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Prompt 4: Dating
Dating isn't all that it's cracked up to be, Stiles thought, glaring at Derek who was paying him about as much attention as he'd pay a fly buzzing around his ear. Actually, less attention than that, because he wasn't batting at Stiles, or trying to squash him with a newspaper or flyswatter, which, in the grand scheme of things, was a good thing.
Reader Tip #4: Don't tease your werewolf. Werewolves are very sensitive beasts and will probably spend the rest of your date, pouting, if you make an off-handed comment about how big their ears are, and if they really do aid in better hearing. Or, you know, something like that.
"I'm sorry," Stiles said, and it was like the millionth (maybe minus a couple thousand) times that he'd apologized since he'd inadvertently - slip of the tongue - offended his date.
He twirled spaghetti noodles around the tines of his fork and let them drop back to the plate. He'd lost his appetite. Not that he had much of an appetite to begin with, one of the lovely side-effects of Adderall was a loss of appetite. Though his medication had worn off earlier that day, he still wasn't very hungry.
Derek shrugged and gave Stiles a smile that was not quite a smile. It made him look somewhat like Edward Cullen had when he was trying to keep himself from smelling Bella's blood - slightly constipated and pained, and in spite of that, romantic. It was a little sickening, because Stiles was certain that he'd never be able to pull off such a look, or make Derek's heart skip a beat, or maybe two, with a simple facial expression.
"It's okay," Derek said through his romantic, longsuffering, not-smile, lips barely moving. "I just didn't realize that my ears were that big, and that it was a problem for you."
Stiles facepalmed and groaned. "They aren't, I just...you know I have ADHD right?"
Stiles spread his fingers and peered at Derek through them - gone was the romantic, vampire-like smile. Derek was frowning now, and had an eyebrow arched, and, though he still looked romantic, it was that pained, wronged, kind of romantic, and not the hopeful kind of romantic that meant that Derek was maybe going to forgive him for sticking his foot in his mouth, and down through his throat.
"And sometimes I just...that is sometimes my mouth and my brain aren't exactly on the same page, and when my medication wears off -"
A mouth - hot and very greedy - cut Stiles off mid explanation as lips claimed his and stole his ability to, not only speak, but to think and breathe, though that didn't stop Stiles from trying when he realized that the tables had been turned on him, "Mgrmmfflfmgrmlmmm!"
Reader Tip #5: Never underestimate your werewolf. Chances are that he's smarter and wilier than he lets on, and, apparently wolves like to tease their unwary, smitten humans, and make them think that one tiny little mistake is the end of the fricking world.
Derek pulled away from the kiss, and Stiles sucked in air, drinking it in like he'd been air deprived for his whole life, but it was Derek's kiss that had suddenly awakened the need in him.
Once his breathing was under control, Derek cupped his hand around an ear and leaned across the table, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what did you say?"
"You ass," Stiles said, but he considered the experience - including his guffaw and the grief that Derek put him through - as a win, because Derek was smirking and had that punch-drunk look on his face that he seemed to get whenever they kissed. Stiles' lips were still tingling, and he finally had an appetite.
Dating, once you get the hang of it, isn't so bad after all, though there's still a lot left to learn, Stiles thought, knowing that, tomorrow or the next day, things could go wrong. For now, though, he'd live in the present. Take the wins as they came, no matter how minor they were, and enjoy kissing Derek, and the way that his lips tingled afterward, all the way down to his toes.
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