I'm very glad you are all enjoying this. If you'd like to check them out, I have two other on going Teen Wolf fics right now. One AU and one Cora/Sterek Brotp. (Which will mostly consist of Cora's younger sister antics.)

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It was raining and Stiles was listening to Enya. He liked to do that when he had a hard time sleeping. He wasn't sad or angry or hyper, he was just so tired that he couldn't sleep.

Honestly, why does that happen?

It was dark and the rain tapped on his window and on the roof and in the background of Enya's soothing voice. Stiles closed his eyes as he lay on his back, keeping completely still. He was meditating.

Sort of.

He's heard of this thing called lucid dreaming and tried doing it, but he always fell asleep before sleep paralysis, so it had never worked. Now he just used it to fall asleep.

He'd stay motionless, doing nothing but breathing and blinking as he stared at the ceiling and listened to music. The music was probably just a little too loud, but he didn't want to move and turn it down, so he dealt with it.

After three songs had passed, his arm twitched and he gave up. He sighed and readjusted his position, simply hoping to get to sleep the normal way. Then there was a tap on his window that was too heavy for the rain, and he got up, half expecting it to be Scott, half expecting it to be a branch or a twig or a flying snail.

Okay, maybe not the last one.

But he looked up and it was Derek. Stiles started slightly, but opened the window and let him in nonetheless. There were little dark spots covering most of his clothes and water droplets sticking to his hair and eyelashes from the rain. He was beautiful.

"Enya?" He asked teasingly.

"It's relaxing." Stiles defended himself. "What are you doing here?" Stiles asked him softly, aware of his dad in his room down the hall.

"You can't sleep. Neither can I." Derek said simply, dropping a small bag on the floor. "I thought I'd stop by."

Stiles shifted, only slightly nervous. "Okay. What's with the bag?"

Derek gestured to his shirt. "It's raining, so I brought something to change into."

"Oh. Do you want to go change in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, alright. I'll be right back."

Stiles didn't bother to warn him about his dad, knowing that Derek would be able to smell him before he even got into the hallway. Stiles wasn't sure if he was supposed to wait here, or go back to sleep, so he moved to his bed and lay back down, choosing the happy middle.

He was laying on his back when Derek padded back into the room. He turned onto his side to watch Derek cross the room and kneel on the bed as well. It wasn't the first time Derek had stayed overnight, but it was the first time he had come when neither of them was freaking out. Stiles wasn't sure what to expect, but he found himself moving up subconsciously to kiss him.

Derek put his hands around Stiles's waist and pulled him a bit closer, so he was on his knees as well. Stiles found his arms crawling up Derek's arms and around his waist and Derek bent a little closer. The darker man's mouth yielded to his own and momentarily he panicked, but Derek was gentle as he kissed him. And then—oh!

Tongue.

Right.

Derek ran his tongue along Stiles's upper lip and along his teeth. And Stiles shuddered at the tenderness and sweetness of it. He thought this kind of kissing was supposed to be hot and fast and passionate, but Derek was so gentle. The feeling made him ache in the best way, like the day after a really good practice. And as Stiles felt himself moving backwards, he noticed the way Derek was strong enough to maneuver him down onto his back smoothly and easily.

Stiles's feet were flat on the bed, creating a comfortable place for Derek's body. He settled between the teen's legs, using his hands to hold himself up from being too close. Stiles's tongue shyly met Derek and he felt a tightening in his stomach. It was so soft and beautiful that it almost hurt. Derek didn't have much occasion to be so tender. Even with the recent development between them, it was still surprising sometimes.

Derek shuddered when Stiles ran his hand down his back, tracing the area where he knew the triskele to be. His fingers found their way under Derek's shirt, and rested on the small of his back. He just wanted to feel Derek's skin in his hand. He had to take back a previous comment. This slow kissing was not without passion. In fact, it might be all the more passionate for the subtlety it possessed.

Derek pulled away after a minute and his face hovered over Stiles's, searching his eyes for something. Stiles was sure there might be some embarrassing emotion, but Derek smiled lightly, his eyes flashing in the dark. His red eyes didn't put Stiles off anymore. He found them endearing.

Derek turned and lay on his back and Stiles followed him. He laid half on his chest, using his elbows to lift himself so he could look at Derek. He lifted his hand to Derek's face and traced is fingers like he did so many weeks ago. His fingers followed the line of his brows and the border of his hair, the slope of his nose and the bow of his lips. He brushed over his eyelids that fluttered closed and twitched as they weren't used to being touched.

Stiles fell into a trance, unaware of how long he lay there, simply enjoying the sensory moment. As he listened, he could hear a dark roll of sound emanating from Derek's chest. He was breathing normally, but—

"Are you purring?" Stiles asked quietly.

"Shut up." But the corner's of Derek's mouth were slightly curled, and Stiles knew he was not bothered.

"Stiles."

"Hmm?"

"Do you want to go out on a date?"

Stiles movements ceased and he focused on Derek's eyes that were now open and boring into his. He smiled widely. "Yes."

Derek let out one of his famously beautiful, put-stars-to-shame grins that made Stiles's blood crash like the tide. Satisfied, Derek closed his eyes.

Stiles settled on his side, facing away from Derek, who immediately pulled him into an embrace, holding him against his broad chest. Stiles was suddenly tired again. He knew that he would have no trouble sleeping now. Just having Derek near him in this way was enough to have unconsciousness hovering just beyond his eyelids. He let the breathing/purring of Derek lull him into oblivion.

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"Hey dad, I need to tell you something." Stiles said, inching into the room where his father was looking through papers. Happily, there was no alcohol in sight.

"Is this about the diner not selling me curly fries anymore or the person who's been staying over some nights during the past seven weeks?" The Sheriff asked, not looking up from his desk.

Stiles gaped like a fish out of water, scrambling for words. His father looked up at him and chuckled. "The latter, I assume then."

"How did you even know?!" Stiles gasped incredulously.

"I am a law enforcement figure. I make a living solving crimes. You think I wouldn't notice the extra toothbrush in the bathroom or the sounds of the window opening or the whispers at night. I can put two and two together, Stiles. That's how I became Sheriff."

Stiles blushed slightly. He wasn't exactly sure what to say now. This scenario wasn't one he accounted for when he thought a script for how this was supposed to go.

"Look, Stiles. I trust you to be careful and safe, know who you're letting into the house, and tell me about it when you're comfortable." Sheriff said seriously.

"Okay… well, I don't know if your insane powers of deduction told you that the person is not a girl." The Sheriff only nodded at that. "What! How?"

"There have been floorboard creaks at night that your body is too light to create. You have never made a floorboard upstairs creak. I assumed it was a guy, probably muscular, because I thought that would be the most likely person to be able to pull himself through a two story window."

Stiles just stared at him and beheld his crazy awesomeness.

"Okay… It's Derek Hale."

His dad was quiet for a moment. "Well, I didn't expect that one." He admitted. "Don't you hate the guy?"

"…Hate is a strong word. There was a point in time that I really disliked him." Stiles admitted. "But I got to know him, and he's strangely sweet, actually. He comes off as really gruff, but… he cares about me, dad. And I care about him."

"Well, I care about your happiness, but I also care about the law. I don't want to catch or hear about you doing anything illegal. Other than that, it's none of my business." The Sheriff said, getting up and stretching.

"Okay, well I have a date with him tonight." Stiles told him.

"Where are you guys going?" The Sheriff asked, heading towards the door.

"I'm actually not sure. It's a surprise, I guess."

"Well, have fun. I don't think I'll be at the station tonight, but be back by 11:00, okay?"

"…Yeah. I'll be sure to do that." Stiles was taken aback at how easily his father was taking all of this information.

"You should invite him over for dinner sometime." The Sheriff commented as he walked out of the room and Stiles just stared at his retreating figure because what?

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From: Derek

Received: 5:37

So, I'll pick you up at 6:00?

Stiles looked at the time and nodded.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:37

Uh, yeah. Do I need to where something specific?

From: Derek

Received: 5:38

Yes. You'll need a tuxedo, a fireman's hat, and a scuba suit.

Stiles blinked at the screen.

From: Derek

Received: 5:38

Oh, and bring some tears of orphans as well.

Stiles blinked some more. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond, even though he was mostly sure that Derek wasn't serious.

From: Derek

Received: 5:40

I'm kidding.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:40

I know that!

Stiles defended himself, aggressively tapping the little buttons on his phone.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:41

How would you use the tears of orphans, anyway?

From: Derek

Received: 5:42

It's a good way to salt food.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:42

Those poor orphans. I'm going to have to put them on the list of things to save from scary/creepy ass werewolves.

From: Derek

Received: 5:44

Peter is the creepy one.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:45

Yeah, you're the broody one.

To Derek:

Sent: 5:46

You still haven't told me what I should wear.

From: Derek

Received: 5:47

No, you don't have to wear anything specific.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:49

Good, my scuba suit is at the dry cleaner's.

From: Derek

Received: 5:51

Why would you send something made to go underwater to the dry cleaners?

Stiles snorted as he changed his shirt to a slightly nicer one.

To: Derek

Sent: 5:52

Don't poke holes in my logic.

Stiles waited for a while, but he didn't respond. Stiles just assumed it's because he was driving. Good, he wouldn't encourage bad behavior. But now he was getting nervous. I mean, this was an actual date. Like, a for real date, not just a pack hang out or a panic attack session.

Speaking of, he was freaking out minorly. He sat on the edge of his bed and bit his nails. Then he realized that Derek would hear his accelerated heart rate and might get worried, so he started some new breathing techniques, laying back on his bed. He tapped his foot as he sang a song in his head and counted breaths.

He congratulated himself when he slowed his pulse back to normal. When he heard a car engine coming down the street, it jumped, but he maintained his cool.

Stiles stumbled down the stairs, quickly checking his pockets to make sure he had his keys, wallet, and cell phone. It buzzed as his fingers made contact.

From: Allison

Received: 5:55

Good luck!

From: Erica

Received 5:56

Have fun tonight! (Isaac says hi)

From: Boyd

Received 5:57

Good luck.

From: Lydia

Received: 5:57

Be fierce.

From: Scott

Received: 5:58

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Stiles smiled as he read their messages and tucked his phone in his pocket. He mentally prepared himself as there was a knock on the door. He checked himself over in the mirror by the farm bureau and walked semi-confidently to where he knew Derek stood waiting.

He opened the door and grinned as he saw Derek standing there in all his leathery, stubbly, chiseled glory. Derek smiled back at him and held out his hand. Stiles twined their fingers together and they walked out to the Camaro that Stiles was so fond of. I mean, his Jeep was his baby, but the Camaro was a fine piece of machinery.

They settled into their seats and Derek started the car, pulling away from the sidewalk. Stiles thought it was funny that Derek's car purred almost the same way he did. Okay, you could seriously tell he was nervous.

Then Derek reached over and grabbed his hand. "Calm down, you're going to have a heart attack in my car and I'm going to be arrested again."

Stiles stuck his tongue out at him. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"There's a little coffee shop called the Treehouse. They've got open mic on Thursdays." Derek told him.

Stiles nodded his head, almost surprised. He didn't know what he expected, but a coffee shop and live music wasn't it.

They pulled up beside a small building at the corner of a block downtown and walked inside, hand in hand. There was a small band with a guitarist, a percussionist, and a singer at a keyboard on a little platform near the front. Derek led him to the back where there was a long counter with a cash register and a tip jar that read "Thanks a latte!"

Stiles laughed. The place was adorable. It was quaint. The good music and smell off coffee circulated around the many chairs, sofas, beanbags, and tables that were everywhere. The lights were dimmed just enough that it really added to the atmosphere but everyone could still see. All in all, Stiles felt he could get used to this place.

"What do you want?" Derek asked Stiles, averting his attention to the menu.

Stiles scanned it quickly, "I think I'll have chicken salad. And water."

Derek gave the order to the cashier and ordered coffee and a BLT for himself. Then he grabbed their number and steered him to a table that was relatively close to the "stage." They sat down and Derek grabbed his hand again. They sat and listened to the music while they waited.

"They're really good." Stiles commented.

"Yeah, I've seen them here before. They're called Entity. Their lead singer, Bobbi, is originally from Holland and the band met when they took philosophy class at the same University."

Stiles nodded. He really liked her voice.

A woman with red hair and a really intricate tattoo sleeve walked up to them with a tray and handed them their food. She smiled warmly at them before heading back. Stiles took a bite of his sandwich and smiled happily.

"I could definitely get used to this."

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Derek brought Stiles back home after a few hours of listening to the other artists who had come to play at Open Mic night. They held hands up until the porch where Stiles kissed him good night. Several times. Lingeringly.

"I won't be staying the night this time." Derek said, resting his forehead against Stiles's. "I need to spend some more time with the pack. We need to do some training, and they all feel a little better when we're close to one another."

"That's fine. I understand you have dad responsibilities." Stiles smiled. "Tonight was great. I would not object to going back there."

"Good." Derek leaned on to kiss him again. "Because I want to take you back. It's one of my favorite places."

"Oh, by the way. My dad knows you've been staying the night lately and he wants you to come to dinner some time."

Derek tensed for a moment and then relaxed. "Okay, I can do that." He said, almost nervously.

"You'll be great." Stiles kissed him again and then backed up to the door. Smiling and watching Derek walk back to his car. He waved once before shutting the door and walking back upstairs in an almost daze because he had just had an actual normal date with Derek motherfucking Hale.

And if he sent out a mass text moments after he got to his room, no one would have to know. Except the recipients.

To: Scott, Allison, Isaac, Lydia, Erica, Boyd, Dad

Sent: 9:53

It went really, really well.

A/N: The Tree House is actually based off of a coffee shop from my hometown. I loved it! All details are those that I remembered from over seven years ago, so I had to make up some stuff.