Stiles let himself inside Derek's appartement, even since it became sort of their Headquaters, there was a silent agreement that the Pack could come and go as they want. Stiles shook his head : if he was being honest, they were doing that way before the Hale/Mc Call reconciliation.

There was no sign of Derek in the living room but the man surely had heard him coming a mile away.

Stiles made his way in the kitchen to put away his groceries. Seconds after, Derek came in wearing just sweatpans.

- What's wrong with shirts? mumbled Stiles between his teeth.

As he was noticing Derek's angry look he continued loader without facing Derek :

- What is the Sourwolf being broody about today?

- Scott was here. Said Derek as it was explaining it all

- Did he quick your puppy or someting? Asked Stiles still focused on the groceries.

- He said I shoudn't hurt you. Said Derek between his teeth.

- Well he's right!

Stiles went to the sink washing the dishes without thinking they weren't actually his to wash. Derek was close, still furious but Stiles was missing his glare his eyes on a coffee mug.

- Stiles! yelled Derek. Why is the Alpha thinking we are sleeping together?

- Well, answered Stiles, still not looking at Derek. I tried to tell them it wasn't true but...

- Them? asked Derek boiling

- Well Scott doesn't want to talk about it, like he is trying to respect our privacy or something, Lydia had somehow Kira convinced it's the idea of the year. And Liam... Well Liam doesn't care which I don't know what to make of ; I mean, I guess he doesn't have to have an opinion but we are all pack right? Shouldn't he at least show an interest?

- Stiles! Yelled again Derek this time slaming his fist near the sink.

Stiles put the coffe mug down, dried is hands and slowly turned to face Derek. The man was visibly unfurriated and even if he wasn't a werewolf, Stiles could say his heart was racing with anger.

In a impulse Stiles grabed both of Derek's cheeks with his hands and kissed him. It wasn't just a peck but it wasn't passionate either and Derek was too stunned to react. Stiles pulled away with a "smack" sound and went back to the dishes like nothing happened as he heard Derek growl.

- Oh common Der, he said smirking to a fork, it has been hanging in the air for weeks, one of us had to man up and do something about it.

Next thing he knew, Stiles was once again pushed against a wall : maybe he should have thought about it before questionning a former alpha but still werewolf in his manhood... or maybe before kissing Derek Hale at all. But it was Stiles : he could form the best plans under the threat of the death of his friends but couldn't take a milimeter step back when it came to social interactions.

So he was closing his eyes, feeling every stone on the wall behind him, waiting for a punch, a claw slashing or wathever Derek had in store for him.

His body automaticly relaxed before he understood what was happening : Derek was kissing him! Ferocely, body crushed against his, and he was returning the kiss, not even thinking about it, like it was the most natural thing to do. It was like he was in autopilote and the time had stopped. Would he have at least noticed he was massaging a werewolf's bare back if Derek hadn't suddently pulled back?

Stiles had no time to think of that question because Derek's eyes were glowing blue.