Neither Derek nor Stiles could dance but that didn't stop Stiles from pulling Derek out onto the dance floor when a slow song picked up. Derek stubbornly protested for a few long moments but gave in when Stiles' whiskey colored eyes went all doe-eyed and soft. Derek knew it was useless to try to resist that look because, honestly, he really didn't want to deny Stiles anything. It took it all of two dates to come to that conclusion and now on date number five, Derek really wanted him and Stiles to become official. He wanted Stiles like he never wanted anyone else and he just prayed to whatever higher power that might be listening that Stiles didn't have any hidden psychopathic tendencies that hadn't quite made it to the surface yet.
"Who sings this one?" Derek asked. Stiles listened for a second while he led them in slow, shuffling circles.
"Sixpence None the Richer. It's called Kiss Me which I think you should take the hint and do," Stiles responded, a smirk on his face.
"You want me to kiss you?" Derek clarified his eyes sparkling under the string lights. "Give me one good reason why I should."
"Because I've never been kissed and I want someone that I care about and who cares about me to be my first." Derek's eyebrows creased together at the admission, the way Stiles carried himself was a little weird but he was loveable and a certainly a very kissable guy. To think that he'd never been kissed was rather astonishing. "And I plan on dying a virgin because of all the supernatural fun times we have but I'll be damned if I go down without being kissed."
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor, lift your open hand. Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me.
Derek leaned close, his nose brushing against Stiles' while their breath puffed over each other's cheeks. Stiles' eyes fluttered closed at the contact while Derek watched the anticipation dance across his date's face. When Stiles didn't move away, Derek leaned forward, ever so slowly and carefully, he pressed their lips together. While their weren't fireworks and the kiss itself was a little unsure on both of their parts and a tad awkward, Derek knew this was his last first kiss ever. He never wanted to kiss another soul in his lifetime other than Stiles and they had plenty of time to work on technique and work their way to tongue. But for right now, the kiss was amazing simply because Derek was kissing Stiles who in turn was kissing him back.
"Wow," Stiles managed out once they finally broke apart. "I actually have no other words for that other than wow."
"Good, because I want to kiss you again and I can't do that if you keep talking," Derek quipped. Stiles quickly snapped his mouth shut when Derek dipped his head back down for a second round of kissing along with a few experimental love bites of Stiles' lower lip. "I could really get used to doing this all the time."
"So does that mean you're my boyfriend now?" Stiles asked, one eyebrow raised in question. "Because I really like how 'Derek Hale is boyfriend' sounds."
"Yeah, boyfriends. I think I'm okay with that," Derek admitted with a nod. "One more kiss and then we finish dancing to the song." Stiles surged up and met Derek halfway, his lips beginning to move in time with Derek's. So far, so good with the learning curve and Stiles learning his way with Derek.