Hello everybody, this is a short Sterek story I hope will enjoy it.

Please keep in mind English is not my mothertongue and forgive me for any mistakes!

- Stiles! Scott's voice made the young man jump a little and he suddently remembered that he was sitting down on the floor of Derek's loft.

- Those pack meetings were your idea, the least you could do is listen. Said the true Alpha.

- Yeah...sorry man, I'm not getting much sleep lately. Replied Stiles.

- You and Derek both. Said Scott.

The room went silent and everybody was looking at Stiles, making sure not to meet Derek's glare since he would probably consider Scott's remark as a violation of privacy. Stiles broke the silence as he usually did :

- Well, with all the crap we went throught PLUS the imminent release of the Star Wars teaser, I'm surprise any of you can even think of falling asleep!

- We have a technic... Said Kira before she realised that wasn't information she was ready to share. Her eyes grew wide while Scott's ears went pink.

- You guys should try it then! Said Liam

Derek growled at the kid, his eyes flashing blue, obviously trying his best not to hit him in the face.

- Not with each other! He mumbled once he understood what Kira meant by "technic".

- Why not? asked Lydia

- What? Said Derek, Scott and Stiles symutaniously as they all turned their heads towards the young banshee.

- I can't see why not.

- We can't stand each other and we have like nothing in common! claimed Stiles avoiding the gay thing as well as Derek's glare who was actually more astonish than mad.

- Both your girlfriends went to chase this "desert wolf", you saved each other's lives countless times which has to be hot and you are both pack. Perfect bodycall. Stated Lydia ; and no one was about to call her on one of her "Martin truth" as Stiles usually liked to call them.

That was the end of the meeting, Beacon Hills being suprisingly low on supernatural activities the last few weeks. As everybody was leaving Derek's appartement he pulled his shirt off and throught it on the coach as he passed by it, wanting to get in more comfortable clothes.

- Would you please put it back on?! Said Stiles who was sitting on the coach.

- What are you still doing here? Asked Derek annoyed

- Well, replied Stiles without turning to face him. My dad isn't home which means getting to bed and go through my thought and I surely don't wanna find out were my brain is gonna drift off after that conversation.

Derek's head dropped to his chest. He had to ask... Now he couldn't go to his room and just ignore the kid. He grabed his shirt, put it on, sat next to Stiles and turn on the tv.

A few moments later, Stile's head fell on his shoulder and Derek's head laid on Stiles' : they were both having the best sleep they had in weeks...

So what do you think? Want to know where it goes?

Please let me know

F.I.J.