Word: Prevaricator

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"She hates me," Stiles moaned, flopping down on the bed next to Derek and burying his head on his pillow.

"She doesn't hate you, Stiles. Sally's just upset that you haven't been home in three months, so she's giving you the cold shoulder," Derek replied.

"You forgave me for not being able to come home," Stiles mumbled, turning his head to bite at the hem of Derek's henley.

Derek raised an eyebrow at Stiles over his glasses, then shook his head and returned his attention to his book. "That's because we had three straight days of sex," he said, a little smugly.

"Yeah, we did. Would've gone for four if we didn't need to buy groceries," Stiles lamented.

"I seem to remember you begging for a rest after day two," Derek murmured, turning the page in his book.

"Hey, my cock hasn't had that much attention in months! I was chafing."

"That was just beard burn. You survived."

"Yeah... Let's never tell anyone that you collected Sally's saliva to heal my beard burned balls, okay?"

"I don't kiss and tell, Stiles."

"Seriously? Not even after I do something really flexible?"

"You mean you tell people?" Derek asked, putting his book aside to look at Stiles incredulously. Stiles flushed red in response. "Who knows about our love life, Stiles?"

"Love life? Geez, could you make it sound any sappier? Okay, okay! Scott, and my Dad, and probably Melissa. Allison, everyone in the pack... A few people at college; fine, a lot of people at college. Don't look at me like that, I just want to brag about you! And having sex with you... I might have written an ode to your cock for one of my assessment pieces," Stiles said, and the side of his mouth twitched, a tell of his lying ways.

"You little prevaricator," Derek growled, pulling Stiles onto his lap and tickling him mercilessly.

The sound of Stiles peals of laughter must have roused Sally's curiosity, because soon the door was being nudged open by a green snout. Half a minute later, Sally bounded onto the bed and tried to join in with the fun, snuffling against them and licking them joyfully. Green ooze smeared the sheets, and Sally turned on her back to present her stomach. Stiles grinned in pure delight, almost jumping out of Derek's lap in an effort to get to Sally faster. Derek frowned at the loss of his warmth, then raised his eyebrows when Stiles basically shoved his ass in his face as he bent over Sally to rub her stomach.

"Aww, Der-bear was right, you were just upset with me! You don't hate me, do you, Sal? No, of course you don't! You'd never hate me, would you?" Stiles cooed, rubbing her belly as she snuffled under his hands, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

"Now that you two have made up, how about you go out for a ride? I'll stay here and wash the sheets," Derek said, eyeing the green ooze with a sigh.

"You sure, Der?" Stiles asked, pausing in his ministrations to look at him.

"I'm sure. Go before I change my mind," Derek muttered, adjusting his sweatpants slightly; the sight of Stiles' ass did things to him. As did the rest of him, really.

"All right. C'mon, Sal. Let's go for a ride," Stiles said, Sally leaping off the bed (and landing with a spectacular thud - an 800 pound dragon with multiple legs could do little else) and racing out to the door. "Thanks, Der. I'll text when we're on our way back," Stiles added.

"Try not to get kidnapped again."

"Love you too," Stiles muttered, turning to kiss Derek firmly. "And don't think I can't see you trying to hide your erection," he added, smirking as he pulled away. "I'll be back soon, then I'll help you dirty the sheets again."

Derek made an incoherent noise at the promise in Stiles' words. "I'll wash the sheets when you get back then," he breathed.

Stiles just winked at him in response and headed out. There was a noise of happy snuffling as Sally was led out to the backyard to go for her first (willing) accompanied flight in months. Stiles' laughter seemed to fill up the loft as he climbed on Sally's back and she flew up into the air over Beacon Hills. Derek listened until Stiles' joyous laughter was too faint to hear, and grinned as he opened his book again. It was good to have Stiles home.

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End of word challenge.

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