I woke up with an awful headache and a dry throat. All of a sudden last nights events came rushing back into my brain and I sat up, groaning at the pain. I trotted downstairs to find some paracetamols and some water, telling myself I would never drink again. Derek was already making coffee when I walked into the kitchen. I felt myself blush; remembering that I'd kissed him last night. Hey, at least I had only kissed his cheek. Imagine if I'd kissed him on the lips; I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be smiling at me right now, handing over tablets and water.

"Thanks". I mumbled.

"No problem". He chuckled to himself. "I take it you don't want anything to eat just yet?"

"No way". My stomach churned at the thought of food. I sat at the counter, opposite Derek and just stared at my water. Derek seemed to be concentrating on drinking his coffee. I had a feeling we both just felt awkward about my whole kiss thing last night and so I decided I should clear the air.

"I, um..." I was trying to find the right words to say but I couldn't think of anything.

"What's up?" Derek asked, looking at me now.

"Nothing". I lied. I knew I couldn't just ignore the incident but I really didn't want to draw attention to it.

"Hangover that bad?" Derek smiled, taking hold of my hand. My heart fluttered at the touch, but I knew it was just Derek being concerned for me.

"The worst". I mumbled, hoping he would keep hold of my hand. But he got up and walked around to where I sat, dragging me off my seat. "What are you doing man?" I complained.

"Come on, you need a shower". Derek chuckled, pulling me up the stairs. I was too weak to resist.

"You're saying I stink? Oh, thanks dude". I whined at him.

"No, I'm not. But having a shower will make you feel better; it'll wake you up". He replied.

"Promise?" I asked, hoping he was right.

"Yes". He led me to the spare room and was about to leave me when I fell onto the bed. "Stiles, shower not bed".

"Ugh, I can't be bothered". I complained, wanting to just sit on the bed. When Derek grabbed for my hand to pull me up, I pulled him down next to me instead. We sat there for a few minutes before Derek made to get up again. I stopped him, keeping him sitting next to me.

"Derek". I said.

"Yes Stiles?" He answered.

"Last night, the kiss thing...I'm really sorry". I rushed the words out, hoping Derek wouldn't be angry at me for bringing it up. "I just...I guess I was a bit too drunk and I was happy you helped me get home and stuff. I understand if you want me to leave, I know I overstepped the friendship boundaries but I hope..." I was probably going to ramble on for ages when Derek stopped me.

"Stiles, just shut up". He replied. I looked at him, scared that he was going to just kick me out right there and then. But he didn't. What he did instead surprised me.

"I'm sorry". I tried again.

"I said shut up". Derek said, looking right into my eyes now. I was about to get up and leave, when Derek just kissed me. Not a kiss on the cheek like I had done last night, but an actual kiss. On the lips. It was quick but it had definitely happened and it was enough to make my heart jump around like a maniac. I couldn't grasp what had happened until Derek was at the door, leaving the room.

"Shit, I'm sorry Stiles". He said, leaving and heading for the stairs. I wanted to just run after him and kiss him again and again and again. But I really needed to shower and space to think and so I did just that. I made it the quickest shower in history though, wanting so bad to just be with Derek again. I still couldn't believe he had actually kissed me. It must have meant he liked me, right? He wouldn't have kissed me on the lips for no reason. When I was out the shower and dressed, I nervously made my way back downstairs to find that Derek had left, leaving me a note simply saying 'Had to go out, see you later. Key is in on the table. Sorry'. I just stared at it. How could he kiss me then just leave me here, in his house? Plus I had no way of getting back to mine. Well, I could have walked but it was too far in my hungover state. I considered staying for a while but decided to call my dad to come pick me up. Thankfully he wasn't at work and came over straight away. I must have been frowning so much in the car as my dad kept asking what was wrong.

"Seriously kiddo, you ok?" Dad asked, glancing at me.

"I'm fine dad, really". I lied.

"Son, you can talk to me, you know that right?"

"I know. It's just... I don't really feel like talking about it, not yet dad". I replied, trying to smile at him.

"I understand. But I'll be here if you change your mind". He said as he pulled up outside our house.

"Thanks". I said. "I'll see you later". I walked over to the house as my dad made his way to work. I spent a couple of hours just watching crap on TV, eating junk and drinking water. I kept staring at my phone, hoping Derek would call or text me. I hated that he'd kissed and ditched me. But then my doorbell rang and I rushed to the door, hoping it was Derek. It wasn't.

"Erica? Um, hi..." I said with shock. I didn't even realise she knew where I lived. "What you doing here?" I asked, letting her in.

"Hope you don't mind sweetie. I just came to talk to you about something". She smiled, sitting next to me on the sofa. I turned the volume down on the TV to listen to her.

"Oh, what about?" I asked.

"Derek".

"Oh". I didn't feel like talking about him that much. It was hurting that he'd ditched me and still hadn't called.

"He came around to see me earlier". She stated.

"So that's where he went". I mumbled.

"Yeah, he told me he'd left you at his, showering". Erica grimaced. "Just so you know, I smacked him for that. That was totally un cool".

"Don't I know". I was looking at the floor, not wanting Erica to see the hurt I knew was across my face.

"He also told me he kissed you". She pushed on, waiting to see my reaction.

"Really? Well he could have at least stuck around to tell me how much he regrets it and that he didn't mean it. I hate that he left me there; I didn't even have a ride home!" I complained, looking at her.

"Regret? Stiles, are you stupid?" She smiled slightly.

"What?" I was confused at her expression.

"Look, tell me the truth here sweetie. Did you like that he kissed you, or do you hate him for it?"

"I..." I blushed a bit, but decided to just tell her the truth. Apparently my friendship with Derek was over anyway, given the way he left me. "Yes ok, I liked it. And I wish he'd meant it, I really do".

"I knew it". Erica was grinning now.

"Excuse me?" I was a bit pissed off that she found it amusing that I fancied someone I couldn't have.

"Stiles, Derek did mean it. I can't believe how stupid you both are, oh my God! It's crazy". She said, and carried on explaining when she saw my confused expression. "Derek likes you. In fact, I'm pretty sure he loves you. He came around mine because he was so upset thinking he'd screwed up everything with you".

"Um..." I didn't know what to say.

"So, you like him. That's a relief; maybe Derek will stop whining about how he can't have you but that you're the most amazing guy in the world".

"He said that?" I couldn't help to ask.

"All the time". She smiled, rubbing my arm. "Please go see him Stiles. He hates himself right now".

"He's the one who left". I was still upset about it.

"Because he was scared of how you'd react. Are you going round?" She asked, getting up to leave.

"Try and stop me". I smiled, both excited and nervous at the same time.

The whole ride over to Dereks I was a nervous wreck. Even though Erica had told me that Derek loved me, I still had a slight doubt in the back of my mind. I just wanted him to want me like I did him. When I knocked on his door, he didn't answer. But I knew he was in and so I decided to let myself in. I walked down the hall and found Derek just stood in the living room.

"Hey". I said, walking over to him. He jumped when he heard my voice, turning to me.

"Stiles I..." It looked like he was about to apologize again so I stopped him.

"Derek, don't". I said.

"Don't what?" Confusion flashed over his face.

"Don't tell me you're sorry, or tell me to forget it". I whispered.

"Sorry?" Derek whispered back at me. I stepped closer to him, daring myself to hold his hand. He didn't object, which made me feel better.

"You kissed me Derek".

"I know".

"You kissed me on the lips. Why?" I wanted to know if he felt the same or if it had just been a mistake.

"I..." Derek was the one blushing now. "Stiles..." He couldn't seem to find the words to say what he wanted to say. I was so scared of his rejection that I snapped at him to tell me as I couldn't take it anymore.

"DEREK! Just tell me one thing – do you regret it?" I braced myself for his answer. Even with Ericas reassurance I still didn't quite believe he liked me.

"What? No, of course I don't regret it Stiles". Derek was looking at the floor now. My heart was beating so fast and I could just feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me. Derek Hale had kissed me, and he didn't regret it. This was the best moment of my life. I couldn't stop myself from doing what I did next. I reached my hand up and held his face to make him look at me.

"I'm glad you did it". I whispered, and kissed him back. Derek seemed shocked at first, but it didn't take him long to kiss me back too. His hand held onto my hip and he pulled me in closer. I opened my mouth to give access for his tongue, and I felt myself groan at how amazing it was. Derek was an amazing kisser. Coming up for air, we pressed our foreheads together, staring into each others eyes. We didn't say anything then, just made our way over to the sofa and sat down. Derek turned to me, our hands still locked together.

"I've wanted to do that for so long". Derek smiled nervously at me.

"I wish you'd done it sooner". I squeezed his hand.

"So do I". He agreed, reaching over and kissing me again. I reluctantly pulled away from Derek, and smiled when he tried to pull me back toward him.

"As much as I want to just keep kissing you, we really should talk". I said.

"I know". He replied, just looking at me.

"But I guess we could always talk tomorrow?" I grinned at him

"Sounds good to me". Derek pulled me back toward him, kissing me with much more need than before. He then pushed me back down and was straddling on top of me, kissing my neck. I knew I was smiling, because I was just so happy. "What you grinning about?" Derek asked, kissing me on the lips again.

"You". I replied. "Just you". We stayed on the couch for a bit longer, just kissing and feeling each other up a little. But I had to get home; I really should spend the night at home after three nights at Dereks. I could have stayed there with him all night, but I knew I had to leave. Derek walked me to my jeep.

"We should talk tomorrow then". I said to him.

"Yes, definitely". Derek was holding my hand.

"And kissing, we should do more of that too. I like it".

"The kissing is good". Derek smiled, just as his lips found mine once more. It was a quick sort of goodbye kiss and I really didn't want to leave but I pulled myself away and hopped into the jeep.

"I'll see you tomorrow". I told him before I drove away. I had a huge smile on my face the whole way home because I was so unbelievably happy.

NOTES

I'm sorry if this sucks!
By the way, I can't write 'sexy' stuff very well so I apologize in advance for how awful anything intimate will be!
I know I'm not too good of a writer anyway, but thanks for putting up with me!