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Jackson was laying on the couch in Derek's loft, his head on Stiles' lap. Stiles was chatting with Lydia about something he couldn't care less about. He was enjoying what Stiles was doing to his hair; his fingers tugged and played with the strands, his blunt nails scraping gently over his scalp. They were all on break from school and they hadn't left Derek's house in a little over 36 hours.

Jackson had wanted to enjoy being able to spend the night with Stiles in his arms but his plans were thwarted when Lydia swooped in. She had spent 2 hours fussing over every inch of Stiles and then proceeded to keep him talking to her most of the day. Jackson had gotten a few precious moments of kissing and groping while Lydia man handled Aiden. Then she was back at full force. Lydia and Stiles had stayed up all night which means Jackson was up as well. Now he was grumpy but he found a small comfort in his human's fingers massaging his scalp.

He closed his eyes and focused on the steady beat of Stiles' heartbeat. The rhythm matched his own perfectly and he couldn't help but smile.

"What are you smiling about?" Lydia asked cautiously.

"Nothing that concerns you." He said with a smirk. He grabbed Stiles hand and place a gentle kiss to the back of his hand before turning and attempting to sleep.

"You know, Stiles, he never acted like this before." She said with a grin.

"I know." He chuckled and looked down at Jackson with mirth in his eyes. "But you know, I think I'd still want him even if he was a complete dick again."

Jackson's eyes opened but he smirked. "And I'd still want you if you learned how to shut up."

Stiles smacked the side of his head playfully. They laughed and it was sweet. Jackson liked the fact that hey could joke about those things now. He liked that Stiles felt comfortable enough with him now to let him joke back. Stiles used to joke around him all the time but most people weren't allowed to joke back.

Lydia and Stiles talked until Jackson fell asleep. It was a few hours later when he woke up. He looked up and Stiles head was tilted back and slightly to the side. He was definitely asleep. Jackson sat up slowly after moving Stiles hand. He threw a blanket over him and went in search of Lydia. He found her painting her nails white.

"I figured you'd be up soon." She said looking at her nails.

"What are you doing?" he asked knowing very well that she knew what he meant.

"I wanted to see how you acted when he was being occupied by others. Aiden has so much trouble with it." She rolled her eyes. "You handled it really well."

He scoffed. "I told you all that I have control now."

"It isn't that simple."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Derek didn't talk to you? Shit." She took a deep breath. "I'm going to kill him! Just forget it." She grabbed her purse and walked away.

Not likely... what in the hell was she talking about? What didn't Derek tell him?

I know that is roughly half the usual length but I haven't slept and I have updated already so consider it a cupcake chapter; all the yummy cake taste just smaller.

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