Derek jolted awake on the couch, suddenly hyper aware of his surroundings. He glanced at the television and saw that the credits were rolling.
He'd slept through the whole movie... while simultaneously living the movie. That was an awkward realisation.
Derek jumped up, skittering into the kitchen and finding the tin of cookies where he'd put them. He opened the tin and took out a cookie.
The strong scent of cinnamon wafted through the air but Derek didn't pay it any attention. Stiles had spent energy labouring of these cookies. To make sure they were nothing but perfect.
Derek took a bite. It was sweet and cinnamony at the same time. A perfect balance for a human, even if the cinnamon seemed too over powering. Derek liked it, just like how he'd liked them every time grandma had made them.
An idea struck him. He was sure he had some wrapping paper somewhere.
Derek rummaged around the loft for objects before settling into the couch to wrap them. He shoved each object into the corresponding Christmas sock. He even found his wallet and stuffed two hundreds in both Scott and Isaac's socks before putting double that in Stiles'.
For the socks, he'd claim. And technically it wouldn't be a lie. Though it was also partially an attempt at an apology since he'd been such a dick.
He got his phone out and sent a text to everyone in the pack. Then he went about re-decorating the loft.
Around six thirty Derek was buzzing with energy. He'd even dressed in that silly Santa Claus outfit that Laura had made him buy in New York. He had cups of hot chocolate ready when the first pack members showed up. Of course it was Allison and Lydia. Who else?
Derek made them wait in the hall until the rest of the pack showed up.
Stiles was the last to show, obviously still bummed about the night before.
When the buzzing of questions got to the point where Derek felt like bouncing up and down like a child he threw the door open.
"Merry Christmas!"
Dead silence met him but he didn't really care. He had to make it right.
"I thought you hated Christmas." Stiles said. His flannel pyjama bottoms made that odd sound of cloth on cloth when he shifted.
"I've had a change of heart," Derek shrugged. He opened the door wider and ushered the pack in, glad they had all complied and come in their pyjamas.
Like a normal family Christmas morning.
As Stiles went to pass inside Derek caught him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
Stiles' pupils were blown wide when Derek pulled back. "What."
Derek smirked and pointed up. "Mistletoe." He'd shifted back slightly when the others had come in so he only caught Stiles under it. To accommodate for the day before, he reasoned.
Stiles just nodded blankly and continued inside with a dopey grin. Then froze. "Dude, what the hell? Where did that come from?" He was pointing at the behemoth of a pine tree Derek had stood up and dressed during the early morning. "Did you go out and cut that down last night?"
Derek's cheeks flushed and he looked away.
"No way," Stiles laughed. "Dude! That's awesome!" He examined the tree with something akin to pride. "Do you know how long I've dreamed of cutting down my own tree? Like, forever!" He looked like he wanted to hug the tree but was holding back.
Derek rolled his eyes and motioned him to the couch before passing out the Christmas socks. Stiles's eyes went wider (if at all possible) and he looked up at Derek with bright, whiskey eyes. "You kept them?"
Derek shrugged. "I was going to get to them last. There was fake snow, garland, and strung cranberries everywhere."
Stiles chuckled. "Too much?"
Derek beamed, an odd expression that everyone did a double take for. "Not enough," he replied.
::V::
"Dude! Your grandma's cookbook! Are you serious?" Stiles asked as he looked from the red leather cover to Derek.
Derek nodded and Stiles grinned, Pulling him in for a quick kiss. Derek decided he very much wanted to do this again.
