Word: Sparge
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Stiles sat back on his heels, wiping his sweaty forehead as he looked over to the clock hanging on the greenhouse wall. It's almost one, and he'd been gardening since eight that morning. Stiles was pleased with the work he'd done so far. Wolfsbane seeds were sparged across the soil beds, and by mid-year, he should have enough shoots to fill orders for both Deaton and Lydia.
Standing, he pulled off his gardening gloves and went outside, breathing in the fresh air. He loved his greenhouse, but it could get seriously hot in there, the air damp and wet. Stiles breathed in deeply a few more times, eyes closed and face turned up to the midday sun.
"Finished worshipping the earth, or do you need some more time?" Derek called, grinning at him.
"Depends on whether you want to join me or not," Stiles answered, a grin tugging on his lips.
Derek didn't answer, but a few seconds later, Stiles felt arms wrapping around his waist. He smiled and leaned back against Derek, head resting on his shoulder.
"It's a nice day today," Stiles murmured.
"You say that even if it's raining," Derek replied, albeit fondly, pressing a kiss below Stiles' ear.
"Just because it's raining doesn't mean it's not a nice day," he said, then frowned. "Is that a double negative? Meh, you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do. I should be worried," Derek said, a low chuckle tickling Stiles' neck.
"Mmm, I'm finished worshipping the earth now. Let's go inside, we'll have lunch and then I'll worship you instead."
"Let's stay outside a while longer; I like seeing you like this after you've been gardening," Derek admitted, nose pressed against Stiles' sweaty neck.
Stiles tilted his head to the side so Derek could continue scenting him, smiling as he laced their fingers together, toes buried in the soft grass below, the sun shining down on them warmly, and the trees swaying in the soft wind.
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End of word challenge.
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