Title – First Snow
Author - Moonbeam
Rating – NC-17
Word Count -5274 (Got away from me a little)
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 am in an insanely good mood because I got news I was worried about last night when I posted and it turned out to be good. I am insanely happy with this part. Because of all of this I have written what is in my humble (HA) opinion some awesomely epic smut.
I would say this is it but I would be lying, I am planning on writing an epilogue tomorrow. I hope you all enjoy the payoff at the end of the fic. :D Sorry I couldn't help myself I got to the end of bottom!Derek and thought HEY SHOWER SEX…so I went with it. Really good mood today.
First Snow
by Moobeam
Chapter 09 – The Blizzard
Someone was knocking on Derek's door frantically. Derek jumped out of bed and headed downstairs, the snow from earlier in the night when everyone left had turned into something a lot like a blizzard outside. No one should have come out to his house in this weather at this time of night, 3am from Derek's clock as he threw on a jumper while running down the stairs, unless there was an emergency. Derek opened the door quickly and yanked Stiles into the house before too much snow or cold air could get in. Stiles striped out of his jacket, undid his shoes and then looked at Derek.
"What's wrong? What are you doing? Coming out here in that?"
"It's okay, everything is okay. The jeep is safe and I drove slowly."
"But why? It's 3am."
"We need to talk." Stiles grabbed Derek's hand and pushed him back until he was sitting on the stairs and Stiles was standing in front of him, rocking a little on his feet.
"Is everything okay?" Derek's heart clenched was Stiles going to dump him? He'd been expected it from the beginning but now it was happening.
"I'm sorry."
Derek decided vomiting was not unmanly.
"I have been thinking about what happened all those years ago and I blamed you and it wasn't your fault. I knew it was something you had to do and I knew you were doing the right thing but I should have waited. I loved you, God I still love you, I just love you so much it scares the crap out of me sometimes. When you left I thought to myself he doesn't want me. He had me and he doesn't want me anymore. He changed his mind. Scott told me I was being a dickhead. I was scared and I ran away. I should have given you some time and waited but I didn't I asked Jackie out and decided it was all your fault."
"Stiles." Derek's heart had started again it didn't sound like a break up speech.
"No, let me finish." Stiles said grabbing both of Derek's hands. "Scott talked to me yesterday and I haven't slept and I just had to come over and talk to you. I am scared. I'm scared that at some point someone is going to come along and steal you because-"
"Stiles, you are the only person I want. My God I wish I could explain to you how much I feel for you. I don't want anyone else and I am happy to wait. I will wait forever if you want. We can stay exactly where we are forever and I will be okay."
"That's not fair and that is not what I want. I want to be in a relationship with you, I am going to be a relationship with you because I thought about it and I realised something, you kept asking. If you had just felt bad you would have stopped, but you kept asking. You wanted me and even though I kept saying no you asked again, you put yourself out there for me repeatedly and I kept saying no. You don't do that if you are not serious. I believe you. I am so sorry I didn't before."
"Why did you say yes this time, I was too damned happy you did to ask before."
"Because I want you. Nothing changed that. When Shannon broke up with me she said that she was sick of being third fiddle in my life to my best friend and you. Then you asked me again and I was sick of saying no. I wanted to try again and then I got worried. What if something changed and it happened again. You had one night with me before and left, I let myself listen to all the stupid things people have said over the years and convinced myself you couldn't possibly want me for long. But we had our first date and even though I was worried I couldn't let you go, I couldn't break up with you because I want you. So I asked you to be patient and to take things slow. You have been so good to me. Even now, we went out that first snow and you knew, you knew it was something that Scott and I did and we wanted you and Allison there but you knew it was about us and you left us to it."
"Stiles. I will wait."
"Derek, you don't have to. I was thinking last night and it was my fault too. I could have waited for you, I know you well enough, even then, to have known you would have come back, you wouldn't have broken up with her if you weren't serious. I should have waited, or at the very least talked to you when you called those few times at the beginning. I have been scared and I don't need to, you are not going anywhere."
"I should have kept trying to call, but it was so hard and then Lydia told me you were with Jackie and it hurt so I just stopped trying."
"I'm sorry about that, I think a part of me wanted to hurt you."
"I don't care. I don't care about anything that happened then. Nothing is going to come between us this time, not if I can help it."
"No, it's not. When I talked to Scott about us taking you out in that first snow I knew I was ready but I kept pushing you away because it was easier to be scared than to have the courage to say that I love you, I have for a really long time, and even if you changed your mind tomorrow nothing would change for me and that is terrifying because I barely survived it last time you left, if you left me again I'm not sure I'd get over you."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I know." Stiles said leaning over and kissing Derek. Derek lifted his arms and pulled him in. With a silly grin Stiles pulled away from Derek grabbed his hand and started up the stairs.
Derek trailed behind Stiles up the stairs, when they got to his room Stiles walked over to the French doors that opened out onto the balcony and opened them. The almost transparent curtains billowing into the room with the wind. The room was suddenly frigidly cold. When all of the doors and windows were open Stiles turned back to Derek.
"Magical things happen when it's snowing." Stiles said as he pulled his top over his head.
"Are you sure?" Derek's hope was threatening to choke him but he needed to be sure this is what Stiles wanted before he took a single step.
"I am not going anywhere and neither are you. This is it Derek."
"Forever?" Derek asked his voice strained between hopeful and terrified.
"Forever!" Stiles said firmly, walking over and lifting Derek's shirt over his head.
The second Derek was free he lunged forward to seal his lips over Stiles' relief, joy and lust flooding his body making him giddy with it. Stiles moaned into the kiss, the first one in ages that felt like Derek was trying to devour him whole. Stiles pulled Derek closer, his fingers running into his hair, holding his neck closer letting Derek completely dominate the kiss.
Derek pulled away, kissing behind his ear, licking at the soft, sensitive skin, nibbling along the veins that made Stiles moan.
"I'm sorry." Stiles moaned out. "I shouldn't have kept pushing you away." Stiles gripped Derek's head and yanked his mouth back up for a thorough kiss, Stiles let his tongue run along the seam of Derek's lips, begging entrance freely given before dipping in to taste, touch and tease at Derek's mouth.
Derek started walking them back away from the freezing breeze coming through the windows and doors and towards the big warm bed, Derek pushed Stiles over onto the bed and crawled on following him as he scrambled higher up the mattress. "Then I suggest you pull me a little closer." Derek smirked.
Stiles groaned and reached out for him, pulling the heavy weight of his body down onto him. "That was terrible."
"Thanks." Derek said leaning down to kiss Stiles, wiping the smile from his face leaving a slightly dazed stare in its wake.
Stiles lifted his knees, gripped Derek and flipped them. Stiles settled on Derek's stomach, straddling him and looking down at him for a moment. "You are gorgeous."
Derek blushed, his cheeks turning a light pink.
"And you are beautiful too Stiles." Stiles said in a deeper voice.
"And you are beautiful too Stiles." Derek repeated yanking Stiles down until his lips were almost touching his own. "I missed you."
"I'm right here."
"But you weren't, you weren't you. Not here, not like this you were distant, cautious, decidedly not dorky."
"You like me dorky?"
"I love you dorky." Derek closed the tiny distance and kissed Stiles again.
"I feel different." Stiles said when he pulled away so Derek's warm breath was fluttering along his lips, he didn't want to pull any further away. "I feel like things are how they are supposed to be suddenly."
"There is no rush, we can still wait. The fact you are finally here with me is enough."
"I want you to touch me, properly. I want you to touch me how you want to touch me and not wait for me to make the first move. I want you to take what you want. I want you." Stiles pressed his entire body down into Derek's and kissed him, his mouth hot and hungry trying to show Derek that he was everything he really wanted.
Derek flipped them back over, pressed his body up into Stiles', pressed his hardening cock against Stiles' and pressed harder into his mouth. Stiles groaned into his mouth and yanked his head away panting before Derek bit down on his neck, nibbling along his shoulder licking to sooth the abused skin and moving onto the next part until his face was buried in the skin between Stiles' neck and shoulder. Derek laved it with his tongue as Stiles bucked up into him.
"Like this?" Derek asked moving over to the other side and repeating his actions.
"God yes." Stiles begged wriggling until he could press his lips against Derek's again. Derek ran his hands down Stiles' thighs until he reached his hips holding him snug as he rutted against him. "More!" Stiles asked.
"Less pants." Derek said rolling off of Stiles and pulling his pants from his body. When he looked over Stiles was staring at him as he used his feet to lift his hips up to push them down his body. "What?"
"I like watching you take you clothes off."
"Well I'd like to watch you taking yours off now too." Derek said throwing his pants away turning to rest on his elbow his body bare, his flushed cock curling up towards his abdomen. Derek's eyes though were trained on Stiles.
Stiles grinned and slowly undid the top button on his jeans, sliding the zipper down as slowly as he could. He pushed the flaps of his jeans apart and inched them down his body leaving his electric blue boxer-briefs where they were. Derek pupils were blown wide, his tongue resting on his lower lip as he followed the progress of the pants, down tightly muscled thighs covered in a sprinkling of dark brown hair, over knees with obvious scars from Stiles' uncoordinated youth, down calves, over ankles and finally off his feet and onto the floor at the end of the bed. Derek trailed his eyes back up Stiles' legs along all the flesh he was going to learn, lick, taste and know after tonight, no rush; he had time to learn every bit of Stiles' body. Derek's eyes rested on the bright underwear hiding Stiles from him, he reached out a firm hand and pressed it against the heaviness of his cock hiding inside. Derek wanted to touch, he gripped the material and ripped the cloth from Stiles' body and threw it over his shoulder. He bent forward quickly and licked Stiles' cock from base to tip before swallowing the hard flesh whole and sucking him down.
"Holy fuck!" Stiles screamed out, pressing his face into the pillow and gripping the hair on the back of Derek's head.
Derek curled his tongue around Stiles and slowly pulled his mouth back leaving Stiles' skin damp, he let go of the head with a plop and blew against the skin making Stiles shiver and buck up towards his mouth. Derek laughed and licked at Stiles' head, slipping the tip of his tongue along the slit, pushing down along the length of Stiles allowing his teeth to press gently into the skin causing Stiles to buck up into him.
"Sorry." Stiles muttered trying to pull away, Derek grinned around his cock and mumbled something causing Stiles to see sparks of colour instead of the ceiling above him while Derek curled his hand around Stiles' hip and pulling him back in letting the head of Stiles' cock rest snuggling against the back of his throat. "I am going to die by blowjob." Stiles muttered.
Derek laughed causing Stiles to scream out at the ceiling and buck his hips wildly. Derek pulled back and dropped his head down to pull one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it around and savouring the slightly salty taste of Stiles' skin.
"Please God, tell me you have lube within reaching distance." Stiles begged now that he could almost think straight.
"Top drawer." Derek said around his balls, both of which were now filling his mouth.
"Fuck me dead." Stiles ground out his entire body focussed on his sack and the things Derek was doing to it with his mouth.
"I'd really prefer to fuck you alive." Derek said with a smirk as he pulled his mouth away entirely and lifted his body up so he could look down at Stiles.
Stiles reached down and curled his hand around Derek's cheek. "You are such a dork at times. I really love you."
"Good." Derek said pressing into Stiles' hand.
Stiles poked his tongue out at Derek.
"If you are going to poke that thing out, you had best be prepared to use it." Derek smiled down at him.
Stiles pulled Derek's head down and put this tongue to excellent use until Derek was moaning into his mouth. Derek wrapped his hands around Stiles and rolled them back over, closer to his bedside table and ran his hands down Stiles' back until he had both globes of Stiles' backside in his hands and could pull him close their erections rubbing against each other, their precome mixing between them, Stiles' hand dropped between them and wrapped around their pressing cocks and moving over them together.
Stiles scrambled away from Derek, lunging across the space left between him and the top drawer, he yanked it open and grabbed the bottle he was looking for. When he turned back Derek was grinning at him.
"Shut up!" Stiles said moving back over and settling on Derek's abdomen.
Derek started laughing, "Horny?"
"So fucking hard I think my brain will become blood starved and I'll die if you don't fuck me soon." Stiles said handing Derek the bottle of lube.
Derek just pushed it back into his hand.
"What?" Stiles asked. "You want me to…to you."
"Yes." Derek said curling his hand around Stiles' cheek.
"I didn't think you would, I thought you always." Stiles had no idea how to get out what he wanted to say.
"I have never let anyone do this. I want you to."
"I haven't done this."
"Never?"
"You are the only man I have ever had sex with."
"Then I will be the only man who you ever have sex with. I want you to do this, please."
"Yes." Stiles said his entire face giving over to a lustful expression at the idea of being buried deep inside of Derek, stretched out underneath him, begging him for more, his warmth swallowing him whole until they both came apart screaming each other's names. "Holy crap."
"How do you want me?" Derek asked finding the look on Stiles' face painfully reassuring.
A number of thoughts ran though Stiles' head, so many possibilities. But only one for right now, only one for tonight. "Like this, I want to see you when you come."
"You are so fucking gorgeous." Derek said. "I love you, so much."
Stiles bent down and kissed him. "I love you too, I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise anymore, just don't push me away again?"
"Nope, you'll have to kick me out. I will be so freaking there you will feel smothered and annoyed and you'll tell me you need space."
"Just on the other end of the couch but we'll still play footsies." Derek smiled.
"I might be insanely jealous and possessive and I might be irrational sometimes." Stiles added.
"It's okay, I don't share well either." Derek said.
"Derek, you don't need to do that, you can tell me when I am doing something you don't like."
"I will. I don't like that your fingers aren't getting me ready for your cock."
Stiles' cock twitched and he scrambled back, pushed Derek's legs apart, forced them up and to the side until he could see the tight, puckered hole he wanted. He opened the lube, drizzled some onto his finger and pressed it to the opening, not in, just right there, warm and solid. He circled the taut muscle and then looked up at Derek and held his eyes and he pressed in, past the first bit of resistance, first knuckle, second, third. He looked down, couldn't help it, saw himself swallowed by Derek's body and started to move his finger. He looked back up at Derek whose eyes were tightly closed, he was muttering something.
"What? Does it hurt?"
"Chocolate chip cookie dough," Derek raised his voice allowing Stiles to hear him. "Bubblegum, very berry strawberry, mint choc chip, rocky road, pistachio almond."
"Derek, are they flavours of ice cream from Baskin-Robbins?"
Derek nodded. "Keep going, trying not to come. Hurry up."
Stiles looked down at his hand again, pulled all the way out and then slipped two in. Derek's long, loud moan matching the slide in. Stiles scissored his fingers, spread them, pulled and pushed them, heated and stretched the muscles around them until Derek begged for another finger in between muttering all the characters from the Muppets.
Stiles added more lubricant before sliding another finger in, watching Derek's eyes roll back in his head and his back arch stretching all the amazing muscles in his torso making Stiles lean down and follow some of them with his tongue while his fingers worked Derek's body.
Stiles worked his fingers in and out of Derek, he wanted him well and truly prepped because he was so fucking ready by that point that he was worried he'd come before he even got all the way inside of Derek.
"Stiles! Remember, fuck do that again, remember telling me to tell you…you…fuck…if you pissed me off? Get your fucking cock inside of me before I come without you there."
Stiles pulled his fingers out of Derek quickly lining up with Derek's entrance and sinking in with one deep unfaltering thrust. Stiles let his head drop down onto Derek's shoulders.
"Holy crap, I am going to die and this is the best fucking way to go." Stiles said breathing deep and trying to think about anything that was not about Derek in any way, which didn't work and there was no hope the second Derek clenched around him and Stiles lost his mind.
Stiles griped Derek's knee, lifted it back, pressed his body down to keep it there changing the angle that Stiles was pressing into him and started thrusting. Hard and deep, pulling most of the way out and pressing back in, rolling his hips up to set Derek's body on fire from a single cluster of nerves. Stiles barely set his rhythm before it fell apart and he was madly fucking up into Derek who was hissing out his name with each thrust, begging for more, for harder, for NOW! With a roar Stiles sank into Derek so his balls were pressed snuggly between his stretched out cheeks and came hard. Derek arched his back, bore down and came coating them both in his come.
Stiles came back to himself and saw Derek, eyes open wide, satisfied grin on his face, looking like he had just been thoroughly fucked. Stiles' cock gave one last half-hearted twitch and they both moaned. Stiles pulled from Derek's body causing Derek to gasp. Stiles collapsed at Derek's side breathing heavily. It was a few long minutes later that he realised he was shivering.
"When did it get so cold?" He asked turning to press into Derek's side.
Derek threw an arm around Stiles and kissed his head. "When you opened all the doors and windows in the room."
"Right." Stiles struggled up and found the blanket at the end of the bed tugging it over them both as he snuggled back down into Derek's side.
"But we aren't closing the windows?"
"Nope!" Stiles said kissing his shoulder.
"I love you, you insane twit."
Stiles laughed and pressed closer. Closing his eyes and letting the rhythm of Derek's heartbeat sooth him into sleep, Derek following closely behind.
A few hours later Stiles woke up Derek kissing along his shoulder. He pressed in tighter turning his head and capturing Derek's mouth without even opening his eyes.
"I am covered in come." Derek mumbled against his lips.
"Shower?"
"God yes, are you coming with me?"
Stiles nodded and threw the blanket off, his breath being stolen by the cold air of the room.
"Holy crap Stiles, can I close the windows?"
"No. Snow is magical."
"Okay," Derek said walking into the bathroom with Stiles trailing behind him enjoying the spectacular arse swaying in front of him.
Derek started the shower, hot, and got in, pulling Stiles in behind him.
Stiles spun Derek in the shower and slid his arms around Derek's broad shoulders. Reaching up to press his lips against Derek's before tucking his head under his chin, sliding his arms down around Derek's waist and just feeling the water cascading down his back and Derek all along his front.
"Do, that's why Scott yanked you out of the room yesterday?"
"Hmmm."
"To talk to you about us?"
Stiles pulled back to look Derek in the eye. "Yeah, told me some stuff it would have taken me longer to work out. I think there was a fair amount of Allison in the deductions though."
Derek smiled and kissed him quickly.
"But, I knew something was wrong. Things were bad yesterday; he just said all the things I was too scared to think about." Stiles said pressing his face back into the dip of Derek's shoulder.
"I pushed you the day before. I didn't want to push you again."
"You didn't push me. I pulled away was about to say take me upstairs and then I thought about everyone else coming over, thought too long, then the door opened and I didn't know how to fix it. I hated the look on your face, you were so hurt and I hated that I did it but I didn't know how to fix it."
Stiles stretched up and kissed Derek desperately. "I am so sorry."
Derek kissed Stiles back, held him closer, let his body comfort Stiles because he could forgive Stiles this, could forgive Stiles being scared and running, because he'd been scared for years until Stiles finally said yes again. That one little word had been enough to give Derek the courage wait just a little bit longer, give Stiles the time he needed to get from that yes to the real yes.
Stiles pulled away panting, his eyes wide and Derek kissed the tip of his nose to get a smile. He got a laugh instead.
Stiles pulled back and reached down for the body wash, working it to a lather between his hands and working the dried come from Derek's abdomen while Derek returned the favour, each stroke of his hand causing Derek's cock to harden, waking up. Once they were both clean Derek spun Stiles around and pressed his chest into Stiles' back enjoying the warmth of Stiles body and the way his cock nudged the other man's backside.
Derek pressed further into Stiles' back. They were both under the warm spray and Stiles pressed back into him firmly not holding himself back at all and nothing in Derek's life had ever made him happier. He dropped his head down and sealed his lips over the tendons of his neck. Stiles moaned and pressed himself tighter into Derek stretching his neck out making it easier for Derek to nibble from just behind his ear all the way down to the juncture between shoulder and neck. He bit at the marks he had made earlier, enjoying the sounds Stiles was making and the way he was thrusting his hips back and forth against him with the tiniest, most captivating movements.
"Derek, please, I want you inside of me." Stiles panted out rubbing himself against Derek's growing erection.
Derek pulled away, dropped to his knees and pushed Stiles' over until his face was pressed against the cool tiles in front of him and his backside was jutting out. Derek lifted his hands to massage the flesh in front of him, cupping Stiles' arse and running his thumbs down the cleft between them to skim over Stiles' entrance. Stiles pushed back into him, Derek grinned spread Stiles' arse cheeks wide and dived in to press an open mouthed kiss to Stiles.
"Holy fuck," Stiles groaned out planting his feet more firmly and wriggled back into Derek's mouth.
Derek licked at Stiles, pressing his wet tongue against Stiles' entrance until he started to give, his tongue sliding further and further in each swipe. He pulled back and pressed his thumb forward, the pad against the circle of flesh stretching Stiles out, making him moan out Derek's name. Derek pulled it back sealed his mouth back over the ring of muscle and sucked while his tongue pressed, persistent and steady opening Stiles up; stretching him.
Stiles could feel his tongue, inside and outside, his top teeth resting against his sensitive skin digging in just a little, his lips pressing firm against his skin. Ever swipe or change in pressure made Stiles' cock twitch.
Derek used his tongue to move in and out of Stiles, but he wanted more.
Stiles had no idea what Derek was using for lubricant but between one moment and the next his lips, tongue and teeth were replaced with two fingers pressing in slowly stretching him out.
Derek leaned forward and kissed Stiles just below his hairline from left all the way around, licking at the sensitive skin behind his ear, down the tendon in his neck, his fingers constantly working, twisting and turning, pressing and pulling, spreading and twining and wringing everything he could from Stiles. Finding all the places and secret spots that make Stiles tremble and make noises and beg for more and harder.
Derek switched to the other side of Stiles' neck and the same time as Stiles reached behind him and grasped Derek's cock, wanking it in time to the thrust of Derek's fingers. Derek pressed a third finger in. Stiles gripped Derek tight and twisted his hand around Derek's cock.
"Holy crap Stiles. Stop that."
"When you stop teasing and fuck me already."
Derek pulled his fingers from Stiles, peeled Stiles fingers from him, gave himself a quick jerk to slick his cock and then lined himself up. He kept his eyes on Stiles' entrance as he pressed in, watching Stiles' body stretch and accept him. The sight of Stiles' body swallowing him made his cock twitch.
Derek gripped one of Stiles' hips the other reaching around to encircle Stiles' cock. He set a slow rhythm, pulling out and rolling his hips back in, pressing into Stiles' prostate every time, a glancing blow. His hand on Stiles moving in time with his hips. Stiles matched him pressing back to catch his cock and forward to press into his hand. They moved together slowly, savouring the warm water and the feel of the other knowing nothing was going to ruin this now.
Derek dropped his head down onto Stiles' neck mouthing at him as he pushed them both higher, closer. One of Stiles' hands reached back, curled around his neck, his own head turning so he could capture his lips. Stiles moved his tongue in time with Derek's cock. They stood together, twined around each other.
With a slow and steady build Derek felt his cock tightening, his lower back tingling, his balls firming until with a pleasured gasp he pulled from Stiles' mouth and came inside of him. The duel sensation of Derek coming inside of him and the constant swipe along his cock making Stiles arch his back and with a strangled moan sounding a lot like 'Derek' he came coating Derek's hand and the wall in front of him.
Derek pulled from Stiles slowly, savouring the sensation on his overly sensitive skin.
They took turns standing under the spray washing off while the other watched on with small smirks and undisguised longing and lust even though their need was abated for now.
Derek turned the water off and pulled Stiles out of the shower, wrapping a big fluffy towel around him and wiping some of the water from his chest. Stiles pushed him off and pointed to his own towel. Their eyes didn't leave the other's bodies or faces. Derek moved into the other room, found more blankets and threw them on the bed, handing Stiles a pair of soft pants that slung down low on his lips. Derek gave into the desire to bend down and place a kiss on Stiles' hip just above his pants where the muscles at his side created a dip.
Stiles grinned at him when he lifted up and Derek pushed him into the bed, following behind curling his body around Stiles who also curled into him until they were facing and a mess of limbs that couldn't be distinguished. They kissed for a while, sleepy and slow, pressed into each other just enjoying the warmth of the cocoon around them and the relaxed feeling of the other's body pressed into theirs.
"Move in with me." Derek asked Stiles when they were pressed close, their lips almost touching, their breath curling around the other, safe from the cold air under all their blankets.
"Yes." Stiles said without hesitation.
"Marry me." Derek asked again, not wanting to waste another second now that Stiles seemed to get that nothing in the world is going to rip them apart if he has a say.
"Yes." Stiles answers immediately.
"Tomorrow."
"Yes. We'll go to Vegas, get married by Elvis."
"I will book the flights as soon as I wake up." Derek said.
"And if they are too far away we'll drive." Stiles finished.
Derek curled further around Stiles. Forever, exactly what I want, he thought.
"So do I." Stiles said responding to words Derek didn't even realise he'd said aloud.
The End
