I was going to go out, but it's snowing so you guys have the weather to thank for this chapter!

I meant to leave a big shout out to hbrackett in my last chapter. It was your encouragement that reminded me about this one! I hope it's up to your standards!

Stiles had to admit he was impressed with Danny and Lydia's party planning skills. There were so many people packed into the house that all the doors and windows had to be opened to let some air in despite the cold night. Thankfully Derek and Jackson had managed to avoid a disaster with the barbeque and the pack ate before the majority of party guests arrived.

Stiles was having the time of his life. Three girls had hit on him and it wasn't even midnight. Derek hadn't been around for the first one, and Stiles had flirted a little longer than he should have before letting her down.

The second girl was a beast; she was all over him like a rash grinding her hips into his and whispering dirty words in his ear. Derek had come along then and wrapped his arms around the girl from behind, telling her that Stiles was his property and to go play with Jackson. He lifted her and set her in Jacksons lap. Stiles laughed when Jackson just glared and tried to get away from her humping his leg.

The third girl kept eye fucking him across the room. At first he thought she was ogling Derek but Derek pointed out that every time Stiles moved so did her eyes. When Derek was distracted talking to someone she pulled the side of her blouse open to reveal a creamy boob and Stiles almost chocked on his beer before turning and hightailing it to a bathroom to lock himself in for safety.

Eventually deciding it was safe Stiles slipped out of the bathroom and back to the party. It wasn't that he was adverse to girl flesh, he loved girl flesh and when Derek wasn't around he loved nothing more than surfing the net for some bad porn of the non-gay variety, but no one ever came onto him apart from Derek (or Lydia when she wanted him to seduce Derek into doing something. If he wasn't so possessive of his fiancée he would tell her to do it herself) so it freaked him out a lot. Plus there was the fact that Derek was a possessive maniac with homicidal tendencies. Sometimes. When he was in one of his moods.

'Where were you hot stuff?' Derek asked with a big smile when Stiles got back. Stiles frowned at him.

'Are you drunk?' He asked sniffing Derek.

'Nah, but the shots are making me happy.' Derek admitted. Stiles filed that information away for another time and slipped an arm around his waist as they watched two girls fighting over a half empty red cup. They parted as the girls came at them to try to avoid getting covered in drink.

'Oh my god I don't believe it's Derek Hale!' A voice cried out. Stiles turned to see a hot leggy blond grinning at Derek from the doorway. 'How are you?' She asked coming into the room and wrapping her arms around him. Derek hugged her back. Stiles gaped. Lydia joined him.

'Is he drunk?' She asked staring at her Alpha in amazement.

'I think he's getting there.' Stiles said frowning. He didn't like where the hot blond was putting her hands on his boyfriend. Fiancée. Whatever. His property. Maybe Stiles needed to get himself a specially made stamp.

'Wow you look amazing.' Derek said pulling back and looking her up and down a few times. Stiles felt someone else stop beside him and looked around to see Jackson staring.

'She's hot. Is he…'

'Yes.' Stiles cut him off. The three of them stood watching. The girl noticed them watching and glared.

'Stupid freshmen. Shoo!' She said to them waving her fingers at him and turning back to Derek.

'Is she a senior?' Jackson asked loudly stuffing his hand in his pockets and rocking on his heels as he looked her up and down.

'Yes.' Lydia said. Lydia knew everyone at the party. It was kind of awesome how much she knew.

'Deaf freshmen too.' She said looking at Derek. 'What are you doing here at a college party?'

'I own this house.' Derek grinned waving his arms around his head and sloshing his beer around the bottle.

'You bought this house? Why didn't you call me? You must have known I'd be attending here. I could have moved in.' she said with fake hurt, slapping her bosom in astonishment.

'I never thought of that.' Derek said.

'So these freshmen…' She said raising a flirty eyebrow.

'They live here.' Derek said grinning back at them. Stiles narrowed his eyes. 'They're my pack. Pack meet Shauna, Shauna, pack!'

'Oh cool.' She said. 'I wondered what would happen after everything. This guy was so broken after his sister got killed he went a little ape on us all.' She said to the group.

'No shit.' Stiles said back. Shauna glared and he glared back.

'You're not a wolf.' She said sniffing Stiles. 'But you smell like one.' She turned to Derek. 'Is there many humans in your pack.'

'Three.' He said looking back. Stiles could have sworn Derek's chest puffed out a little more when he did.

'This guy was a junior when I was a freshman. Do you know how hard it was to get into his bed? He must have fucked three quarters of my class before he finally gave in.' She said.

Stiles growled, he'd had enough. This bitch was all over Derek and he didn't like her. He stepped forward and nudged Derek's shoulder. 'I didn't find it that hard; he practically threw me in bed. Still does most of the time.' Stiles smirked before turning to Derek. 'You fuck half the class big guy eh?' He asked as Derek swung an arm around him.

'Sure did.' Derek said smirking. 'Jealous?' Derek asked.

'Nah that was then this is now. You're all mine.' Stiles said reaching up to bite Derek's stubbly chin. He definitely had to get his hands on that stamp. He heard Jackson scoff behind him but he knew Jackson wouldn't go anywhere. The three pack members felt challenged by this nameless stranger who knew their Alpha so well and they weren't about to back away.

'Are you two together?' She asked. Derek nodded.

'He's my boy.' He said pulling Stiles against him tighter. Stiles took a few seconds to bask in the attention.

'What a waste.' Shauna said.

'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Lydia snapped from behind.

'Derek eats pussy like no one else I've ever met.' She sighed.

'Yeah but his rimming is top notch.' Stiles said. He heard a chocked groan behind him and knew Scott had joined their little mini party. Someone handed Derek a shot glass and slapped his shoulder and he knocked it into his mouth before turning and kissing Stiles. Stiles could feel the burn of the alcohol as Derek shared it with him in the kiss. Stiles moved so he was closer to his fiancée and Derek wrapped long arms around him sliding his big hands down to his bum. When the shot was long gone Derek chased the taste with his tongue, fucking Stiles mouth. Stiles moaned, wrapping a possessive arm around Derek's neck.

'Oh here we go.' Stiles heard Danny's voice behind them. 'We organise the party of the century Lydia and they're going to go off and fuck now aren't they.'

'I know they're so rude. And they won't even let me watch.' Lydia pouted.

'If you find out what he's drinking I'll convince him to let you watch.' Stiles said pulling away from Derek's lips for air. Derek laughed against Stiles.

Derek's pupils were blown wide and he kept licking his bottom lip. 'I need to talk to Stiles just a second. You guys be nice to Shauna.' Derek said heading towards the stairs and tugging Stiles behind him. A few cheers erupted at the sight of someone being dragged upstairs and Stiles blushed but kept his fingers locked with Derek's.

X-X-X

Stiles woke to kisses being peppered all over his face. He groaned and tried to get Derek to stay still because his head was currently playing host to a marching band and he couldn't move or he might lose the contents of his belly.

'Wakey wakey sleepy head.' Derek said kissing down his neck then back up to his mouth. Stiles felt sloppy and his kisses were the same as he moved his lips. 'I have to go Stiles.'

'What? No don't go.' Stiles said suddenly waking up. There was too much light in the room.

'I have to. You not gonna kiss me goodbye?' Derek asked. Stiles sat up and scooted up the bed a bit.

'Will you be ok with my dad?' Stiles asked. He really wanted to go but Derek said no, classes were important.

'I'll be fine.' Derek said. 'Stop worrying. He's got half a dozen movies hunted out to watch and he's stocked the fridge.'

'Make sure he eats right.' Stiles warned Derek. 'I don't want something happening to him.'

'He eats perfectly fine.' Derek shook his head. He loved how protective Stiles was of everyone.

'Say's the guy who eats anything that moves.' Stiles said. 'Can't you stay one more day?'

'No because the demolition team will be there on Tuesday so I need tomorrow at the house to do a final sweep. Need to make sure it's clear as well. No teenagers hanging about doing their homework in it.' Derek teased remembering Stiles hanging around his house almost every day.

'Hey we would never have got together if it wasn't for me hiding out there.' Stiles reminded him with a finger poking his chest.

'Yeah yeah.' Derek said. 'Kiss me goodbye.'

'No. If I don't kiss you goodbye you won't go.' Stiles said smug with his new plan.

'Then I'll take what I need from you and leave anyway.' Derek said with a smile. He started to shift off the bed.

'Heartless bastard.' Stiles said reaching forward and tugging Derek towards him. He spread his legs and tried to grind into Derek.

'Nice try.' Derek said pulling away with a final peck to Stiles's lips. 'But I really need to leave now or I'll be arriving at your house at midnight and your dad made sure he had an early shift today so he could keep me company all evening.'

'My dad is such a cockblock.' Stiles moaned thumping his head into the pillow.

'You think everybody's a cockblock.' Derek said pushing himself off their bed and standing up. His bag was sitting by the door, ready to go. Stiles followed him tugging on a pair of track bottoms and one of Derek's hoodies.

They went downstairs. This early on a Sunday morning, especially after a party, the house was dead silent. Stiles was surprised that there wasn't more of a mess. He noticed a few people still snoozing on the couches as he passed. In Derek's absence he would enjoy kicking them out.

Derek kissed him one last time at the door then Stiles stood watching the car as it drove out of the street, giving a little wave as Derek turned the corner. With a heavy sigh Stiles closed the door, grabbed a bin bag and started to tidy the house. He didn't want to go back to bed, not without Derek. Sunday mornings were always lazy sex mornings.

'Is Derek away?' Danny asked coming down the stairs, a strange guy following him.

'Yeah.' Stiles said hardly looking at his pack mate.

'Let the moping commence.' Danny teased. Stiles ignored him and carried on tidying the house. Danny kissed the guy at the door before turning to help Stiles. 'He has the early shift.' Danny said. 'He's a nurse.'

'He your boyfriend?' Stiles asked. He considered teasing his friend but he was too mopey.

'I don't know what he is.' Danny shrugged. Stiles nodded his understanding. 'Derek will be back in a few days.' Danny said flinging an arm around Stiles.

'I know it's just he's always been there, like a few miles away. He's never been this far away from me before.' Stiles said with a pout.

'Tell you what; we'll have a group hug.' Danny said.

'There are only two of us.' Stiles pointed out.

'Then we'll hug until someone else comes along.' Danny said stepping into his space and pulling Stiles against his chest. He even dropped a sloppy kiss on Stiles's head.

'Moron.' Stiles said shoving Danny out of his way, laughing when Danny tripped over a chair.