A/N: Alright so…THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I loved that so many of you reviewed. I wasn't going to end the story because of lack of reviews I just wanted to make sure people were at least sort of interested still. I like reviews for the fact they tell me when I do something right…and when I do something horribly wrong. Alright so the cliffhanger….well you'll see…
Pudding!
20 minutes, that was all the time that had passed since the werewolf had jumped out of his window. It seemed like hours had passed and yet only 20 little minutes had gone by. Stiles knew by the time the other returned he would be going crazy. There was nothing to do in the small room; sure he had video games…his computer…his cell phone…okay so there was a lot to do. None of those things were things he wanted to do though. He wanted to be in bed with a hot werewolf, not laying there bored out of his mind. His dad always said he should get more in tune with nature...and Derek was about as close to nature as Stiles was willing to go.
Turning over onto his stomach he let out another sigh as he debated on going to Scott…they definitely needed to talk about everything that was going on. He walked on them right after they had sex…he still was handcuffed to his bed, oh gosh that was embarrassing. Stiles could feel his face turning red as he recalled the events that occurred earlier, he still couldn't believe he had handcuffed himself to his bed. Who does that! The look that had made its way onto Derek's face though when he walked into the room had made all the embarrassment worth it. Heat began pooling in his stomach, scorching his veins as his blood raced downward.
Flipping back over onto his back he imagined that Derek was still there with him, he could feel the path that Derek's hand had traced over his body an hour previous. Taking his own hand he traced the same path, it just didn't do the same things for him. Letting out another sigh he gave up the idea of taking care of things himself…it just wasn't the same without Derek. Sitting up he glanced around his room debating on what he should do before deciding that getting some food might help. His stomach growled and the thought of a baby werewolf in there amused him until he thought of the prospect that he could never give Derek anything like that if they ever did get serious enough for it.
Shaking his head Stiles rolled out of bed and began making his way down stairs.
"What to eat, what to eat?" Finally reaching the refrigerator he began searching through it, letting out a victory call as he found a giant bowl of pudding.
"Pudding…food for champions!" Laughing to himself he pulled off the lid and grabbed a spoon. Hopping onto the counter behind he let his mind wander as he began munching on his pudding. He had at least a few hours until Derek would be back, so he should find something to do until then because having Derek come back to find him going crazy would so not be attractive. Thinking better maybe a nap would be better, because naps are always amazing.
After eating another spoonful of pudding Stiles tossed the bowl in the sink before making his way back to his bedroom. Throwing himself back on his bed he took a deep breath only smelling Derek around him. A short nap would totally pass the time until his werewolf returned. Snuggling into his blankets it was hard for his to just shut his brain off, there was so much stuff floating around in there, the smell though made everything a little more calm. With thoughts of Derek swirling in his head Stiles slipped off into darkness.
Hearing a crash Stiles jerked awake with a startled jerk. Looking around quickly he saw that almost four hours had gone by since he was laid done with the prospect of sleep in mind. Looking around once more he saw nothing out of the ordinary, moving with caution from his bed he picked up the baseball bat that lay against the side of his desk. He hoped that the crash was in his dreams instead of being in reality. The last thing he needed inside his house was a scary mean pissed off werewolf... unless it was Derek, because then that made it all okay because he at least wouldn't rip out his throat…he hoped. Moving towards his door he slowly turned the handle before pulling the door open praying that it didn't make a sound. Stiles released the breath he had been holding as he finally opened it the last few inches, thankful that it hadn't squeaked.
Inching his way out of the open door he slipped his torso through holding the bat up defensively and felt a sense of relief wash over him as he saw no one was standing in the hallways. Stiles' relief was short lived though as he heard another crash coming from down stairs. He really wished he had called the police and almost debated going back in his room and locking it while safely waiting for help to arrive. Instead he continued moving slowly towards the staircase, happy they had it replaced not too long ago so there were no squeaks in the boards.
Inching his way down he held the bat even tighter as he heard more noises in the living room area. Turning the corner he saw nothing though, before he could turn back around to check the other areas of his house he felt a pain in his head before he hit the ground as darkness surrounded him. A low chuckle was the last thing he heard before he was lost the fight to stay awake.
A/N: I am a horrible…horrible…horrible person. Not only has it taken me a million years to update because of finals, I also didn't wrap up the cliff hanger…instead I gave you another one. I really hope you guys don't hate me. I've had major writer block even though I knew what I wanted to happen I just wasn't sure how to word that, so I'm very sorry this chapter is a wee bit short. But the good news is I'm back, and updating both my Teen Wolf stories and my summer classes are finished as of today. So I look forward to writing more for all of you lovely people who have stuck with me. I love you! …As well as your reviews ;] hehe.