Title – First Snow
Author - Moonbeam
Rating – NC-17 eventually. I promised ShadowKnight more bottom!Derek.
Word Count -2618
Summary – In the future Stiles and Derek finally get together. One night Stiles wakes Derek up because it is snowing, they spend the following week enjoying the snow like Stiles did with his mum as Derek and Stiles try to move further in their relationship as the past keeps coming back to make it harder.
Disclaimer – If I owned this show there would be more of it, lots lots more of it.
Author's Notes – I went angsty again, BUT from the next part the two of them start to get their shit together so we can have a happy ending dammit. I already have the last scene written.
Thanks to Omega696 and ShadowKnight for their suggestions, I now know what I am doing next part.
First Snow
by Moobeam
Chapter 07 – The Week – Monday
When Derek woke up and went downstairs he could smell Stiles and Scott in his kitchen. They had left the house but there was hot coffee still in the machine so Derek poured himself a mug and decided he could wait for them to reappear. Derek went back up to have a shower and when he came down he found Allison sitting in the kitchen.
"Hello." He said getting them both a cup of coffee.
"Hey Derek, the guys are getting set up."
"What is the plan for today? Stiles wouldn't tell me before he left last night."
"I have been sworn to secrecy." Allison said grinning widely.
"Is it just the four of us today?"
"Mary has an appointment at the doctor so she and Jackson are coming after. Danny and Michael are out helping and Lydia has a lunch date she'll be by after."
"Do you know who this guy is?"
"No, she won't tell me."
"He's going to be a loser then."
"You don't know that, you just don't like any of the people your pack dates."
"I like Mary. I liked her from the start when Jackson kept asking her out and she kept turning him down and he pouted for a month. That was incredibly amusing."
"It was pretty funny." Allison conceded taking another sip of coffee.
"Given how often the pack tells him no you'd think he would have been used to it."
"Girls fall all over themselves for him, he is attractive and arrogant; for some girls that is the perfect combination."
"She beat that out of him pretty quickly."
"I think that was my favourite part," Allison laughed. "When they came over for dinner just after she finally said yes to a date and he was twisting himself in knots trying to be nice to her and trying to be a prat to everyone else. Then Danny hit him over the head with that bread stick and took him outside for a chat. He came back looking like a puppy who had just been yelled at. Oh God it was so hard not to laugh."
"And he spent the rest of the evening incredibly quiet and painfully nice."
"And Scott made it his mission to bait him."
"And you." Derek said pouring them both another coffee. "Kept kicking him under the table until he shut up."
"Then Stiles started."
"And it was Mary who leaned over and whispered in his ear told him not to worry and just be himself. After that she just became another part of the group."
"And you like Michael I can tell." Allison pointed out.
"Michael cares for Danny. All I want is everyone to be happy."
"I think back sometimes to the stories my dad told me about werewolves after I found out about Scott and I wonder how many generations back my family were brainwashed because none of you are anything like it."
"Some are though."
"But not you and since you are my family that is all I'm worried about."
Derek stared at Allison for a while. "Have you told Scott yet?"
Allison looked at him with wide eyes. "How on Earth? Bloody werewolves. We are not talking about this."
"Fine."
They continued to chat about other things, the pack, their work, the painting Allison was doing at her and Scott's house. Anything they could think of until Stiles, Scott, Danny and Michael came into the house through the front door moving straight into the kitchen for something warm to drink. Stiles came over and stole Derek's mug from his hand draining it before kissing him soundly.
"Morning." Stiles said with a grin.
"Are you ready to go?" Scott asked.
"Where?" Allison asked; she thought they were waiting for the rest of the group.
"We need to go and get some stuff, Michael and Danny are coming with us."
"Okay." Allison stood up and the four of them left Stiles and Derek alone in the kitchen.
"What were you setting up?" Derek asked his nose pressed into Stiles' cool neck.
"Not telling, it's a secret."
"Everyone else knows." Derek pouted nipping at the skin.
"That's why it's so fun." Stiles said twisting in Derek's lap and pressing his lips to Derek's. He twisted around further, letting his hand sink into Derek's hair his other hand gripping his shoulder and Derek flicked his tongue over Stiles' lower lip until Stiles opened for him and Derek pressed up into Stiles more firmly. Derek's hands wrapped around Stiles' waist keeping his body close. Stiles pulled away kissed him quickly on the nose and then pulled away completely before turning around to settle on Derek's lap more comfortably so they were chest to chest. Derek grinned, captured his mouth and then stood, one hand on Stiles' backside as he started moving towards the lounge room. Derek twisted allowing himself to sit on the couch but kept Stiles open to escape if he wanted. Stiles moaned into his mouth as the two of them settled onto the soft cushions of the couch. Derek pulled his mouth away dropping his lips to the tender skin beneath Stiles' ear suckling on the skin gently. Stiles moaned, rocking his hips into Derek feeling the slight hardness of their burgeoning erections pressed together. Derek ran his hand along Stiles' side being careful to press firmly enough not to tickle the younger man. Stiles gripped the back of Derek's head pulling his mouth closer into his neck, enjoying the way Derek was nibbling along the tendon that was standing out in stark relief along his neck. Stiles moaned out Derek's name rocking his hips into Derek. One of Derek's hands slipped down Stiles' back to cup his backside and pull him in even more tightly against him, rocking up into Stiles' body.
Suddenly Stiles pulled back, "Wait."
Derek let go, his breath coming out too harsh, his entire chest heaving with the force of wanting Stiles.
Stiles didn't pull away any further just opened his mouth to try and catch his breath still pressed into Derek. He finally opened his mouth to say something just as the front door swung open and Jackson and Mary walked into the hallway.
"Sorry." Stiles muttered pulling himself away before the two people outside made it into the room with them. Stiles went into the kitchen and Derek let his head flop back onto the back of the couch while he listened to Jackson and Mary sorting out their coats. They made it into the living room minutes before Scott, Allison, Danny and Michael came back in stamping snow off their shoes and laughing about something that happened while they were out. Only Lydia to wait for now, Derek thought wanting them all to leave him alone so he could wallow in self-pity for a minute. He didn't get the chance because Allison settled onto the couch next to him and nudged his shoulder smiling at him.
The next minute the door swung open and Lydia skipped into the room, grin on her face as she looked around the room. "Am I late? Are we ready to go? What are we doing today?"
"Perfect." Scott said. "We can go now."
Everyone stood and walked into the front door to rug themselves up.
"Make sure you are all nice and warm." Stiles said when he came back from the kitchen and got himself rugged up. "Scott, Danny I got everything in the kitchen ready. Michael will you take everyone up?"
"Sure," Michael said with a smile leading the rest of the group out the front door while the other three headed out to the kitchen. Michael took everyone on a stroll through the woods surrounding the house giving Stiles and his group a chance to set up the last of the preparations needed. Stiles and his group met them at the base of the hill where they had sledded days before. Stiles spun when he got near the top of the hill and let himself flop back onto the snow his arms thrown wide. He laughed as he fell before throwing his arms and his legs out giving his impression in the snow more definition, creating his snow angel.
Everyone dropped where they stood to create their own snow angels. Lydia bouncing up first to draw a halo above her angel's head.
The group stood and admired their angels before Stiles started trekking up the rest of the hill, over the crest and to the small clearing beyond it which afforded a view over town but was protected along the back by a thick stand of trees. In the middle of the area was a ring of stone surrounding a pile of trees stumps ready for a camp fire. Around the ring of stones were camp chairs one for everyone with a mound of blankets on each one. There were a couple of eskies off to the side.
"Okay." Stiles said. "We are having a camp fire, we have hot coffee, tea and hot chocolate. There are hot chickens and buns for dinner. We also have the makings for toasted marshmallows when the fire gets started. There are blankets and extra scarves and things. So find yourself a chair, we have some music as well it's supposed to snow a bit more tonight but the trees should protect us somewhat or we can go inside." Stiles grinned and went to sit down. Scott sat on one side of him, Allison next to him, Mary sitting next to her to talk about the appointment earlier and Jackson claiming the last seat on that side. Derek walked over to the eskies looking down at them as the rest of the group got their seats. Danny took the last seat on the other side across from Jackson, Michael next to him and Lydia taking the spot which would leave one free seat between her and Stiles. Derek opened the eskies to see what was inside. One with thermoses, another with the hot chickens kept warm by the insulation, the last with alcohol, marshmallows and buns. The guys had organised well, there was not anything else they could possibly need.
"Derek?" Stiles called. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just being nosy."
"Come over, we are going to start the fire."
"I'll do it." Derek volunteered grabbing the matches sitting on the esky before moving over to the fire. Scott had set the fire up well at the very least. Derek lit the match and started the fire on some cardboard in several spots making sure the light wood would catch which would allow the bigger pieces to light. Ideally they should have lit it about an hour ago then the ash on the ground would be warming them already. He watched some of the small twigs catch alight the fire running along to the thicker sections. He stayed there for a moment before Mary poked him in the side and with a soft smile told him to go and sit down. Derek went and put the matches away ready for later if they were needed. Then he turned and grabbed the blankets off his seat and sat down leaving him on his lap.
Stiles reached across and grabbed his hand giving it a squeeze. As he turned to look at him he saw Allison watching him with that knowing stare that she kept using of late. Derek shared a smile with Stiles and then turned to watch the fire leaving his hand in Stiles'.
They sat around the fire telling stories and chatting, everyone moving around and changing spots to talk to different people as the evening progressed. Since Michael had only been in their group for a little over six months and didn't know their secret a number of the stories were altered a little but everyone took delight in telling stories Danny did not want him to know.
As the sky started to darken everyone had hot chicken rolls and spiked drinks before with glee Mary, Allison and Lydia found the marshmallows and went hunting for suitable sticks to be used to toast them over the fire. Derek tsked when they started toasting them, stealing Allison's stick and showing them how to do it. Putting the marshmallow in the fire and waiting until it was on fire. He pulled it out and watched as the sugar burned to black before blowing the fire out. With quick fingers he pulled the burned shell off and ate it before taking the gooey blob that was left on the stick and putting it into his mouth where it finished melting and he could eat it. With a grin he handed the stick back to Allison and watched as she had a go, she returned the grin when she was done and handed him his own stick and some marshmallows. Derek slid two on giving one to Stiles when it was cooked with a smile.
Eventually everyone pulled their chairs together until they were touching and sat around with big cups full of their favourite drinks watching the fire and in the distance the twinkling lights of the city below them.
It was late in the night when everyone decided it was too cold to stay. Everyone collected something to take back to the house while Derek stayed to put the fire out. He sent everyone inside ahead of him. Allowing himself to sit next to the fire for a few minutes before collecting some snow and dousing the flames. He let himself wolf out enough to see better in the dark since the moon was hiding behind the clouds now, he must have been outside for longer than he thought the sky was bright because of the moon when the rest of the pack went back.
Derek made his way down the hill looking at the snow angels they had made earlier, he allowed himself a sentimental moment and reached down to run his fingers over the length of Stiles' angel. He shook his head and continued on. Ahead of him was a beam of light, a torch, someone was out of the house. Derek moved towards the light changing back just before the beam washed over him.
"Derek."
"Stiles, what are you doing out here?"
"You were taking too long, I got worried."
Derek walked over and brushed his hand over Stiles'. "Come on, I just got distracted watching the fire."
"Okay, Derek." Stiles reached out and gripped Derek's elbow. "About before. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to apologise. I don't-"
Derek reached out and held onto Stiles' upper arm. "Don't worry about it, I told you. We can go as slow as you want. I'm sorry for pushing."
"You didn't. I just knew people would be coming soon and I didn't want them to walk in on something."
"Of course." Derek said swallowing thickly in the dark and throwing an arm around Stiles' shoulders. "Shall we go in?"
"Yes, it's turned quiet cold now."
"No fire." Derek said navigating his way back to the house with Stiles tucked into his side both of his arms around Derek's waist.
"Everyone has gone up to bed." Stiles said when they came through the door.
"Are you staying?" Derek asked cautiously.
"Oh course." Stiles said grabbing Derek's hand and walking them up the stairs turning lights off as they went.
Stiles kissed Derek when they crawled into bed together. Derek returned the kiss then pulled away and curled himself around Stiles' back. "Goodnight Stiles."
"Goodnight Derek." Stiles said listening to the breathing of Derek at his back.
It took a long while for both of them to fall asleep that night.
TBC
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