I'm so so so so so so so so so so sorry that it has taken me this long to update. I've somehow managed to destroy two laptops in the last two months so this is the first time I've been able to get online recently to post this. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, fingers crossed, but I can't promise anything.

Chapter 14


Between the constant banging, howling and occasional gun fire coming from somewhere beyond the safety of the hidden room (or was it a den? They were wolves after all) Stiles found himself too preoccupied to even think about the kiss and what it could mean. You would think that when he finally had his first kiss it would be all he could think about but no. There were more important things to think about. Things like the battle that was currently happening less than 100ft away, a battle between mythical creatures and their mortal enemies. Who had time to analyse something as meagre as a kiss when a supernatural smack down was taking place? Not Stiles that's for sure.

After another 15 minutes of continuous fighting Stiles anxiety level had risen from I've just been kissed by a guy who sprouts fur once a month and could easily rip my throat out with his teeth. To a rather more sever Oh my God I'm going to be killed by angry men with guns and/or vicious werewolves and I've only been kissed once. Jackson will never let me live this down. It may not be the best thing to be worrying about right now but it was a legitimate concern of his.

Another 15 minutes of fighting found Stiles sat in a corner of the small room fighting back a panic attack whilst Anna sat quietly reading a book at the other side of the room. He couldn't stop thinking 'What if.' What if Derek was dead? What if he never saw his dad again? What if he never saw Scott again? What if he never got to taste the joy that was curly fries again? He had become so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even register the sudden silence that had fallen over the house several minutes ago. In fact it took him several minutes and several shouts of his name for him to even realise that more people had entered the room.

Standing in front of him were the Hales. They were each covered from head to toe in blood, so much blood that it couldn't possibly all be their own, and their clothes where torn beyond recognition. Laura's top seemed to be defying gravity in an attempt to cover her modesty. Derek's on the other hand was hanging off one shoulder. The senior Hales didn't seem to be faring much better; their clothes seemed to be in a similar state to their children's.

Upon her parents arrival Anna threw herself across the room and latched on to her mother's leg seemingly unfazed by their appearances. It was then that Stiles' brain finally caught up with everything going on around him. Everyone was alright, no one was hurt. They were all going to be okay.

A slow grin slowly spread across his face as he made eye contact with Derek. He quickly crossed the room in a tangle of spastic limbs, watching Derek relax with every step he took. It made him want to reach the wolf even sooner.

Stiles got his wish as Derek started moving hesitantly to meet him half way. A smile to match Stiles own growing as he moved. When they finally met in the middle of the room both of them reacted simultaneously, reaching out and holding on to the other as tightly as they could without causing damage. They both took comfort in the others presence and struggled to control themselves in front of the remainder of the Hales.

The need to get closer to each other was almost overwhelming and the thought of having to separate was simply excruciating. Derek found himself hating the barrier Stiles clothes created between them. If it wasn't for the fact that he was overly aware of his family watching them and his reluctance the scare the younger boy Derek would have removed the barrier between them in any way possible several moments ago. Even with several reasons why it was a bad idea swimming around in his head Derek was struggling to keep his claws from emerging and removing the offending items of clothing.

Luckily his parents quickly seemed to pick up on his agitation before he did something he would later regret.

"It's been a stressful morning for us all and we have a lot of explaining to do later." James glanced between Derek and Stiles.
"Why don't you two go and take a nap, you to Laura, whilst Alice and I go and make us all some lunch. We can talk about this when everyone has calmed down and gotten some rest." He smiled gently but the look in his eye left no room for discussion. Not that any of them would say no to a nap right now.

Without saying anything else they all left the room together. Alice, James and Anna heading off in to the kitchen, Laura set off to her own room and Stiles followed Derek up the stairs to his room.

Neither the wolf nor the boy spoke as they silently stripped down to their underwear and climbed under the soft, warm sheets. Unlike before they gave up all pretences of sticking to their own sides of the bed as Derek wrapped himself tightly around the younger boys back whilst Stiles pushed back in to the heated chest of the dark haired boy. They both craved the skin on skin contact that they had been unable to have earlier.

Stiles had thought that after the excitement of the day so far he would struggle to get to sleep, however once his head hit the pillow and Derek's arm crept around his waist possessively he found himself unable to keep his eyes open for even a second. Choosing to give in rather than fight it Stiles relaxed in to Derek's warm embrace and with a final sigh he quickly drifted off. Derek listened to the younger boy's heartbeat for a moment longer before following him in to nothingness.

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