Author's Note: So originally I'd planned to end this on Christmas with this chapter. Only this chapter has now grown into two and I've sort of maybe accidentally written a New Years Eve-esque one as well. Bow down and worship my marvellous timing and planning skills. Thankies and all that jazz are at the end because I'm not sitting in Costa for once and rushing! Sorry in advance for the diabeetus inducing levels of fluff (I'm not sorry really). xx
"You're coming over for Christmas." Stiles announced, scrambling over the back of the couch and into Derek's lap. "Tomorrow too." Despite making a promise to his dad about how he was going to spend the day working on his homework so he didn't have his usual mad scramble to complete everything come January, he'd abandoned it in favour of coming over to Derek's apartment again and insisting that they spend the day in bed. Not that Derek had complained at the suggestion, although he had declined to top Stiles again.
"I'm invited?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow as Stiles flopped against him, his legs stretched out along the couch cushions.
"Course you are. Did you think you wouldn't be?"
"Don't know. Christmas is a family thing. I thought you'd want to be with your dad."
"I'm going to be with my dad, but I want you there as well. You can watch Die Hard with us." Stiles grinned, wrapping one arm around Derek's shoulders. "It's our Christmas tradition."
"You're very strange."
"That's why you love me." Stiles replied happily. "Look, I'm not asking, I'm telling. You're coming over whether you like it or not. And don't pull your stupid 'I'm the alpha' face. Just do as you're told!"
"I wasn't going to say that." Derek murmured, slipping his arms around Stiles' waist and hugging him close. "Your dad doesn't mind me coming over?"
"I keep telling you, he likes you better than me. He told me I had to ask you." Stiles grinned, resting his forehead against Derek's. "So you really don't have a say in the matter. He could probably arrest you if you don't come. For disobeying the police or something."
"Die Hard isn't a Christmas movie you know."
"Oh Derek, Derek, Derek. You foolish wolf, you." Stiles grinned, ruffling Derek's hair and laughing when he gave an annoyed growl. "Die Hard is the Christmasiest movie ever."
"I'll have to take your word for it."
"Yes you will." Stiles let Derek pull him into an unhurried kiss and wriggling around as Derek's hand slipped under his shirt, stroking across his chest and making him forget everything about Christmas, and having to go home and the world in general.
"Want a ride home?" Derek asked sometime later, drawing circles on Stiles' stomach with a finger tip.
"No. Want to ride you." Stiles grinned unabashedly.
"Not on offer right now." Derek sighed, rolling his eyes. "Either I can give you a ride home or you can call your dad to come pick you up."
"So it's not on offer right now?" Stiles asked, ignoring the parts of the conversation he didn't like the sound of. "Does that mean it is going to be on offer at some point in the future?"
"Ride home with me or call your dad." Derek reiterated, pushing Stiles off his lap and standing up. "Pick one."
"Why are you making me go away?" Stiles pouted as he stood up.
"Because you've got a curfew." Derek replied. "And I'm seeing you tomorrow anyway."
"But I want to stay here. My bed is incredibly boring and lonely when you're not in it."
"I'm seeing you tomorrow." Derek said again, pushing Stiles towards the door. "I'm sure you can manage 12 hours on your own."
"Of course I can." Stiles complained. "I just don't want to."
"Will you just hurry up and get in the car?" Derek grumbled, shooing Stiles out of the apartment. "You know you can't stay over so there's no point arguing with me about it."
"Let me drive your car and I'll stop arguing."
"No."
"Let me pick the music?"
"No." Derek unlocked the car and glared pointedly across the roof until Stiles got in the passenger side, sinking low in the seat and folding his arms across his chest. Derek ignored him as he started up the engine, flicking on the radio as he pulled out onto the road.
"Hey Derek?" Stiles asked as they turned onto the main road. When Derek failed to reply, Stiles heaved a big, melodramatic sigh before ploughing on with what he'd intended to ask. "What do you think is more illegal? When I top or when you do?"
"I've never thought about it." Derek huffed. "Do we really have to talk about this? I don't really like being reminded how illegal our sex life is."
"I was just asking." Stiles replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket and spinning it between his thumb and pointer finger. "'Cause I sort of figured it would be more illegal when you're fucking me. What with you being the older one in this relationship and all. I wonder if you could get arrested because I fucked you."
"Maybe you can ask your dad over Christmas dinner." Derek scowled, turning up the radio before Stiles could start asking more questions. Stiles took the hint and settled for staring moodily out of the window as they finished the drive back to his house in silence.
. o o o .
"Don't judge my Christmas sweater." Stiles mumbled as he opened the door, poking his head through the gap and scowling at Derek.
"What?"
"I said don't judge my awesome Christmas sweater. If you do, it might just be a deal breaker for me."
"Stiles, just let him in the house and close the door! You're letting all the cold air in!" John shouted through from the kitchen.
Derek smirked at him, putting one hand flat on the door and pushing it, forcing Stiles backwards as he stepped into the house.
"Fucking werewolves." Stiles complained quietly as he closed the door. "Barging in my house all the time."
"You invited me." Derek reminded him, slipping his arm around Stiles' waist and pulling him into a hug. "But that sweater? Really?"
"Ah! No judging! My baba made this!" Stiles told him as he grinned down at himself, pleased that Derek appeared to have got over whatever it was that pissed him off the night before.
"It has deer on it."
"Reindeer. Not just any old regular deer. It's Christmassy!"
"It looks itchy."
"If you don't stop judging my sweater I'm going to return all your gifts to the store." Stiles complained as Derek kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"It doesn't fit you." Derek told him with a smirk.
"Why are you trying to ruin Christmas?" Stiles complained, pushing Derek in annoyance. Derek smiled at him, letting himself be pushed up against the door that lead through to the lounge as Stiles crowded against him and kissed him hungrily, slipping his hands under Derek's shirt and stroking his lower back.
"Stiles..." Derek muttered between kisses, putting his hands on Stiles' hips and pushing him away gently. "Your dad..."
"Is right here." John announced from behind them, standing in the kitchen doorway, his arms folded across his chest and an exasperated smile on his face. "Hello Derek. Still joining us for dinner tomorrow?"
"Sheriff...John." Derek nodded, turning around and sending Stiles' dad a sheepish grin. "Um. Yes. If that's OK?"
"I told you yesterday, it was his idea to invite you!" Stiles pointed out, tugging on the back of Derek's shirt. "Of course he's alright with it. Right, dad?"
"Right. You're better company than Stiles." John told him light-heartedly. "You don't rag on me for getting takeout."
"We're not getting takeout for Christmas dinner, dad." Stiles frowned. "We're not Jewish."
"Worth a shot." John laughed, turning to head back into the kitchen.
"Why do you keep calling him sheriff?" Stiles hissed as he grabbed hold of Derek's hand and dragged him away towards the den.
"Because he is the sheriff." Derek muttered. "And he makes me nervous."
"How can anyone make you nervous?" Stiles laughed giddily. "Big scary werewolf that you are."
"He looks at me like he's suspicious about my intentions towards you all the time." Derek replied testily. "Like he might need to arrest me again at any moment."
"You realise you're being very paranoid right now. How many times do I have to tell you he thinks you're great?"
"Pretty sure he doesn't." Derek grumbled.
Stiles shook his head and laughed , pushing Derek down onto the couch before flopping down beside him and throwing his legs over Derek's. Derek hesitated for a second, listening to the sounds of John pottering around the kitchen before resting his hand on Stiles' thigh, trailing his fingers along the inner seam of his jeans as Stiles turned the TV on.
"Why are you wearing a Christmas sweater today?" Derek asked, eyeing the knitted reindeer with suspicion. "It's only Christmas eve."
"Because I've got an even better one to wear tomorrow. And anyway, Christmas eve is Christmas. That's why they call it Christmas eve." Stiles said distractedly as he flicked through the channels. "So are you going to tell me why you were so pissy when you dropped me off last night?"
"I wasn't pissy."
"Oh no, of course you weren't. You just ignored me all the way home and kissed me on the cheek when you dropped me off. Like I was your great aunt or something." Stiles said lightly, ignoring the scowl Derek shot him. "Was it because I was talking about the, uh, legality of...stuff?"
"No."
"What was it then?"
"It's nothing."
"Yeah right. Just tell me and I'll stop asking and then we can watch terrible holiday specials for the rest of the day."
"You kept dropping hints about wanting to stay over." Derek said at last, putting his hand on Stiles' knee to stop him from bouncing his leg up and down. "If it was up to me, I'd let you stay at my place all the time. But it's not, and you bitching and moaning at me doesn't really help. I don't like it."
"Sorry." Stiles murmured, reaching out and covering Derek's hand with his own. "But you know you can just say stuff like that to me, right? You don't need to be all captain pissypants about it."
Derek just huffed in reply, turning his hand over so he could link his fingers together with Stiles', letting his head drop back against the back of the couch and smiling unguardedly at him.
"Sorry."
"I'm sorry too." Stiles replied. "Just tell me next time, yeah? 'Cause that's sort of how this is supposed to work. You tell me when I'm being a dick and I don't trample all over you and your wolfy feelings in the process. Less butthurt all around."
"Butthurt." Derek repeated, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yep."
"Your sweater is offending my wolfy feelings." Derek smirked, poking Stiles in the chest. "I'm all butthurt about knitted deer."
"You'll be even more butthurt when you don't get any gifts tomorrow." Stiles scowled. "I distinctly remember telling you not to judge the sweater. And yet here you are, judging the sweater."
Derek smiled at him again; he decided not to tell Stiles he could hear John coming through from the kitchen, enjoying the way Stiles had worked himself into a sweater related rant.
"Are you sure they're deer?" Derek asked, deliberately goading Stiles. "They look more like cows."
"What?! Yes, they're deer. Reindeer." Stiles complained, tugging on the hem of the sweater so he could look down at it. "I don't think you're fully grasping how awesome my sweater is."
"Give it up, Stiles." John chimed in from where he had been standing in the doorway watching them with a smile on his face. "It's a hideous sweater."
"Dad. Baba made this."
"Baba makes cabbage rolls too." John reminded him, grabbing the remote from Stiles before sitting down in the recliner. "So you'll have to forgive me if I question her tastes."
Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, before folding his arms across his chest and glaring at the TV in mock outrage.
"Derek's right." John added, winking at Derek. "They do look a bit like cows. I can believe I never realised that before."
"Just for the record." Stiles grumbled, glowering at his dad. "I hate you both right now and I'm not talking to either of you until you apologise to me and my sweater."
"That's nice, I wanted a bit of peace and quiet for Christmas." John joked, a fond look on his face as he watched Stiles folding his arms across his chest and muttering under his breath. Derek squeezed Stiles' hand and shot him an apologetic smile, feeling a little guilty for his cow comment. He settled back against the couch and let the sounds of Stiles and John bantering about previous Christmases wash over him, trying not to dwell too much on memories of Christmases with his own family.
Thankies etc for Chapters 53 & 54:
KevinChris: It's never too late for lovely comments C: Glad you liked it! x
dominicson12: Thankies C: Not sure how much more fluffy smut (flut? smuff?) I'll be writing for this, but there are more pure fluffy chapters to come! x
xxSterekfan6xx: Thank you sweetie! Did you watch Austony? ;) x
Muzic-is-Life: I've never heard of The Cab...I'll have to check them out on Spotify or something! x
random-nasha: Nasha, you is my favourite! :D You leave the loveliest reviews ever and they make me :squee: when I read them! xx
Panda24: Thank you sweetie! C: x
Kieron77: Aww, thanks! Glad you liked it! x
PrincezzShell101: Glad you think so! I find it kinda hard to write sex scenes so that means a lot to me! C: x
witch20: Thankies! I'm pleased Stiles got his wish too and I wrote the damn thing! x
Magic Howl: Stiles deserves nice birthday presents! Although Derek deserves nice things more! Glad you liked the chapter C: x
xxSterekfan6xx (again!): I love me some Stiles & Erica bonding time! Still so gutted that Gage has left the show and there'll be no canon Stiles&Erica :( x
KevinChris (again!): I love caring!Stiles too...Clearly he can be a complete dick at times, but he obviously cares a lot about the people close to him! x
NCIS FTW: Hehe. not much more to go now! Just tying up lose ends and fluffing stuff up!
banhan: Stiles & Erica bromance is the best, right?! C: x
Muzic-is-Life (again!): Glad you liked the way I wrote them! I wish Gage was staying in the show...I think they'd be awesomely terrifying friends! x
Shemaya: Yeah, I probably sobered them up a bit too quick, but I don't really like over the top drunk/stoned caricatures...let's just assume the fresh air worked it's magic! ;) x
random-nasha (again!): You write awesome long reviews and all I can write back is NASHA YOU AWESOME! I fail at life :$ As for ending it, I could quite happily write this forever, you know, just describing their day to day life for the next fifty years, but I've kind of written to a point where it feels write to end it. Have no fear though, this isn't going to be my only Sterek stuff! Got a slightly darker, angstier piece I'm working on atm which will definitely not scrape by with a T rating! xx
Name's Nick: ALL THE WORDS. I will write all of the words! Glad you liked the chapter sweetie! C: x
