When she arrived, she literally sauntered up to Stiles. Her hips swayed in a way that was blatantly as hot as fuck even if Stiles didn't swing that way anymore. She smiled and it lit up her entire face. Maggie was beautiful, there was never any doubting that. Her Irish heritage had landed her with dark red hair that tumbled down over her shoulders in ringlet curls, emerald eyes and ridiculously creamy skin. She was flawless, until she opened her mouth or she drank whiskey, but hey, having flaws made you human.
She flung herself at him as soon as she got close enough, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs going around his waist. He could feel her eight inch heels digging into his ass through his jeans, but he was glad she hadn't trodden on his foot as of yet. Normally that was always the first thing that happened when she wore shoes like that. Stiles was just lucky it seemed.
"I missed you asshat," her voice was practically a low whine in his ear, even though he knew for a fact that she was dent that description later if he brought it up.
"Well that's just rude," he muttered back, licking a wet stripe up her neck. Maggie squirmed against him and it was pretty clear that she wasn't going to let him go anytime soon. He was saved from having to try and detach himself though when they were both rugby tackled to the ground.
Stiles snarled low in his throat with annoyance, but that quickly dissipated when Jason nuzzled up against his side, a pitiful expression on his face. Sax appeared on his other side and lapped at his cheek for a second like he always did, smirking. After that everyone just seemed to join in, leaping on and touching him in some way, creating one large puppy pile. Even Lucy wriggled her way in there, but it was the way Rory knelt by his head, resting it on his legs when he knelt down, that was the bit that meant the most.
Stiles didn't bare his throat, he refused to ever do that, even for his Alpha, but Rory had never minded. He just nuzzled at Stiles' cheek and bumped their noses awkwardly together like they were wolves and then straightened up. Stiles knew that his Alpha was following actual etiquette and going over to greet Derek, but he didn't particularly want to focus on however that conversation was going down and even if he had wanted to, he was more distracted by the fact his chest was now damp.
"Jason, I swear to God, if you're intentionally drooling on me, I'll kill you," he growled out, knowing he was at least a little bit right when Jason yelped and tried to roll himself out from the middle of the puppy pile, essentially bringing the entire thing crashing down.
Everyone took their own time standing and Stiles didn't know whether or not to be surprised about the fact that the only person left curled against his side was Isaac. He hadn't even known the guy had joined in and he was starting to think that maybe Isaac had developed some sort of separation issue. Stiles couldn't exactly blame him given the way he'd left.
"Who the hell is he?"
Of course it was Jason who had to ask that question and Stiles was glad for his best friend in that moment, because she didn't even hesitate to pin Jason to the floor after landing an easy kick to the back of his knees. "That's Isaac, fuckwit," she snarled out, "So be polite or I'll turn you into a fur-skin rug, comprendé?"
Jason bared his throat to her even as he grumbled.
"I mean it, Jase, seriously," she growled out through her teeth, "Fucking behave or I swear to God wolfsbane is going into your underwear drawer."
"You already used that threat this week," Stiles helpfully reminded her, because he was a good friend like that. He kind of regretted it when she landed on his chest, a knee either side of him, one jammed up in between his body and Isaac's.
"Shut up Stiliniski, I'm already mad at you," she told him, her eyes narrowing little and she put her palms flat on the ground either side of his head and leant in closer. It could have looked romantic, but more than anything it was just threatening. "You know she was a lying bitch, so why the fuck haven't you gotten your act together yet?"
And of course, of course that would have gotten back to her already.
"Because things really aren't that simple darling," he replied, smiling a little cockily before flipping them, slamming her into the ground and trapping her against the floor. She actually resorted to pouting at him when she realised she couldn't move. "Besides, what makes you think I haven't?"
She just gave him a stern look at that one, because they both knew he hadn't.
"Let her up Stiles and do the introductions," Rory said, his voice compelling Stiles to stand, but that didn't mean he had to leap to attention straight away. He knew from experience with Derek's Pack the last time he'd been in Beacon Hills that most of the time wolves had a habit of feeling to need to fulfil their Alpha's requests immediately and to the exact point. Stiles, not so much.
Nevertheless, he did eventually get to his feet, pulling Maggie up with him and pressing up against Isaac's side before the other wolf could close the distance himself. The rewarding grin he got was worth the strange looks Derek's Pack were giving him, Scott and Jackson in particular.
It really didn't bother him that they hadn't known about him and Isaac being friends. If any of them had stopped to think about it they would have been able to work it out. Such as all the Pack nights or outings that Stiles wasn't invited to, Isaac always skipped them to keep him company. If they'd stopped to think about it, they would have realised that happened every single time Stiles wasn't invited – which to be honest had been the majority of the time – but even though he was Pack, like Stiles, Isaac had always been somewhat overlooked. Hence, the two man wolf Pack had been born.
He introduced Isaac first just to follow the trend that he'd started and didn't miss the way that Lee seemed to be moving a little bit closer, like he was trying to stake a claim or something. It made Stiles smirk, but he focussed on the task at hand, first naming all of Derek's Pack that he knew and then giving bizarre nicknames to the ones he didn't just to make people chuckle under their breath and then he moved on to introducing his own Pack. His own family.
He had to stop half way through though when Derek snarled at the mention of Sax's name.
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"And this is Sax."
Derek couldn't help the way that his lips drew back over his teeth and he growled ever so slightly. It was gut reaction. That wolf had had something of his. Eyes flickered in his direction, but most slid away pretty quickly. All except for one pair. It was the girl, the redhead, Maggie, she stared him down with a viciousness that could have rivalled Lydia. Even Stiles had looked away pretty quickly, with a look that Derek couldn't quite decipher on his face.
He'd stopped introducing people though, so he was obviously more flustered by the growl that he was showing.
"What?" he snapped finally when he was fed up of her just staring at him.
"Don't growl at him?" she said, her voice firm and he could practically taste her anger as it pulsated around her. He decided it must be something to do with redheaded females, their anger just had the ability to be off the charts.
He frowned, "Excuse me?"
"I said, don't growl at him," she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest, "Or have you been celibate these last nine years?"
She was catching him out so obviously, not seeming to have any problem giving a reason to exactly why he was growling. The way she was staring at him as well was practically daring him not to answer her and Derek may have been an Alpha, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew when to pick his battles.
"No," he admitted eventually.
The female snorted, "Precisely, so shut the fuck up."
And then with that, she just turned back to her Pack and ignored him completely. Derek scowled. He hadn't quite decided if he liked Stiles Pack yet or not. They were ballsy, even the youngest one, but there was a sense of comradship and protectiveness that made him almost envy them. He could remember a time when he'd had that, back when he'd been a child, with his own family. It was different now with a Pack full of the Turned.
It had been weird seeing Rory again, because the guy hadn't changed in the slightest, but there had been a hint of a threat, or maybe it was distaste in the way he'd looked at Derek this time. And Derek couldn't help but think that maybe it had something to do with Stiles. His entire Pack kept casting glances at him and to say it made him uncomfortable was putting it lightly.
"So this is great and everything, but can we like eat before the food's stone cold?" the guy Jason who Maggie had threatened over Isaac asked, nudging the woman next to him. He couldn't remember her name, but he thought maybe it was Tina.
Names weren't Derek's strong point, but then he supposed he didn't necessarily have to learn all of their names. As long as he remembered Rory and Lucy's he'd be alright. He hadn't actually met Lucy before, but he could practically taste the power rolling off of her. She was one to keep an eye on, because she had that sort of look that said, 'I'll smile to your face and then stab you while you sleep.'
Surprisingly, it was Stiles who slapped Jason around the back of the head, but the food was brought out anyway. They'd brought a lot, no doubt enough to compensate if Derek's Pack wanted any food, but as far as he was concerned it was a little early to be eating that kind of crap.
As usual the Alpha and his Alpha female, so Rory and Lucy, picked first and then sat cross-legged facing each other, their knees touching and their food jammed between the spaces in their folded legs. Then the pup moved forwards and grabbed the Happy Meal, flashing Stiles an evil sort of grin and if he was being honest, Derek was expecting either Maggie or the guy Lee to be the next one to select food. The head Beta always selected after the Alphas and after the cubs if there were any and Derek would have been lying if he said that he wasn't interested to see which one of the Pack was this infamous Beta.
He thought it could possibly be any of the, except maybe the idiot Jason.
Which was why his mouth fell open when Stiles jumped up with a gleeful look on his face to snag a bag of food, throwing himself back down onto the floor and proceeding to offer Isaac a fry. That was something that just didn't make sense in Derek's mind. Stiles killing or Stiles being violent wasn't something his mind could compute. Although it would explain the blood around his mouth when he'd brought Isaac back. If he was being honest, the image Derek had in his head of a badass Stiles was really kind of hot.
He was sure from some of the looks that people gave him that he wasn't exactly being subtle about his arousal either. But they could just suck it up, this was his territory anyway.