Word: Hypocorism
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"Oh, Derek," Stiles sing-songed as he entered their bedroom.
Derek raised an eyebrow in question, but didn't look away from his book.
"I'm not having a conversation with your eyebrows, Der-bear. C'mon, look up."
The hypocorism made him wince, and Derek refused to look up out of pure spite.
"Derek - Derek - Derek - Derek - Derek - Derek. Dude, I haven't taken my Adderall today, I can do this for hours," Stiles pointed out. "Derek - Derek - Derek - Derek - "
"What?!" he snapped, finally looking up.
His annoyance faded immediately on seeing Stiles wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue knickers.
"Why are you wearing those?" Derek asked, mouth dry. He tried to remember if they had an anniversary or special occasion to warrant the lace and came up blank. (Another part of Derek came up hard, but with Stiles in lacy underwear, could you blame him?)
"'Cause the blue's pretty," Stiles said. "Now, are you going to read your book, or fuck me?"
Derek had forgotten about his book the moment he'd looked up, and set it aside now, pulling Stiles onto the bed with him.
"Wise decision, Der-bear," Stiles murmured against his lips, grinning broadly.
Derek agreed completely.
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End of word challenge.
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