Author's Note: God forbid I just write an awkward dinner chapter! Nooo, I have to write another 2500+ words of Stiles being embarrassed by his dad and various other residents of Beacon Hills! Don't worry, there will be an awkward dinner chapter to come, with much awkwardness and overtones of fluff! Keep being awesome, you awesome review leaving lovelies! xx

"Here." Stiles looked up from his laptop to see his dad holding his cell phone out to him.

"I'm allowed it back already?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes. And the first thing you can do is call Derek and tell him about dinner."

"Does it have to be a whole dinner?" Stiles asked, spinning his phone between his thumb and index finger. "How about a brief chat over a coffee? Preferably somewhere where there are witnesses?"

"No."

"Brunch then?"

"It's dinner or no Derek." His dad frowned, crossing his arms. "Call him. Now."

"Why do I have to call him in front of you?"

"Because I don't trust you to actually do as you're asked otherwise. You'll make some excuse about how he can't make it and go right back to seeing him secret. Call him."

Stiles pulled a face, speeding dialling Derek.

"Thought Scott was the first person on your speed dial." His dad commented as the phone rang.

"Things change." He sighed, listening as Derek continued to not pick up his phone. "He's not answering."

"So phone again."

"You're being oddly persistent about this." Stiles scowled, turning away from his dad when he heard Derek's voice on the other end of the line.

"Stiles?"

"Damn straight. Uh, I have to ask you something."

"Ask me something? Never mind asking me something. What's happening? I haven't heard from you in three days. I didn't want to phone in case your dad had your cell."

"Yeah, well, he did." Stiles muttered, glancing up at his dad. "Do you, uh, want to come over to dinner tomorrow? With me and my dad?"

"Dinner? Are you being serious?"

"Yep."

"How much trouble am I in right now?"

"What? None at the moment. Just come to dinner tomorrow, yeah?"

"You're being weird."

"That's beside the point! Just say yes, please?"

"Fine. But you better explain what the hell is going on."

"Later." Stiles told him, ending the call and shooting an angry look at his dad. "Happy now? He's coming over."

"Lose the attitude Stiles; I'm making an effort here. Would you rather I told you that you weren't allowed to see him anymore?"

"No."

"Well then. Look, I'm going to be busy with paperwork all evening, why don't you go over to Scott's?" His dad suggested. "Where you can't bother me."

"You're banishing me from my own home? That's harsh." Stiles grumbled.

"That's life."

"Why don't you go to your office and do your paperwork? Why do I have to be pushed out into the cold and snow?"

"Stop being ridiculous. There's too many interruptions at the station, I never get anything done."

"You're the sheriff, they're meant to interrupt you when crime happens."

"Fine. I don't want you in the house alone right now. I don't want you to invite Derek over while I'm not here."

"Now who's being ridiculous?" Stiles complained, crossing his bedroom and shoving on a pair of sneakers. "What exactly do you think we'd get up to if you weren't here?"

"You really want me to answer that question?" His dad asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you said me discussing your sex life with you was too embarrassing?"

"Fine! I'm leaving. House of McCall bound. My sex life is not an appropriate topic of conversation! Certainly not with you, anyway!" He grabbed a hoodie from the back of his door and rushed down the stairs.

"I'm your father." His dad called after him. "I'll decide what conversations are appropriate!" Stiles slammed the front door behind him before he could say anything else.

. o o o .

"You're such a loser." Scott grinned when he opened the door to Stiles. "Getting babysat by me and Isaac in case Derek happens!"

"What?! Who told you that?"

"Your dad called my mom. To make sure you got here or something."

"My dad told your mom about me and Derek? That's soul destroying levels of embarrassing. Can I go hide in the backyard?"

"From my mom? Why? She's cool about it."

"Well I'm not! Why does everyone have to know about my relationship? Your mom is going to ask me if I'm having sex, isn't she?" Stiles complained, following Scott into the lounge and patting Isaac on the top of the head as he passed the couch.

"That better not be some kind of dog reference." Isaac muttered quietly, keeping his attention fixed on the TV.

"Would I do a thing like that?" Stiles grinned, sitting down on the recliner. "I'm pretty sure I'm not actually allowed to make dog jokes anymore. Seems a little in poor taste now I've got a werewolf boyfriend!"

"So you and Derek are still together then?" Scott asked, leaning further back on the couch so he could see Stiles. "I thought your dad would have had him arrested by now."

"Yeah. My dad was weirdly OK about it, even if I'm not allowed to go to Derek's place right now. He made me invite him over for dinner though."

"Derek and your dad are going to have dinner together? That's a really weird mental image."

"Tell me about it." Stiles sighed, pulling his phone from his pocket to see if Derek had text him. He looked up to see Scott doing his 'listening intently' face, which he privately thought made his friend look very dog like. Apparently satisfied, Scott leant over, pushing Isaac forward on the couch.

"You want to go see him?" He asked in a conspiratory whisper.

"Seriously?"

"You'd do it for me." Scott shrugged. "We could text him and tell him to meet us someplace. And then me and Isaac can go someplace else because as much as I want to help you out, watching you make out with Derek is kind of gross."

"What about your mom?"

"We'll tell her we're going to the store. She'll buy it if all three of us go." Scott nudged Isaac in the ribs pointedly.

"What? Why do I have to come? I'm busy!"

"Dude, come on! I don't want to hang around on my own while they get it on. I'll look like a creep." Scott laughed, trying to grab the control pad from Isaac, who glared at the two of them. He rolled his eyes when he saw Stiles clasping his hands together as though he were praying and turned off the Xbox.

"Why do I let you two talk me in to all this stupid stuff?" He complained, following Stiles and Scott into the hall way. "This is going to end up with us getting in to some kind of trouble, isn't it?"

"No!" Stiles said emphatically, at the same time as Scott replied "probably, yeah." Isaac pulled a face.

"Mom! We're going out for a bit!" Scott called up the stairs.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Came Melissa's hurried reply; she appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down suspiciously at the three of them. "Where are you going? You know what Stiles' dad said. No going to see Derek."

Stiles scowled, turning his attention to the completely interesting and not at all boring patch of ceiling above the front door, very aware that Isaac was smirking at him.

"We're just going for a walk." Scott replied. "Come on mom, do you really think Stiles is going to disobey his dad and you and go meet Derek? Do you even know him at all?"

"Yes, I do." Melissa answered. "Which is why I'm asking."

"I am not going to see Derek!" Stiles snapped, feeling guilty when he saw the look on Melissa's face. "Honestly, we're just going for a walk, maybe go to the store."

"Well, OK." She looked back at Scott again. "Just make sure you're back by 10:30, you've all got school tomorrow."

. o o o .

"We're such geniuses." Scott grinned as they walked away from his house. "Now phone Derek and tell him the genius plan. He can meet us at the playground or something."

"Why are you doing all this?" Stiles asked suspiciously. "You don't even like Derek."

"No, but you're my best friend and I want you to be happy." Scott smiled, patting Stiles on the back.

"Dork." Stiles laughed, pulling his phone out of his hoodie pocket, composing a text as they walked; 'meet me at the plygrnd near scotts house. Don't start asking questions, just hurry up n meet me'.

They climbed over the fence, ignoring the "these gates are closed at dusk" sign, walking through the damp grass towards the playground. Scott made a bee line for the swing set, closely followed by Stiles and Isaac. Stiles watched as Scott started swinging enthusiastically, kicking his legs hard and swinging ever higher. His phone beeped as he watched, and he straddled the swing next to Scott and opened the text message which read simply "10 mins."

"Think I can get the swing to go round the bar now?" Scott asked.

"No but I think you could probably jump off without breaking or spraining something now." Stiles replied, scuffing his sneaker against the spongy rubber beneath the swing set. "Remember that one time you thought you'd broken your ankle after you jumped off but really it was just a sprain and you cried because you couldn't get a cast?" He heard Isaac's snort of laughter from behind him and grinned.

"Aren't you three a little old to be playing on the swings?"

Stiles looked up, smiling when he saw Derek approaching from the other side of the small playground.

"You're never too old to play on the swings." Scott called, swinging still higher.

"I'm not playing on the swings." Isaac pointed out from where he leant against the frame.

Derek sighed pointedly, looking directly at Stiles and tilting his head towards the darker part of the playground. Stiles scrambled off the swing, catching his foot on the chain and nearly falling as he did so. He very deliberately ignored Isaac's stifled giggle and walked towards Derek, continuing to smile happily at him.

"You going to explain the whole having dinner with your dad thing now?" Derek asked, grabbing Stiles' arm and dragging him towards the trees and bushes surrounding the playground.

"I'm not sure how much there is to explain." Stiles told him, stumbling as Derek yanked on his arm again, trying to get him to walk faster. "I mean it's dinner, it's pretty self explanatory."

"Yeah, genius, I got that part. Why am I even being invited to dinner? Why hasn't your dad turned up at my place to arrest me?"

"He's...He was oddly calm about it. He told me he isn't going to try and break us up. But that there are conditions and you coming to dinner was one of those conditions."

"Seriously?" Derek asked, his voice hopeful. "He's really not telling you that you have to break up with me?"

"Yeah. Weird, huh?" Stiles replied, catching hold of one of Derek's belt loops as they came to a halt beneath a large tree. "I was totally expecting to get grounded until my 35th birthday and to be told we had to stop seeing each other. I think I much prefer the awkward dinner thing."

"God, I've missed you." Derek said suddenly, stepping forward and pulling Stiles into a tight hug. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's waist, beaming against the shoulder of his leather jacket.

"I bet you haven't really." He teased, turning his head to one side so he could kiss Derek's neck. "I mean, you might have missed a few things, but I bet you haven't missed me being talking over Fringe at you or drinking all your soda or driving your car like a dickhead."

"I've missed all of it." Derek mumbled. "I thought...I was worried you wouldn't be allowed to see me again, that's all."

"You thought I was going to leave you, didn't you?" Stiles asked softly.

"Maybe." Derek admitted.

"Well sorry to break it to you, but you're still stuck with me!" Stiles laughed, nipping lightly at the warm skin below Derek's ear.

"Good." Derek pulled away from the hug and kissed Stiles' hungrily. Stiles shivered briefly as he felt Derek's tongue brush against his lips and eagerly opened his mouth, sliding his own tongue inside Derek's mouth and enjoying the thoroughly filthy moan that escaped from him. He could feel Derek grabbing handfuls of his hoodie, pulling him closer as his brain emptied itself of all the stupid, random thoughts that he spent most of the day over thinking, leaving him to concentrate on nothing but Derek's urgent kisses and moans. A tiny part of his brain pointed out that Derek's hands were remaining strictly above his waist, and wedged his own hands in the back pockets of Derek's jeans, just in case the universe needed some kind of balance. He was thrilled to hear Derek moan again when he pinched his backside through the thick denim.

"Urgh, the behaviour of youth today!" Stiles frowned at the words coming from behind him, and felt Derek tense. He glanced over his shoulder, just able to see Scott and Isaac standing close by in the darkness.

"You know, no one forced you to come over here and spy on us." He complained, untangling himself from Derek and turning on them. "You could have stayed on the swings minding your own business."

"But it's gone ten." Scott pointed out. "We told my mom we'd be back by half past."

"No it hasn't! We've only been here for ten minutes!"

"Uh, no, you've been groping each other in the shrubs for like forty minutes." Scott told him. "Now come on!"

"But..." Stiles shot Derek a pathetic look. "But I want to stay here with Derek!"

"Dude! If we're not back soon, my mom is going to realise something is up and call your dad!"

"Scott's mom knows about us?" Derek asked incredulously, leaning forward and putting one hand on Stiles' hip.

"My dad told her." Stiles mumbled, looking down at the ground. "She's like his evil deputy now or something. No offence." He added, glancing at Scott.

"Come on." Scott grabbed for his hoodie sleeve, trying to pull him back toward the park entrance. Stiles turned back to Derek, lunging forward and kissing him desperately.

"Stiles. I'm seeing you tomorrow." Derek reminded him, rubbing his back soothingly. "Calm down."

"Yeah, I know." Stiles muttered, feeling stupid. "Dinner. Right."

"Right." Derek squeezed his hand. "I, uh, you know." He glanced over Stiles' shoulder at Isaac and Scott.

"You what?" Stiles asked, shooting him a mischievous grin.

"Shut up. You know what. Anyway, you need to go now." Derek nodded at the others. "You've got a curfew, remember?"

"You know, if I didn't love your stupid werewolf ass, I'd probably hate you!" Stiles laughed, squeezing Derek's hand tightly before walking back towards the park entrance. "See you tomorrow for the dinner from hell!" He called over his shoulder, pushing Isaac away from him as he tried to get him in a headlock.