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Stiles collected the wrapping paper from the floor and put it all in the wastebasket he'd put in the lounge room just for that when he and Derek had been decorating.

"I noticed that the lake was frozen over when I drove up," Sam said, fiddling with the home brew kit that Derek had bought him. Stiles personally thought it was a spectacular effort at sucking up to the sheriff but Stiles appreciated how well his father and his boyfriend got on – even if Derek was a little intimidated by Stiles' father.

"Wait! Frozen over? As in, we can skate?"

"Yeah."

Stiles sighed and groaned, throwing himself onto the couch next to his father. "I don't have my skates. I didn't pack them when I came here."

"Stiles," Derek said suddenly and then shook his head. "I might have some skates," he finished weakly.

"That is not what you were going to say."

Derek shrugged. "I'll go and look."

"Don't worry about it, Derek" Sam said, "I brought his skates from home."

Derek twitched and then stood up abruptly. "I'll just go and get my skates then."

"Dad, I'm going to go up and change as well."

Sam settled back into the couch. "I'll just wait here then. Make me a cup of coffee first?"

Stiles laughed but went into the kitchen and made his father a cup of coffee before he went upstairs to Derek's bedroom.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, the moment he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Derek looked up to him attempting to look confused. "What?"

"You got weird there, what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Fibber," Stiles threw over his shoulder before he went to his drawer in Derek's chest and pulled out a thick, woollen jumper.

"Would…"

Stiles turned around and looked at Derek hoping that the werewolf would continue.

"Come on Derek, just tell me."

"It can wait."

"Nope," Stiles said, walking over and pushing Derek down to sit next to him on the bed. "Tell me."

"Move in here."

"What?"

"I want you to move in here with me. Instead of just coming and staying here, move in."

"Okay."

"What?" Derek asked, surprised.

"Did you think I might say no?"

Derek shrugged.

"We've been dating for two years, Derek."

"Yeah, but you were studying for most of that time."

"So?"

"So, you weren't here and I wasn't there all of the time."

Stiles shrugged. "We spend most days together – I sleep here most nights. Dad keeps making jokes about me just coming home for laundry and food."

"So, you want to move in here?"

"Yeah."

"You don't want to go out and live alone for a while, or…something?"

Stiles huffed out a laugh. "I've been living at university for four years, living alone, living with a roommate, all of that, has lost its appeal. I want to move in here with you."

Derek pulled Stiles towards him and kissed him.

"There is something you should know," Derek said when he pulled away.

"What?"

"I'm a werewolf."

"No shit! Really?"

Derek made an annoyed noise.

"Sorry."

"That means that I'm territorial."

"I know."

"So, asking you into my house is a big deal. It means I'm committed."

"Good."

"So, it's not just a thing that people do, move in together. It means something."

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

"No."

Stiles laughed. "I'd say yes if you did, so…it's okay that this is a big deal for you because I'm not going anywhere and I'm not letting you go anywhere unless I have to – or you ask me to."

Derek looked unsure of what to say.

"I'm not asking you to propose or anything, dude."

Derek nodded. "But, you'll move in."

"I will."

"Good. Tomorrow."

Stiles laughed loudly and yanked Derek over for a kiss. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, let's go tell Dad."

Derek swallowed thickly. "You were getting rugged up. Are you sure ice skating is a good idea?"

"Because I'm accident-prone?"

Derek nodded.

"I enjoy it, and you can kiss any of my boo boos better."

"Maybe."

"Definitely." Stiles said, grabbing Derek's hand. "Let's go tell Dad."

"I need socks."

"You're stalling."

"We both need socks."

"Fine," Stiles said, grabbing two thick pairs of socks from Derek's drawer.

"Those are mine."

"We're moving in together so our sock drawers might intertwine a bit."

Derek stopped and a small smile quirked his lips before he kissed Stiles. "Let's tell your Dad."

Stiles grinned and pulled Derek down the stairs and into the lounge room.

"What are you grinning at?" Sam asked, looking at his son suspiciously. "And why does Derek look like that?"

Stiles turned and looked at Derek shaking his head. "You're ridiculous."

"So…?" Sam asked, letting the word lengthen.

"I'm moving in with Derek tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Derek asked.

Sam shrugged. "I've been expecting it for a while."

Derek groaned.

"He was worried," Stiles said, kissing Derek quickly on the lips and then sitting down on the couch to pull on his socks.

"You love one another, moving in makes sense. Now when you come to visit me I know it's only for the food."

"You can come here for food too…oh man, great idea. Weekly dinners. You come here and I'll cook for us all."

"Should you check with Derek before you invite someone over weekly?"

"No," Derek said. "It's his house too."

Sam smiled. "Okay then, Wednesdays."

"You just hate cooking on Wednesdays." Stiles accused – he understood, it was the worst day of the week, right in the middle.

"Yep."

"That's fine." Derek agreed, talking over whatever Stiles was going to say. "Skating?"

"Skating." Sam agreed.

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