Author's Note: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yeah this one's likely ending soon. I own nothing.

10. Caught

It took Derek less than five minutes to get back to his loft. He ignored the smoke pluming out of his windows and vaulted up the stairs taking them five and six at a time. He yanked his door open almost pulling it off its hinges. The scent was still there. Lavender soap and smoke and the woods after rain. He pushed past Peter and Deaton and found himself at Stiles side in moments. He knelt down next to her and brushed some soot off her cheek and she turned into his touch and those sunny whiskey eyes opened and smiled at him. He couldn't help himself, he pulled her into a kiss. Then froze. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. He made to pull back but Stiles flung her arms around him sending him off balance. He fell to the floor his arms wrapping around Stiles as his head spun. She hadn't rejected him. In fact, she was kissing him with an enthusiasm that could only belong to Stiles. His hand found the back of her head and he deepened the kiss as the other wolves made it up to the door and laughter and applause filled the loft. Derek didn't notice the noise die down, he was a bit preoccupied with Stiles tongue in his mouth. He did hear the click of a gun's safety though and pulled back flipping them so he was between Stiles and the threat. Stiles squeaked, foam flying off her hair and clothes.

"Hale, get your hands off my daughter right now!" Stiles glanced over Derek's shoulder and spotted her father slipping his gun into his holster. She would have been bent double laughing if Derek wasn't mostly shifted at the moment. She ran a hand along his arm and placed her palm gently on his face, mostly to hide the sideburns that weren't normally there.

"It's ok Derek it's just my dad." Derek took a deep breath slowly shifting back before he helped her to her feet staying in contact with her the whole time. He wrapped an arm around her and stepped behind her so she fit perfectly under his chin. He nuzzled into her hair for a moment before the sheriff cleared his throat.

"We got a call about excess smoke." John ran his eyes around the apartment. There was still smoke making its way out of the room and a charred pile of fluff where there had once been a couch. Stiles was covered in soot and ashes and what looked like the spray from a fire extinguisher. John sighed.

"Stiles. I want you to be honest with me for once. Did you set yourself on fire?" Stiles glanced around the room. Everyone was here most of them looked fine. Erica had a rapidly disappearing bruise on her arm and she could just see what was likely to be a colorful bruise on Scotts back above his shirts collar. She could feel something warm on Derek's chest as it pressed into her back, he was wearing the shreds of a shirt. He seemed like he was almost using her to hide the blood he was probably covered with.

"No…?" John sighed, there was no way he was going to get the truth out of her right now. He really hoped that was lipstick smeared across her mouth but somehow, he doubted it.

"Fine don't tell me the truth. But when you get home we are having a long, involved conversation about fire safety and your choice in men. Hale… Get your fire alarm fixed." Shaking his head John turned and left pulling out his phone to call off the fire department. The whole room let out a breath as the sheriff made his exit. Stiles turned around so she was facing Derek.

"So Mates huh?" Derek blushed bright red. Allison's mouth fell open and Lydia and Erica whooped and hugged each other as Stiles pulled Derek into another kiss. Peter smiled slightly as Derek buried his face in her hair. Stiles laughed as Deaton rolled his eyes and gathered up his book before bowing out. There was a knock at the door and Stiles looked up to see Kira peeking into the room. She had a glass casserole dish in her hands.

"I know I'm late, but seriously what did I miss!?" Stiles broke down giggling as Derek shook his head at Lydia and Erica excitedly filling Kira in on the events of the past two or so hours. Peter grabbed a beer off the still mostly intact refreshments table.

"Well my dear nephew, I am happy for you. Keep a close eye on that one from now on." He popped the top off the beer with a claw and turned away from the pair. Derek kissed Stiles on the forehead and Scott made an exaggerated gagging noise from where he was wrapped around Kira. Stiles flipped him off and pulled Derek into yet another kiss. He couldn't help but smile into her mouth. This was something he could most definitely get used to.