The first thing Stiles did was drop the bag of contaminated clothes into the kitchen garbage can, and then rewash his hands, just in case. Then he pulled out the pack of sausage links he'd kept hidden on the ledge behind the ice maker. He popped those in a skillet with some water and dropped a lid on them, before pulling out the pancake mix and the electric griddle. He had the lid off the sausages and was rolling them around the skillet, and a fairly respectable stack of pancakes done when his dad walked in, grabbed a cup of coffee and settled against an out of the way counter to watch.
"Thanks." He said, quietly. "For the, uh, door thing."
"No problem, Dad." He started putting the links on a plate, and moved on to eggs. "Thanks for being cool about everything." He said softly, avoiding his dad's eye, a light blush on his cheeks.
"So aside from the mugger and the movie on the couch, what DID you guys do for your date?" He asked, changing the subject.
"We went to Gina's for dinner. He ordered the spaghetti and meatballs." He looked up then and his dad had the same sad smile on his face that he knew was on his own. "I, uh, really think she'd like him." He added before turning back to the eggs.
His dad stood up then and headed towards the dinning room table. As he passed by, Stiles heard him softly say, "She really would."
He's got a platter filled with fried eggs and a small pile of scrambled eggbeaters by the time Derek steps into the kitchen self-consciously. He hands the platter to Derek just as he's opening his mouth in order to offer his help. He just smiles and carries it to the table. Stiles follows with the sausage and the pancakes. His dad had set the table while he cooked the eggs so he grabbed the jug of orange juice and the coffee instead. He topped off his dad's cup and held the coffee pot up questioningly at Derek who shook his head no.
"Is orange juice okay? If not we have milk." Stiles asked.
"Juice is good, thanks." Derek said, sliding into a seat at the table when Stiles pointed towards it.
Stiles poured two glasses and then handed one to Derek, who was sitting very still, glancing warily at his Dad, who had been reading the paper. Almost as if he was waiting for him to notice Derek. Stiles wanted to laugh, but refrained, returning to the kitchen to grab the light butter and lite syrup. When he walked back to the table he had to fight the urge to start snickering. His dad still had the paper up, but was clearly keeping it up because Derek had this look of shear terror. As if the paper was the only barrier between him and death at the hands of a raging parent.
Stiles started fixing plates, his dad's first. For pure good behavior, he added an extra two links to his plate above the agreed upon four, and three pancakes. The small pile of scrambled eggs went on the side and then he passed the plate to his dad.
He got a look when his dad sees his plate, which he rightly translated into, 'I see what you did there, but I'm not going to call you on it because iextra/i sausage.' His dad very carefully folds up the paper, and starts adding butter and syrup to his plate, nose crinkled at the 'lite' syrup, but otherwise pleased with the bounty.
He split the remaining food evenly between two plates, and then passed one to Derek, who was still silently watching the Sheriff with the wariness of a cornered animal.
Taking pity, Stiles spoke up. "You're off today, right, Dad?" He nodded. "Great, I need to take Derek home so he can change and everything, but I was thinking we could order a couple pizzas, maybe watch a couple more Marvel movies this evening. Uh, I mean if you wanted to that is, Derek." He said turning to Derek who had the most adorable 'Deer in the headlight' look. which shifted into this wide eyed 'why did you throw me under the bus?' look.
He nodded jerkily, "Uh... yeah that sounds good."
Stiles smiled at him, pleased, before continuing. "We were going to see The Avengers last night before all the drama, but it turns out Derek hasn't seen any of the others, except you know Iron Man last night, and I know you haven't gotten around to Thor or Cap yet."
"Sounds like fun." His dad said with a smile. "So, Derek, now that things have settled down a bit, how's it being back in Beacon Hills?" He asked, addressing Derek directly for the first time.
Derek swallowed his bite of pancake and egg and cleared his throat. "It's, uh, it's strange. Like most of the time everything looks either completely the same, or totally different, but every once in awhile, I'll find myself looking at some building or a turn in the road, and suddenly I see both, you know, what it was and the changes. It's just a weird sensation."
"Speaking of weird, that reminds me, Dad. I ran into Chris Argent at the gas station yesterday. I think he's looking to talk you guys into a new contract, he mentioned he might be stopping by the office sometime. Personally I doubt the county will put out the money, but 'More Guns' looks good come re-election time, and the Mayor is running next year, so who knows, right."
"Between the new Deputies, we've had to hire, and the damage to the station, I don't know. Then again with all the weird crimes lately, 'More Guns' would appeal to the voters."
Stiles noticed his dad was avoiding the pile of eggs on his plate, but had demolished his sausage. Carefully not looking at his dad, he slid his last two links onto his plate.
His dad rolled the extra sausages up in the last pancake, and munched on it between draining his cup of coffee. "I have some errands to run today, so I'm gonna go ahead and get going. It was nice seeing you again, Derek."
"You too, sir." He said, with a small smile, before wiping his hand on a napkin and shaking the hand the Sheriff was suddenly holding out.
"Stay safe, you two, and if you see any more muggers, icall me./i" He gave Stiles a serious look before leaning over and kissing him on the forehead. "Thanks for breakfast, Kiddo."
"No problem, Dad." He said with a smile, before he started clearing the table and washing up. After a couple minutes Derek came up behind him, bringing his now empty plate.
"What was all that about Chris Argent?" He asked, leaning on the counter.
"The main thing was, he really did mention the guns and coming to see Dad. This way it doesn't look sketchy that I failed to mention it. It also makes Dad aware that I personally know Chris, as opposed to the 'my best friend's ex-girlfriend's dad' sort of way. Now if Dad hears me mention him it's not quite as questionable, plus if I really need to tell Dad something and need a reasonable source, I can play it off as coming from Chris, which he'll buy a lot easier now." As he talked he finished up the dishes, and when he was done, he dried his hands and then turned to face Derek.
He stepped closer and leaned in for a kiss, again moving slowly, giving Derek time to move, which he did. He leaned into the kiss and slid one hand up to rest over Stiles' heart. Stiles slide his hand up and around the back of Derek's neck, cupping his head, thumb rubbing a line back and forth behind his ear. Stiles opened his mouth a little and licked Derek's lips, before nibbling at his bottom lip. When he gasped, Stiles slipped his tongue into the slightly warmer and definitely sweet mouth. Derek's tongue glided over his, and they started pushing back and forth, Derek's tongue exploring his mouth and then Stiles' tongue licking and sucking on Derek's.
They stayed leaning against the counter for almost fifteen minutes, breathing into one another and just kissing. When they finally broke apart, Derek was practically panting. After a moment or two, he caught Stiles' eye and then spoke. "I still want to take this slow while we can, but I do want to move forward. You iare/i who I want to be with, Stiles, for life."
Stiles led him back upstairs, where he shoved all the blankets off the bed, then pulled Derek down with him, so that Derek was laying half on him, half on the bed, and looking more than a little startled at the abrupt shift from upright to laying down. Giggling Stiles lifted his head and darted in to kiss Derek on the nose, which sent his eyes crossed for just a second. Causing Stiles to laugh harder. Derek got an offended look for a moment before it dissolved into a smile.
After he calmed down enough, Stiles asked, "Hopefully we still have time to take this slow, but I need a few more details. I mean there were certain things implied, about what specifically triggers a mating. I am all for taking our actual relationship slow and building it right, but I need to know what specific act or um acts we need to do in order for you to be safe. If your 'fertile stage' starts, I'm not going to risk one of those bastards forcing you and ruining your life. And if by some chance you were mated to someone else, what happens to you, if something were to happen to them?" By the time he got to the word 'them' Stiles was growling, the idea of someone else mating with Derek had the Alpha part of his brain ready to fight, but he concentrated on the weight of Derek's body on his and calmed down.
"It's um, kind of weird, and different for each couple. Generally when the Alpha has proven themselves to the Omega, usually by fighting off other suitors, they begin producing certain pheromones which trigger a drive to mate, to have sex, which then triggers certain pheromone and mental responses in the Omega that trigger other responses in the Alpha. There aren't a lot of werewolf scientists doing studies, so its hard to know what specific things trigger, just what we've seen. Like I said last night, him knocking you out started triggering him, which was starting to trigger me, but you blasted through all that. If he showed up right now, there is no way he'd have even a remote chance of triggering the Omega response."
"You on the other hand hit the mother load of 'right' notes Alpha wise, but you were, as a pack member, upset and riding a scared, adrenalin high, which you knew was gonna crash. Which is why the Alpha part of me began freaking out. I knew we both wanted to go slow and be sure, and suddenly part of me was shifting around trying to submit, and I think you were sending out Alpha signals on one hand and upset Pack on the other. Your instinct was to get you and your potential mate into 'safe' territory and then reassure yourself about my safety. If we didn't have the pack bond, which we both acknowledged and probably strengthened a LOT last night during dinner, your Alpha and my Omega instincts would probably have had us rutting against the wall next to him."
"As to the effects of a lost mate, again it's different for each couple, depending on how strong the bond is, and possibly the will of the pair. For example if there was a very strong connection and no other reason to not give into it, a mate could go insane or even just die from the loss, but that same mate with a child to keep safe, may be able to defer or even out right overcome the instinct to follow one's mate, into death. There are a lot of different stories and romanticized versions of the mate bond and how it effects the couple, so honestly it's hard to say for sure."
"Okay, here's an important question. When we get the 'drive' to have sex, is creating a mate going to require us to actually attempt a mating? I mean can we perform a different sexual act or use protection? Because I do want kids either naturally, when and if you want, or by adoption, but let's be realistic. I'm seventeen years old, and between us we're basically raising three other seventeen year olds, five if we can get Erica and Boyd back, with your wacky undead uncle." Stiles smacked himself in the forehead. "Our lives should be a sitcom, I swear."
"I think as long as you feel like you've truly iclaimed/i me and I feel iclaimed/i back, we're set. Generally there has to be a sense of you dominating the act, whatever it might be, and me submitting to your dominance. That is just the Alpha and Omega bits to it. There's a bit more when it comes to scenting and marking, for the wolf side of things. Those tend to be more instinctive, and usually don't um, take as much thought." Derek said, with a light blush rising on his face.
Stiles thought about it for a moment and then started smiling. "That's what you were doing when I woke up today, wasn't it?"
"Shut up." Derek said, face going redder. He was trying to avoid looking at Stiles, which is why he was completely surprised when Stiles stretched up and licked across his throat. Derek pulled back for a minute and looked down at Stiles. Stiles was a half a second from apologizing, sure he'd done something completely wrong, when Derek darted forward and began kissing him again, with even more passion than before. Lips and tongues and teeth and a low gravely groan, under it all.
Stiles gave as good as he got, and after a few moments he began working his way across Derek's face, to his ear, nibbling and sucking on it before sliding further down to his neck. He began working right below Derek's ear, far too high to hide. He licked and sucked and bit that one spot over and over, until a rough bruise was formed. Stiles moved back to kissing Derek again, thumb riding over the spot he'd just marked, pressing on it.
Every time he touched the mark, Derek would make some illicit noise. Pressing it drew a low moan, scratching across it with his nails lightly had him growling in a way that seemed to shoot straight down Stiles spine and out his groin, and had Stiles pulling Derek fully on top of him.
Derek shifted his legs apart knees on either side of Stiles' legs, which left the bulges in both their sweat pants pressing together. Stiles groaned low in his throat and then grabbed a hold of Derek's hips and shifted them just a little to one side and then down, pulling another growly moan from Derek, who dived back into kissing Stiles, while Stiles used his hands to show him the rhythm to move his hips, slowly building pleasure between them as the material on their sweatpants alternately glided and scraped against each other.
Stiles didn't know how long it went on for, but everything inside of him was winding tighter and tighter and he knew what was going to happen soon. He pulled his mouth from where he'd been sharing languid kisses with Derek to the mark on his neck, again. Just as he felt like he wasn't going to last another second, he pulled Derek down and held him tightly, on hand on his ass the other on the back of his neck, and bit that spot, hard. He came with the tang of blood on his tongue, and pulled Derek right after him.
He slid his hand from Derek's hip to slide through the mixed pool of cum soaking into his t-shirt, trailing his fingers through it before sliding his hand up further, and laying it across the mark on the side of Derek's neck.
Derek pulled back and looked at him with wide, stunned eyes, before diving in and kissing him again, fiercely.