AN: Really? I have to say it? I don't own them; I just play with them in my mind. Sometimes I do BAD things to them….don't we all?

Thank you for everyone who continues to review and favor this collection of short fics. I keep writing them because of you. Hope you enjoy this one.

When Derek knew

It wasn't love at first sight, more like earth shattering annoyance with a side of "I'm going to kill him and no one will find the body." The boy could talk, long breathless rambles that jumped from topic to topic, following no logical trail, random babbling sound that never seemed to end.

How could he still be living because he certainly never took a breath? Even pinned to the wall, Derek's teeth almost breaking the skin of his neck, Stiles would barely pause. His voice would raise an octave and take on a shuttering cant that Derek found himself enjoying, but the words would continue to flow. He was the damn Niagara Falls of words.

It wasn't until after the whole kantima incident, with Jackson finally a wolf and not a mindless killer lizard that Derek was able to catch his wind and actually think about Stiles. Brave, quick on his feet, loyal, and cute. Oh yeah, and annoying but that was starting to take backseat to his cuteness.

The way his eyes sparkled when he was telling about his newest research, his gently bitten lower lip when he was nervous, and the way he was starting to smell when ever Derek was near. Because werewolves, they pick up on important scents such as fear, anger, and lust. There was still the slightest whiff of fear with Stiles but more and more lust was the predominate scent flowing from him.

And the stronger the scent the more the mahogany eyed boy rambled, words gushing from his supple lips, drawing Derek's eye to their moist bow. The rapid dance of his heart drawing him ever closer.

The crescent moon was low in the sky the night Derek made his move. Training over the pack dispersed, disappearing into the woods and darkness. For the entire night Stiles had made a point of not calling Derek by his name. He had a slew of names: Sour wolf, Grumpy Mc Grouchy, Broody Brows, and Alph-poo. The fact he was still alive and not gutted like a fish was testament to Derek's self control and growing affection. Mostly his self control.

Alone Stiles walked back to his jeep, footsteps light with his happiness, teeth catching the moonlight as he grinned, the soft murmur of his not so internal monologue filling the air.

Derek stepped out of the woods directly in front of him, his soundless arrival startling the young man. "Jesh, are you starting a magic show? Cause really, you have enough super cool powers in you wolfie arsenal. I guess you could be the Amazing Alph – Poo but I would hate to see you pull a rabbit out of your hat. It would probably end up being your lunch, all munchie, chrunchie."

His mouth was moving full speed and his scent, sharp and tangy wafting into the night air, lust with just a hint of fear, better than the sweetest perfume. Heartbeat pounding out a rhythm that forced Derek closer, stepping into the smaller man's personal space and causing him to look up, eyes bright and clear.

"You talk too much."

"Funny, lots of people tell me that. I do try to keep quiet but it never seems to stick. I mean, I'm sure I can be quiet if you want me to, you don't have to tear out my throat or my tongue. Course if I had to pick I'd go with my tongue because I can live with that, I couldn't lick an ice cream cone anymore but that's why God made spoons. Dear Lord, don't kill me, I'm shutting up!"

Derek pinned Stiles against the nearest tree nose resting in the crook of his neck, inhaling the tempting smell, lips hovering over the quick fire pulse. "Say my name." He whispered, lips painting Stiles' skin with his words.

"Derek?" A timid question, the smell of fear intensifying.

Derek pressed his lips to Stiles' pulse right below his ear. The softest of kisses, the slightest touch of his tongue. "Again."

"Derek!" A hushed moan, his chin thrusting upward exposing a pale line of throat, lifting up on his toes and pressing his body against the hard, warm line of Derek's body, he whispered again, "Derek!"

Derek released Stiles' shoulders, running his hands upward to cradle his head. Thumb stroking a cheekbone with one hand while the other gently scratched the nape of Stiles' neck nails sending shivers down his spines. Staring briefly into those mahogany brown eyes, he tilted his head slowly back and forth, lips brushing softly against Stiles' each time.

Ahhh, there was that heavenly scent, fear long forgotten, it's spiciness filling his senses, and his world narrowed until it was just Stiles. Nibbling at Stiles' lips, Derek worked his way into a deeper kiss, tongue sliding past lips to explore, an explosive give and take that left both panting and trembling with emotion.

"What are you doing? You don't even like me." Stiles pulled his scattered wits around him, sharp teeth pinching the inner section of his lower lip causing it to jut just the slightest bit out. A tempting treat for a dark haired wolf.

"I like you just fine." Derek growled taking possession of the lower lip, kissing Stiles until he was mentally scrambled, eyes wide and mouth red and swollen from his assault. "If you tell me, I'll stop. But I don't want you too. Don't tell me to stop."

"Don't stop", Stiles moaned pulling himself flush with Derek, chest pressed to chest. "I don't want you to stop." His hands were gripped around Derek's shirt, pulling it upward when Scott voice rang through the night.

"Stiles! Where are you? I need you to take me to get my car? I need to go pick up my mom."

And, yes, there are people out there that are more annoying then Stiles. "I hate Scott." Derek pulled away after leaving one more whisper soft kiss on Stiles' lips.

"Me too at this moment."Catching Derek's arm before he could disappear, he added, "Can we finish this sometimes? My dad works late tomorrow. "

An appropriately wolf like grin spilt Derek's face."Tomorrow night, your house, I'll be there." Leaning in Derek gently nipped Stiles' neck before vanishing into the trees, just as Scott appeared.

"Thank goodness I caught you. I almost forgot." While Scott was a great best friend but his wolf sharp senses needed a lot of work because he didn't notice the rapid breath or passion kissed lips.

Stiles climb into the jeep, a smile plastered to his face, eagerly waiting the next evening.

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