Derek looked down at his watch agin in a sort of frustrated exasperation. I twas already quarter past six, forty-five minutes late for his coffee date with Stiles and there was still no sign of the freshman. He couldn't understand it, this had never happened to him before. He had never been stood up, not even once. Hell, he was usually not even the first to arrive to most dates, they were usually the ones excitedly waiting for him to make his entrance. Now he knew what it felt like to wait on someone he wasn't even sue was going to show as he sat at his little table for two nursing his third cup of coffee just to have some sort of flimsy excuse to stay and wait for his would be date.
"Fuck it." Derek murmured downing what was left of his third latte while tossing a few bills on the table as a tip before making his way towards the exit only to have Stiles come barreling through the entrance looking around frantically, arms full of papers that were falling all over the place, a pair of black rimmed glasses skewed on his face. Out of breath and all around just a mess Stiles looked the part of a disorganized student who had lost track of time and as soon as Stiles' bright brown eyes met the pair of green ones that had so captivated him during their first meeting Stiles started to apologize profusely for his lateness saying, "I am so sorry, Derek! I feel like shit, I am so late. I'd understand if you wanted nothing to do with me after this jerk move. I was just reading up on this really fascinating genetic deformity that's caused by the just the smallest alterations in the base genes that make up the human form, and I completely lost track of time."
While Derek tuned out the nervous babbling somewhere after the words 'I'm sorry' were said he felt a bit better now that his target had boosted his ego back up to it's normal levels, he had no clue that Stiles had been watching, waiting to see just how long Derek was willing to wait for him to show up. He was honestly surprised by the patience th Big Bad had shown, lasting almost an entire hour. Stiles had no problem admitting he was impressed, no doubt Derek had never been kept waiting before. Now he would just have to see just how badly Derek wanted him., whether he would accept the apology or move on to the next piece in this game of smile Stiles got was both relieved and amused at the babbled apology and Stiles had to give credit where credit was due to his opponent, this player was a professional. Oh yes, he was good, but Stiles knew how to play too and he wasn't afraid to surprise his opponent into changing a few of his rules just for him.
With a soft laugh that was mostly unintended Derek hushed the boy who was babbling excuses frantically in hopes of appeasing Derek into staying despite the wait. Reaching out to fix the skewed glasses Derek said sweetly, "That's alright, though I was a little worried there that you were gonna stand me up." Brown eyes widened almost comically as Stiles rushed to assure Derek that would never happen which Derek's ego piped up with 'of course not, I'm Derek Hale'. Looking down at the table that Derek was closest to Stiles noted the three coffees as he said in an unsure tone, "So I'm guessing you don't want to have a coffee now huh?"
Derek chuckled out a ,"No." and was a bit taken aback when Stiles looked him straight in his eyes and said in a falsely confident voice, "Well then, how about we just go to dinner then instead?" Derek full belly laughed at that causing the poor boy to look down with an embarrassed blush spreading down from his cheeks to his neck and a part of Derek wondered just how far that blush could go. "Sure, let's go grab something at the diner up the road and you can tell me more about what kept your attention from our date."
"Date?" Stiles whispered somewhat in awe and disbelief which just boosted Derek's already over inflated ego to even new heights. Wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders Derek leaned down to whisper in Stiles ear, "Yes Stiles, this is a date." The shiver and renewal of the blush made a hot coil of want to spread through Derek. He knew he needed to take things slow but damn if he didn't want to just sully this sweet little virgin under his arm in so many ways. "Alright then let's go and I can tell you all about genetic coding until you tell me to shut up."
"I'd never tell you to shut up, I'd love to hear about the things you're passionate about." Derek sounded oh so sincere it was kind of amazing, especially considering Stiles knew it was all a load of bullshit. That Derek could care less about anything he had to say on genetics or anything else really. Unless of course it had to do with sex probably, but they would get there in due time. After Derek had worked for it and Stiles had decided it was time for that step in the game Derek was unknowingly playing against Stiles. They walked that way with Derek's arm around Stiles' shoulder all the way to the diner as Derek hummed and nodded along to whatever Stiles was babbling about in technical genetic lingo. Which naturally for his own amusement Stiles made overly complicated to prove to himself that Derek wasn't really listening or he would be so confused, asking all sorts of questions about the things that Stiles was saying.