Stiles got the best night of sleep he had ever gotten. He was surrounded by a comforting warmth that made him push his face further into the soft mattress.

Derek.

The familiar smell of Derek was filling his nose. He took another deep breath... Derek.

He rolled over onto the other side and shivered at the cold material. His heavy eyelids slowly inched open and he looked around the room. He was alone. His heart sank and his feet took off before his brain could catch up to what he was doing. He ran into the main room to see Derek in the kitchen... Cooking?

Derek didn't even turn around. "You should put on some clothes." He spoke. Stiles looked down to see himself only in underwear. Shit, they were his Superman pair. Derek probably thinks he's a dork, first Batman now this...

"I think you like seeing me in my underwear." Stiles was going to play it cool. He could do this.

"Very mature in a pair of six-year-old's boxers." A smile tugged at Derek's lips. Really? Now, he was in a joking mood. For some odd reason, Derek looked happy. His face had more color to it and his eyes shined under the kitchen light. Maybe he had a good nights rest as well?

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Stiles asked taking a seat. Questions were lurking in the back of his mind but he waited for Derek to bring it up first. If he didn't after a while, Stiles would.

"Breakfast. Then I'm sending you home. You have school tomorrow." Derek stirred the pan of what appeared to be eggs. The aroma hit him and he could have moaned. It smelt fucking amazing.

"Psh. I've missed school before. It wouldn't hurt to miss a few more days." Stiles relaxed in the chair. "Plus, we could hang out today? Last I remember, you owe me a date."

Derek turned with a plate of bacon and eggs, setting them down in front of Stiles. Derek was visibly trying to hold back a smile.

He raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. "I do?" He asked.

"Yeah, you do. If you don't recall, the first one didn't end so well." Derek tensed slightly at his words. Stiles waited for an answer but never got one. He took a deep breath. If there ever was a reason to start talking, that would be it.

"I get it. You were jealous." Derek, without any hesitation, laughed. He let out a low chuckle that left Stiles speechless.

"I was not." Derek turned his head over to the fridge and started making a glass of water.

"You were!" Stiles was so happy. He could not believe the fact that Derek Hale was jealous of him. Derek. Hale. Jealous of- Stiles. Stilinski. He would not let him live this down. Ever.

"You so are! That's why you wanted to cuddle!" Stiles exclaimed. Derek never stopped surprising him.

"No. That was instinctive." Derek corrected.

Stiles scoffed. "Sure. 'Instinctive' my ass." Derek turned around and placed the cup of water in front of Stiles. Stiles picked up his fork and took a bite into the almost forgotten food. He thought the smell was amazing? The taste was indescribable. It was a piece of heaven. A man made miracle descending from the gods sheer talent. He closed his eyes and let out a low moan of approval.

"This is fucking amazing." Stiles let the taste of the eggs swirl around his taste buds before swallowing. He brought a piece of beacon up to his mouth before slowly nibbling on the end.

"Jesus, Derek! Where did you learn to cook like this!" Stiles exclaimed opening his eyes. Derek was staring at him with an amused smile plastered on his face.

He shrugged his shoulders. "My mom taught me a little. I learned most myself. You seam to like it."

"Dear Lord, yes! You should cook more often." Stiles was now eating by the fork full and not savoring the flavor nearly as much as he should have been. "Arf youf guanna eaf?"

"Don't speak with your mouth full." Derek stated like Stiles was a five year old with bad table manners. Stiles gave him a deadpan look and continued chewing. He swallowed before speaking again.

"So you're not mad?" Stiles asked switching the conversation to a serious topic. Derek's face softened and he spoke so quietly Stiles almost didn't know he was speaking.

"I'm never mad at you."

"Then why..." Stiles left his thoughts remain open.

"You need your space. I have to accept that." Derek looked like was already done talking. The way he held his body showed how much he wanted to avoid talking. His usual posture was slouching and his face turned hard. His hands had started to twist into ball unconsciously. His muscles flexed and he repositioned his feet multiple times. Was he nervous?!

"Derek, I have had sex with you many times now. You have been in me and you're telling me I need my space?" Stiles meant it jokingly but Derek's face turned slightly pink. He was blushing. Wow, today was a fay of firsts for Derek.

"You're a teenage boy who should be living their life. I'm a distraction-"

"A distraction that I want. School, on the other hand, is one I could do without-"

"Stiles, I'm serious-"

"Hey serious, wanna eat some too?" Derek looked obviously pissed but grabbed a fork and took a few bites. If Derek was going to keep him, he was going to do the same. Never interrupt a Stilinski. Stiles learned that one the hard way.

"I get it, though. You want me to just leave you alone so you can go back to being alone and aloof from society." Stiles sighed. He couldn't see his life going back to how it was. He was so average before. Now, he was something to someone. Before, he was a son, student, and best friend to a few people. Well, okay- one person.

The truth is, he doesn't want things to go back. He likes this- sitting hear watching Derek takes bits of food from his plate hesitantly. His eyes would shoot up to meet with Stiles' now and again as thought he was asking if it was okay to take another bite. Stiles would let out a small smile (with a slight blush).

He swallowed a mouthful of eggs when a realization hit him.

He liked Derek.

He liked Derek.

"Are you okay? Do you need more water?" Derek grabbed the cup and brought it to Stiles' mouth. Stiles kept coughing but opened his mouth slightly. Derek gingerly tilted the cup back, spilling the cold water into the boys mouth. Stiles watched Derek face who was concentrating on the younger's mouth.

Derek tilted the glass back allowing Stile to swallow the cool liquid. He was too surprised to speak. Had Derek really just… Cared for him? Yeah, he had saved his life a few times but that was… Well, his life. That was different. He did it the whole 'saving of the life' thing because he had to. This? Was this because he wanted to?

"Uh…" Stiles mouth was quicker that his brain. "This is awkward."

"You needed water." Derek turned around, taking the now empty cup and plate with him to the sink. He started the faucet.

"Yeah…" Stiles' voice trailed off. Was that nothing to Derek? Didn't they just have a moment there?

"You should get yourself a girlfriend." Stiles' heart dropped. His throat tightened and his breathing increased. He clenched his hands into fist and felt the sweat starting to form. His vision was starting to go in and out. Was this a panic attach?

Derek was throwing him out? Stiles just realized his feelings for Derek and he was already done with him. Everything was just in Stiles' head. He didn't want Stiles. His wolf must have just saw him and went for him on a wim. His chest felt heavy. He wanted to throw up.

"Stiles? Stiles!" He felt strong hands gripping tightly his shoulders. Was that Derek's voice? He was having troubles hearing. His arm was being pulled. Were his feet walking? He tripped over something and felt another hand pull him up.

His mind was racing with unanswered questions, the main one being- What now? If Derek didn't want him, why was he allowing Stiles to be here. Why did they just spent the night doing nothing but being in each others embrace if it was meaningless? Did Derek have a reason to be playing these games with Stiles? He wouldn't just be doing this for fun…

He leaned against a door. It hurt. Everything in his head was screaming. His vision was too blur for him to walk on his own. His arm was being pulled again and a chill ran up the base of Stiles' spine. He wanted to run, if his feat could move on their own. He thought he heard the faint noise of his name being called.

He felt like throwing up. He was holding back a sob. His eyes were starting to become blurry from the formation of tears. He heard the sound of another door opening before he was being shoved under freezing cold water.

"Whhaaa?!" Stiles was shaking like crazy. His clothes clung to his skin and made his body feel heavy. He felt his shirt being dragged over his head followed by his pants. Warm hands wrapped around him. A hot breath spoke next to his ear.

"Stiles, Shh..." Derek's voice was so close. He closed his eyes as the cold water flowed over his head. Derek's body was wrapped around his own. Derek...

He was so close. Why? He just stated that Stiles' should leave him. "I'm sorry." His voice was like a beacon calling out to him in the darkness. He could hear it so clearly even though his thoughts were all mixed up. Derek's body was a warmth that spread over him like a fire. He couldn't even feel the cold water any more.

"D-Don't l-lea-v-e" Stiles' jaw was shaking. His whole body was shaking. Was it the cold water or fear? "I-I don't w-want an-ny o-one e-else..." Stiles' heart was beating out of his chest. Was he crying or was it simply the water? Stiles' body fit perfectly with Derek's. He didn't want him to ever let go.

"W-Why?" Stiles couldn't help but sob. The cold shower water ran down his face along with his tears. His chest continued to feel heavy with every breath he took.

"It's what's best... For you." Derek's voice was soft and came out in a whisper.

"No, Derek. I-It isn't. D-Didn't you say I was your m-mate?" Derek's body grew still. He pushed against the tile and Stiles opened his eyes. Derek was standing over him fully dressed and soaked. His face was flushed and his hair a hot mess.

"You are."

"C-Can you really g-give me u-up that easily?" Stiles watched as Derek's eyes fell. Guilt showed on his face as he was at a loss for words.

"...No. I don't think you understand. I can never give you up. If you stay with me, I won't ever let you go." Stiles smiled.

"O-Okay. T-Then I don't want to hear talk about g-girlfriends." Derek tried to suppress a smile that was forming on his lips. Stiles leaned in closer to Derek. "Why c-can't it be like this? So... S-Simple?"

"It's not simple. You're a teenager-"

"S-So?"

"Stiles..."

"D-Derek..."

Neither said anything. Stiles laughed slightly at the sight of both of them being drenched while still in their clothes. He rested his head on Derek's shoulder.

"I-It would be me, wouldn't it? Most teenagers do have to deal with love, alcohol, some even pregnancy... but nope. I have to deal with a werewolf. Correction- Werewolves." Stiles laughed again. "But, you think I didn't choose this. I did. I chose to get Scott and find the body in the woods that night. I chose to have sex with you after the first time. I choose you every time." The water was starting to warm up and was beginning to get extremely steaming. It was becoming heard to breath.

Derek didn't say anything for a minuet, he didn't even move. Stiles liked staying in each other's embrace. They should do it more often.

"But what do you want?" Stiles choked out. He wasn't ready for the answer. He wasn't ready for the rejection. His heart tightened as his breathing increased. Was he having another panic attach?

"You." Stiles stopped breathing all together. His body felt stiff and he was scared to move. He was scared that if he moved even an inch, everything would shatter to reveal a truth Stiles' wasn't ready for. He felt a firm head pulling his head. He looked into the most attractive pair of bright red eyes that he had ever seen. He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

"What about James?" Derek didn't hesitate to growl. Stiles laughed. "Okay, okay. You're jealous, I get it."

Derek growled again. "I'm not jealous."

"Oh really? So dragging me into your room last night and snuggling until the early morning was just for the heck of it? It didn't have to do with the idea of scenting?" Stiles scoffed. He liked this side of Derek. He showed vulnerability and it was adorable.

"Maybe." Stiles smiled. Maybe they could do this. Maybe they could try dating. Derek ran his fingers over Stiles' cheek bone. "I'm going to hurt you." Derek's eyes went back to the normal greenish color. Stiles sighed.

"Derek, you won't. Stop saying that! You know the idea that if a person thinks they will get better, they will? If you think you'll hurt me then maybe you're right, you might. But if you believe in yourself as much as I believe in you, you won't. This reminds me of that time when I didn't want to take my pills bec-"

A growl interrupted him and Stiles let out a sigh. "Hey, this it was you sighed up for. When we became mates, this is what ya get." Stiles gestured down his body and Derek let out a small laugh.

"Forever." Derek whispered the word so quietly Stiles almost didn't hear it. Forever.