Chapter 5
Stiles was stood in front of the bathroom mirror styling his hair, sweeping it left, then right, then left and up, fiddling with his wavy hair. "Ugh I can't get it right... I'm going to look like trash! Brilliant!"
He stood staring into the mirror having found a hairstyle that he was mildly satisfied with,deciding if he tried to find a better one he'd be there all night. He was dressed in a plain shirt, jeans and a hoodie and just hoping he looked okay for tonight.
He wasn't really prepared, he didn't know what Derek had planned for the night. For all he knew he could be going to a super-posh restaurant. Stiles sat and waited. Derek had said he'd be there around eight o'clock and Stiles was sat there at his desk, hand rested under his chin at half six already ready. This kept happening.
'Okay maybe I do have time to fiddle with my hair some more...' Stiles thought but he didn't, he just did what he normally did when sat at his desk: opened his laptop, turned it on and began to research whatever came to mind. In particular with obvious cause this night he was looking at anything regarding dating werewolves. Obviously nothing of much help came up as he expected, but it was nice to try and find some tips even if there were none.
He closed his laptop as the doorbell went. Stiles ran to the hallway before slowing just before the door to not look desperate then opened the door a smile plastered across his face.
"Hey, Derek."
"Hi, Stiles. Are you ready to go?"
"Er yeah." Stiles replied stepping out and shutting the door behind him.
As it turned out Derek hadn't booked some fancy restaurant, he had elected instead for a picnic on a hill. Stiles was shocked by the romantic thought behind this he genuinely didn't think this was Derek's kind of thing: being sweet and lovey but he was evidently wrong.
They had taken the Camera there and Stiles regretted only bringing a hoodie slightly as it was a bit cold but it wasnt anything he couldnt handle. They sat side by side on the cold grass having finished the little hamper of food Derek had brought with them.
Stiles kept his hands out of his pockets, placing one nearer to Derek hoping, praying Derek might hold it just for a while.
After half an hour he gave in and shoved his hands in his pockets, it was cold and though Stiles didn't like having his hands in his pockets because it felt like he was putting himself away, like he didn't want Derek to hold him (which completely was not the case), but he needed to warm his hands.
"This is easily one of the best nights I've had..." Stiles said absent-mindedly. He would've started regretting it for it's cheesiness if he didn't see the smile that crept onto Derek's face. Derek's entire face lit up when he smiled. Stiles looked into his dark eyes they were utterly mesmerising, the reflection of the stars made it look as though he could see the universe in his eyes.
Stiles placed his hand back onto the grass hoping that Derek would hold it, and he was just about to take it back when Derek placed his warm hand on his. He looked into Stiles' eyes. Derek leaned in and Stiles quickly took his chance and stole a kiss.
It wasn't perfect. It was a little sloppy and misplaced but to Stiles it was like the world had given him the ultimate present, even if it only lasted for a few seconds it was amazing. Stiles didn't believe anything was perfect but kissing Derek came pretty damn close.
"Was that your first kiss?" Derek asked.
"Hmm I think as that goes it was one of the better of the worlds kisses... so it hardly matters when it's that good..." Stiles replied.
"Well I'm not quite sure it was the most amazing kiss in existence, but we could try again if you like?"
"Oh my god." Stiles said leaning in again.
