Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
Prompt: Spooning
"I could get used to this," Stiles speaks his thoughts aloud, tongue thick and uncoordinated this early in the morning, making his words sound far more garbled than they should. He can still taste Derek in his mouth, though it's mixed with the usual nasty morning taste that settles on his tongue sometime during the night - something that's a cross between ass and a familiar tangy brine.
Derek's pressed up behind him, spooning him from behind. He's got one arm tossed over Stiles' chest in a manner which can only be described as possessive, and a knee nestled between Stile's thighs, nudging the underside of his balls in a way that is oddly comfortable.
Free Reader Tip #20: Don't let them fool you, wolves are big cuddly teddy bears, er, teddy wolves, er wolfy bears...wolfy wolves? Also, it's okay to be the 'little spoon', especially when the 'big spoon' is a big, bad, sexy wolf (and don't let anyone tell you otherwise).