A/N: Hey all! I haven't forgotten about this little 'verse. Here's another little addition for ya.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit/Song Suggestion: "G.U.Y." - Lady GaGa

I had a nice buzz running through my system and I was feeling giddy, as I bounced in my seat. I couldn't sit still. Stiles finally invited me to a drag show of his. I already know in my gut that he's going to be perfect.

He swore that he would make me up in drag sometime soon and I could not wait. Peter sat beside me in skintight black jeans and a leather vest with nothing on underneath. His best was open and I had been staring unabashedly at his torso all night. Even Derek admitted that he looked good.

Derek rubbed my thigh and I settled down, just barely. I was excited and I couldn't help how ready I was for this show.

I let Stiles choose my outfit for the night. I was in black glittery dress that was sinfully short and strapless. He gave me a glittery smoky eye and a mauve lip that perfected the DSL look he was going for. My hair was tousled and down. Derek hasn't kept his hands off of me, since he saw the finished product.

Unfortunately for him, I've been too distracted with the other performances to appreciate how damn good he looks in his charcoal Henley and leather pants.

"Up next is Miss Stella Queen!" The host announced. We all cheered. I looked at Derek with a huge grin, knowing that we were about to be wowed by Stiles.

"Just wait until he starts, kitten. He'll blow your mind." Peter purred.

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?" Derek asked me in a low voice. I looked up at him, before touching my lips to his. He put a hand behind my neck and pulled me closer, as he deepened the kiss. I gasped as his hand slid up my thigh and under my dress.

Music started and I pulled away to face the stage. He nuzzled my neck, before settling into his own seat and draping an arm over my shoulders.

"I wanna be the girl under you.
I wanna be your G.U.Y.
I wanna be the grave and earth you.
Our sexes tell us no lies."

Stiles lip-synced and danced flawlessly. He was mesmerizing and I couldn't look away. I was jamming out with him in my seat, pleased that he chose this particular song of Lady GaGa's, since it was a favorite of mine.

"I wanna wear the towel,
The power to leave you.
I'm aiming for full control of this love,
This love.

Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet.
Love me, love me, please retreat.
Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry.
I wanna be that G.U.Y."

He threw his head back and gyrated his hips and I whooped with the rest of the audience. Stiles was every bit as fabulous as I had hoped he would be and it was an amazing site to see.

"Soooo what did you think?!" Stiles asked, as he came bouncing out, no longer in drag. He was rocking some serious guy-liner with a glitter cut crease and a glossy, nude lip. He was clad in black, glitter jeans and a sheer black shirt that was as skintight as possible.

"You were amazing!" I gushed. He grinned sheepishly at me.

"You really think so?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"I know so." I promised. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick squeeze.

"Was he amazing enough for a kiss, darling?" Peter purred. I blushed and looked at Derek. He nodded, giving his permission. He hadn't minded, when we were all out together before, but that had been so long ago.

I stood on my tiptoes and placed my lips on top of his. His arms tightened around me, automatically. His hand dipped to the curve of my back and didn't stop until he was firmly grabbing my ass. He nibbled on my bottom lip, until I let him slip his tongue inside.

We were both getting caught up in the kiss. It was easy to get lost in Stiles. He rocked his hips against mine and I pulled away, trying to catch my breath.

"Anytime you feel like sharing your wife, I will gladly mack on her." Stiles panted. Peter nodded in agreement. I knew that he liked to watch. Looking at Derek, I could tell that he did, too.

"We'll probably let you on occasion." Derek agreed. His eyes were hooded and his jeans were straining considerably in the flood.

"Let's get out of here Derek. Right now, I just want to mack on you."

I shuddered as I rolled onto my back and waited for my limbs to stop feeling like jello. Derek was still pressing kisses along my neck and collarbone. I was completely boneless.

"We should do that again later." He whispered.

"Can't. You broke me." I whined. He just chuckled. "You really got that hot watching us, huh?"

"Yes, when it's Stiles, I don't mind. He won't take things too far." He replied.

"Okay."

"Okay as in you're ready for round two?" He pressed. I shook my head.

"Okay, as in I'll kiss him in front of you more often."