Word: Foray

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"We shouldn't be here, Stiles. Derek's going to kill us for this," Scott hissed, ever the voice of reason.

"No, he's going to kill me for this. You can do your eye glow and growl thing at him and he'll back down for you. Don't worry, it'll be a quick foray; we'll just be straight in and out," Stiles added over his shoulder, opening the door and walking into the loft.

Scott winced but followed after him quickly. Someone had to save Stiles from himself.

"So what are we looking for anyway?" Scott hissed at Stiles.

"Dunno; I just know there's something in here that I want."

"Gee, that helps!"

"Don't do sarcasm, Scotty. That's my thing," Stiles said absent-mindedly, flicking through Derek's limited CD collection before moving over to the bookcase, his head tilted to read the spines better.

"I can't believe you dragged me out here to do this and you don't even know what you want. I'm leaving, dude, you can get your throat torn out on your own," Scott hissed.

"Fine, be that way. Say hi to Kira for me," Stiles called, waving him off.

Scott's eyes widened incredulously. If Stiles didn't care about him staying, then fine. Whatever consequences he faced would be on Stiles' own head, Scott decided, leaving the loft at a run.

Stiles hummed under his breath softly, making his way through the loft systematically, prying into things that were closed, opening doors, and rummaging through drawers.

The door opened and Stiles went still in the bathroom, glancing out of the doorway only to see Derek standing there looking aghast at the state of his apartment. Stiles winced and shut the bathroom door slowly, hoping it would take Derek a while to find him so he could figure out an escape plan. A low growl of annoyance filtered in from outside the bathroom door and Stiles held his breath as if he thought that would help.

"I know you're in there, Stiles. I recognise your heartbeat, you little shit. Now open the door," Derek growled.

"Or what, you'll huff and puff and blow it down?" Stiles called, trying not to grin too broadly at his own joke. (C'mon, that was totally funny.)

"Oh, I'll be blowing something, but it won't be you. You said you wouldn't touch the CDs," Derek whined.

Stiles opened the bathroom door with a glare. "You said you'd pick the girls up from school; Scott had to call me at work to come get them. Now stop breaking character."

Derek crowded into the bathroom before Stiles could close the door on him, pressing Stiles up against the sink.

"I already apologised for that, Stiles. You know I'm sorry about forgetting to pick them up," Derek murmured, sounding so utterly sad and miserable that Stiles' anger cracked.

"They were excited to have you pick them up; you rarely get the chance to do it anymore," Stiles said, sighing heavily.

"You think I wasn't excited too? I even had the Frozen soundtrack ready to go in the CD player," Derek said, making Stiles grin a bit. "I couldn't help that there was a fire, and if I'd remembered about the girls, I swear I would've called you or your Dad to pick them up. I'm really sorry, Stiles."

"Oh, fine, stop with the sad puppy eyes already. You're killing me here," he muttered, pulling Derek in for a firm kiss. "You'll be apologising to the Holly and Missy when we get them back tomorrow afternoon, and promising to pick them up at least three times next week, got it?"

Derek nodded firmly. "I'll set an alarm so I remember, even if there is an emergency," he added.

"Good idea. Now, since this roleplay's gone downhill, I think you should take me to our room and fuck me senseless."

"But the CDs..."

"Can wait until tomorrow," Stiles said, rolling his hips up against Derek's firmly.

"Yes, definitely. Tomorrow," Derek agreed quickly, holding Stiles up to kiss him properly.

Stiles grinned against his lips and wrapped his legs around Derek's waist, urging him to the bedroom as soon as possible.

Derek paid his penance multiple times over that night and, while Stiles would never admit it, probably for any future misdemeanours for the next three months as well.

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End of word challenge.

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