A/N: This chapter was short but I decided to expand it a little bit. You get a brief peek into what happened when Stiles and Derek were alone in the forest after escaping the Hunters.
They had split up in their teams. Stiles was walking the perimeter and using the crystals to carve symbols into the bark of some of the trees. He was even putting some sigils into the ground as a way to add extra power to some of his wards, though whether or not they were actually going to be effective was another story. His father was by his side the whole time, watching him do his thing, and he couldn't help wonder if his father were trying to memorize the symbols so that he could research them later when the threat was over.
At the first sound of leaves crunching near them his father turned and prepared to draw his weapon. When Derek emerged from between a grouping of trees he was thankful that his wards weren't yet active. "Sheriff, Chris Argent wants to speak with you at the entrance. Something about explosive charges."
"I'll be right back," his father said, rushing off to find the man. "Stay with him until I get back."
"Sure," Derek said, meeting Stiles' eyes. He was smirking at him and Stiles couldn't help but do the same.
"Not now."
"What?," Derek asked, feigning ignorance.
"I can't flirt with you right now. I have work to do."
"Was I flirting? I had no idea."
"If you had been like this when we first met, instead of you throwing me up against walls, I would have realized how charming you are a whole lot sooner."
"Throwing you against walls was foreplay. I thought you knew that."
Stiles rolled his eyes which gave Derek the perfect opportunity. He felt himself being moved and the sudden pressure of the tree against his back. Derek's lips enveloped his own and his hips pushed against Derek on instinct. Stiles was panting when Derek let him up for air.
"Yeah, I should probably just drop out of high school so that we can do this all day."
"I wouldn't complain. At least until your dad shot me for letting you quit school. I'm guessing you didn't tell him...?"
"Not yet. I haven't figured out how to tell him that you and I are dating."
Derek chuckled and leaned in, kissing Stiles' neck. "Well, at least if there are any witches in the area looking for virgins to sacrifice, you're in the clear. Though I think it best we avoid mentioning that to your father."
"Yeah. I'll just tell him how you defiled me in the middle of the forest with killers hunting us down. No thanks."
It was Derek's turn to roll his eyes. "Like it was my idea! You were all 'you look hot in those jeans and I don't want to die a virgin.'"
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "True, but you're older. That means you're the more responsible party."
"Says who?"
"The State of California. If you want me to collect everyone and take a poll I can, but I'm pretty sure they're all going to agree with me."
"You're delusional. And oddly alluring."
"Hey, maybe when all of this is over you can growl for me again?" He is whispering now so that only Derek can hear him.
"I still can't believe that is what sent you over the edge."
"I have a thing for monsters. I had wet dreams about Frankenstein a few years ago for two weeks straight. Oddly enough his Bride was kinkier than he was, but he made up for it in other areas."
Derek laughed and it was music to his ears. What wasn't music was the Sheriff clearing his throat. Derek separated from him immediately and they both turned to him. "Dad. Hi. Wow, this is super awkward. Um, surprise?"
"What did I just walk in on?"
"Sheriff...," Derek began, but something in his father's expression caused him to suddenly go quiet.
"I can't take this right now. I just can't. You go back to wherever you were and you stay the hell away from my son."
"Dad..."
"Get out of here, Hale. I won't give you another opportunity."
Stiles watched Derek walk away and he felt it deep inside, like two ends of a rubber band being forced further and further apart. He looked back and his father and the man looked the most disheveled he had ever appeared in Stiles' lifetime. "Dad, I'm sorry. We were going to tell you. It just happened."
"Not now. Just finish what you have to do so we can go."
"Come on. It isn't..."
"Stiles, not now," he said sternly. Stiles knew the discussion was over for him and he'd just have to deal with it. He sighed and then pulled the quartz from his pocket and turned his attention back to the symbol he was carving into the tree.
"Are you sure about this?"
"I want this. I want you."
"Stiles, we don't have to rush this. I know it's your first time. It shouldn't be out in the woods."
"Derek, I swear to god if you don't start taking your pants off, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs. I need for this to happen and I need it to be amazing. Can you help me out here?"
"Sure. If you're sure."
"I'm totally sure. Completely. Derek, the time for talking is over. I'm standing here in the middle of the woods completely naked and you're looking at me like I'm speaking in French or something. Just take off your clothes and have sex with me. Okay?"
"Okay. When did you get so assertive?"
"I've been hanging out with Lydia."
Once the sigils were finished, Stiles and his father rejoined the rest of the group.
"The sigils are set and I'm good to go."
"The proximity charges were placed and dad and I brought in our weapons. We'll be prepared for the hunters," Allison said.
"And I'm ready to kill them with my claws if any of you are wondering," Peter boasted.
"So we're set up. How exactly are they going to know to find you here?," Boyd asked.
"Deaton and I set up tracks and the Sheriff put the building's location on the police blotter. It should be just enough to tip them off without raising much suspicion."
"Can I just say that this is the most elaborate plan we've ever attempted? What if it doesn't work?"
"Then we'll go to the backup plan," Lydia said.
"Which would be what?," Chris asked.
"I haven't thought of it yet."
"Okay. Any other questions?"
"Yes. How long has my son had a crush on Derek Hale?" Stiles felt his face redden immediately.
"What did he just say?"
"Dad, not a good time for you to suddenly want to talk about this. None of them knew."
His father was visibly surprised. "Really? Well, at least I know something that they didn't know."
"I'm so confused right now," Erica said, staring Stiles down.
Peter took one look at Stiles and then a quick glance at his nephew. "Actually, it makes a lot of sense."