Stiles was horrified to receive a very formal invitation in the mail. In swirly gold writing the invitation said 'You are cordially invited to the annual President dinner, hosted by the Dean in the Winchester Suite at 7pm on October 12 2013' Stiles didn't do formal, he didn't even own a suit. His ADHD and verbal diarrhoea basically made formal dining a complete no go area.
"Breathe, stop panicking." Erica said rubbing soothing circles into Stiles back. "We can get you a super hot suit, so you feel a million dollars, that will help."
Stiles looked at her disbelievingly. "Oh god Derek will be there to witness my shame!"
Erica shook her head laughing "You are impossibly cute sometimes."
Stiles continued his relentless campaign to be over the top nice to Derek, over the next couple of weeks and before he knew it the day of the formal dinner was upon him. Erica was putting the finishing touches to his suit; she had picked a light grey suit with a slight check pattern to the fabric, white shirt and black tie. Stiles had to admit he did feel pretty good looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Stiles takes a deep breath before pushing open the door to the Winchester suite. The room is immaculate and daunting, waitresses walk around with trays of champagne and soft jazz plays in the background. Stiles tried to contain is nerves smoothing down his tie repetitively, politely greeting the other Presidents who all look very nervous too. Then from across the room Stiles spots Derek, he is wearing a charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt open at the collar and no tie, he looks effortlessly sexy and cool.
Stiles chats animatedly with his colleagues and other important people from the collage, starting to realise he really should be refusing the free champagne but doesn't. He steals glances Derek's way unable to resist the temptation to look. Plucking up the courage, Stiles decides to break the ice and say 'hi' to Derek.
"Hey Derek." Stiles greets him with a warm smile, consciously resisting the urge to look him up and down.
"Oh hi..." Derek grumbled back "I hate this, I want to go home."
"Well it's great to see you too Derek" Stiles said sarcastically.
"Sorry, I just hate stuff like this." Derek replied.
"Oh you can say sorry, didn't think you knew that word." Stiles said flashing Derek a brilliant smile.
"I will do it again if you carry on." Derek threatened.
They were called for dinner and Stiles was secretly delighted to find he was seated next Derek.
"Shit..." he whispered to Derek "Check out how many forks there are!"
Derek looked exasperated "Just work your way in!"
"Why is there four courses, starter, main, dessert what's the fourth?" Stiles said waving the menu in his face.
"Fish" Derek said looking at Stiles like he has never been asked such a stupid question.
"What fish after dessert!?" Stiles questioned.
Derek couldn't even dignify that with a response, so just rolled his eyes.
"So anyway, Isaac told me you were studying Sport Psychology, what's that all about?" Stiles rambled on.
Derek went to reply but before we could Stiles interjected "I played Lacrosse in high school, actually made first line sometimes, you're Captain aren't you?
Derek nodded.
"I've just started going to the gym more, I'm getting a complex living in that house, plus all the beer." Stiles said lurching the conversation from one topic to another.
"You really are the strong silent type aren't you, you should relax more. Here have some more wine." Stiles said filling up his glass.
Derek looked at him with a murderous glare and downed the wine in one.
As the evening continued and dinner had finished Stiles was knocking back the free wine and entertaining the whole table with tales from his freshman days.
"...so when they found me I was handcuffed and naked." Stiles finished with flourish. The Presidents sitting around the table laughed awkwardly at Stiles' elaborate tale.
When they broke off into smaller group conversations Stiles went to open his mouth to continue talking to Derek, but he stopped Stiles in his tracks when he leant in really close to Stiles and whispered "You're lucky I didn't find you naked and tied up." He gave Stiles a smirk and continued sipping his wine. It had the desired effect Stiles just sat there opening his mouth as though to speak and shutting it again, stunned into silence.
Stiles found it difficult to rejoin the conversation for the rest of the evening and couldn't stop analysing the situation over and over in his head as he lay in bed later that night, what did Derek mean by that? What would he do to him naked and tied up? Stiles had sweet dirty dreams that night all containing Derek Hale.