice full of awe. "And flowers. Flowers are pretty."
Derek chuckled. "If you think the flowers on the side of the road are nice, you should see the Flower Garden. How about I take you there after we're done shopping?"
Stiles turned large, amber eyes towards Derek. "You'd do that?"
Derek smiled at the hope in Stiles' voice. He reached over and carefully laced their fingers together. He liked the feel of Stiles' small hand intertwined with his own. "I promise, little one."
Stiles gave him a goofy grin and sat back comfortably in the chair, sneaking small peaks at Derek from the corner of his eye every now and then. It was freaking adorable.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Derek pulled up to the shopping mall. It was a smaller mall, with only about 15 stores or so. He didn't want to take Stiles to the big mall off of the freeway because he wasn't sure how Stiles would respond to that much people. Hell, he wasn't sure how stiles would respond to anyone at the moment. Derek just crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.
Derek was surprised when Stiles flung his door open and stepped out without hesitation. He then just stood there, looking at the building in front of him.
Derek quickly got out himself, shutting the door before walking over to his mate and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. He wrapped a protective arm around his waist and pulled him close to his side.
"Stiles, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, I want you to tell me. We can just forget about the clothes and leave, ok?"
"Kay," Stiles replied uncertainly as he stared at the building and all the cars around it.
Derek slowly led them towards the double doors, keeping his arm around Stiles' waist. He listened intently to Stiles' heartbeat, making sure there were no spikes of fear. Fortunately, there were not.
Derek managed to get him into one of the stores without him being scared. Though, Derek was sure Stiles' lack of fear had more to do with his curiosity of the things around them than anything.
Derek let Stiles look around at anything that caught the omegas eye. He also grabbed a handful of clothing items that Stiles seemed interested in. Mostly his arms were draped with pairs of boxers and two packages of socks, but he did also grab a small, stuffed puppy that Stiles' gaze had lingered on a little too long.
Once he paid for all the stuff, they moved on to another store. Stiles was a little less hesitant upon entering the second one than he had been the first one. He still didn't stray from Derek's side, but that was ok. They would tackle one thing at a time.
All was going well as they looked through a wrack of sweatpants. That is, until someone just happened to sneeze really loudly.
The loud, abrupt noise caused Stiles to let out a yelp and fling himself towards Derek, cowering against his chest. Derek dropped the shopping bags he was carrying in exchange for embracing the shaking omega.
"You're all right," Derek whispered into Stiles' ear, holding him protectively against his chest. "Somebody just sneezed, that's all. You're safe with me."
Stiles' response was to try and burrow his face even more into Derek's chest. Derek couldn't help the small chuckle that slipped from his lips. Regaining his composure, he let out a quiet rumble, the sound vibrating through his chest and calming Stiles' nerves.
"Do you want to leave?" Derek murmured into Stiles' hair.
The omega hesitated a moment before shaking his head no. "N-no. I was just startled. That's all."
Derek smiled and hugged him tight, giving Stiles' mating bite a soft nuzzle. Stiles shivered slightly before pulling away, intertwining their fingers together instead.
"You ok?" Derek asked, giving Stiles' hand a squeeze
"Yeah. We can continue."
They exchanged a smile as they resumed looking for more clothes. They hit three more shops after the little incident, no other problems popping up. Derek had bought Stiles a couple pairs of comfy sweatpants, some pajamas, some t-shirts, and some sweaters. Oddly, Stiles didn't seem to be fond of jeans, so there was only one pair of those. Other than that, their little shopping trip had been a success. Stiles seemed to have gotten more comfortable with walking around other people very quickly. Though, Derek was positive that that had to do with the fact that he was beside him the entire time.
After leaving the mall, he put all the bags in the trunk and made sure Stiles was secured safely into the passenger seat. He then proceeded to drive them in the direction of the Flower Garden. He could sense Stiles' excitement in the air. It made Derek a little sad knowing that something as simple as a flower could make Stiles happy. It also made him angry, knowing that Stiles had been locked in a basement for who knew how long. Long enough to not get his fill of flowers, at least.
Almost a half an hour later, Derek pulled the car into the Flower Gardens parking lot. He glanced over at Stiles to see his reaction.
Stiles had a silly grin on his face as he looked at the hundreds of flowers, not quite knowing which way to look. Derek didn't blame him. The place had about 10 different trails that you could walk through, all with different kinds of flowers. Somewhere in the middle of the flower field, there was a small gazebo, available to anyone who wanted to sit and take everything in. It was quite beautiful.
"Wanna get out and look around?" Derek asked.
Stiles bobbed his head up and down rapidly, nearly tripping as he tried to get out of the car. The two of them walked hand in hand towards one of the trails, large, purple flowers sprouting on either side of it. As they made their way down the trail, the smile on Stiles' face never left. It was precious, and it made Derek feel a little emotional. Stiles must have noticed because he stopped walking and stared curiously up at Derek.
"What?" he asked quietly.
"Nothing," Derek replied, shaking his head slightly. He gently grabbed ahold of Stiles' waist and pulled him closer. "I'm just happy. That's all."
Stiles just blinked up at him for a few moments. Then his fingers clenched in the material of Derek's shirt as he rocked up onto his tiptoes and brushed a soft kiss to Derek's lips. When he pulled away, Derek's lips chased after his, connecting them once more in a firmer lock.
They just stood there like that, liplocked, for what felt like minutes, when really it was probably just seconds. Derek finally mustered up the courage to give a small lick across the seam of Stiles' lips. The omega made a small noise in his throat, but ever so slowly parted his lips, granting Derek access.
He slowly deepened the kiss by licking his way into Stiles' mouth in little increments. He inhaled sharply when Stiles' tongue flickered shyly against his own. He fought back a smug grin at the feeling, instead choosing to brush their tongues together once more.
Stiles seemed to catch on quickly, their kisses becoming more deep and insistant. Stiles' hands scratched at Derek shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh. Derek just gave a low growl in response, sending a dizzying wave of Stiles' arousal into the air. It made him want to burrow into the smell, made him want to be greedy and have the scent all to himself. Just like the sweet taste of Stiles' mouth. Derek wanted more.
Before Derek knew what he was doing, his hands fell to the skin underneath Stiles' thighs, hoisting the omega up and holding him against his upper body. The movement had a different effect on Stiles, for their kiss broke as his mate squealed in laughter.
Derek huffed out a laugh, resting their foreheads together as they both took the time to breathe.
"That was fun," Stiles commented, cheeks flushed beautifully.
"What was? The kissing, or me picking you up?" Derek teased.
"Both," Stiles replied, licking his lips eagerly before pressing another kiss to Derek's lips. "But I like the kissing better."
Derek threw his head back and laughed, agreeing with the omega. Seeing the happy look on Stiles' face made him happy. He only ever wanted to see smiles on Stiles' face. The look suited him.
Derek splashed a bunch of kisses on Stiles' neck in rapid succession, making Stiles laugh again and try to jerk away from how ticklish it felt.
Eventually, Derek let him back down to the ground, but wound their fingers together again. "Do you want to walk around and see more flowers?"
Stiles eagerly nodded his head yes, looking up at Derek with adoration.
"Then that's what we'll do," Derek commented, giving his mate a small wink. "We can do more of the other stuff later."
Stiles' blinding smile was what he got for an answer.
The day had turned out to be quite the success, and it was ending beautifully.
XOXOXOXO
(⊙_⊙) - This. This was the look on my face earlier today when I just happened to be walking (stalking) behind the Dylan O'Brien lookalike. Why, you ask? Well, my feathered friends, because he was wearing sweatpants. And definitely no underwear beneath them. No ass has ever looked finer. Please exscuse me while I go change my panties...
You can find me on tumblr at "hero-complex-girl"