A/N

Characters: Derek/Stiles (Slash!)

Length: Short. (One shot)

Prompt: Big Spoon

Takes place: After Lydia 1 and Lydia 2 (even though that hasn't been posted yet!) A month after Lydia 1, a week after Lydia 2, and about two weeks BEFORE Lydia 3. Thus, it is before the list.

Warnings: Slash. Unbetaed/unedited. Fluff. Random.

Disclaimer: Teen wolf isn't mine.

Alright, for those of you reading my story: humanity;lycanthropy;immortality I will be updating/finishing them soon...ish. However, I uploaded a chapter of Humanity earlier and the reviwers had me so pumped that I wrote this quickly just because I love you guys. Enjoy, I know, I still have some that I promised to do but scheduled ones are harder to write than off the cuff one-shots. Enjoy, Lydia coming soon...probably...

P.S: You may notice chapter titles now had 'D:' in them, these are for those fics that are from Derek's list. This is so if...when (hehe) I do Stiles' list I will put 'S:' so you (I) will know.

Stiles pouted and Derek sighed. It seemed that lately, that was all that went on. After their Lydia issues were finally cleared up, Derek knew there were still some things that needed to get out into the open. He just couldn't bring himself to talk about any of them. It wasn't like he didn't actively WANT to talk about it, it was just that he had always lived by a very simple mentality. Do only what needed to get done. He bought food only when it was absolutely necessary, he said things only when they needed to be said and in essence Derek Hale did not make waves.

His boyfriend Stiles soon-to-be Hale (if Derek had anything to say about it) however, was definitely the kind to make waves. They were lying on the couch together watching a movie and Derek could just FEEL the tension in the air. He wasn't going to rise to the taunt of Stiles' pouting though. He would not, could not give in to that damn cute, quivering bottom lip. Damnit.

"What's wrong?" He tried to be as nonchalant as possible.

"Nothing." The reply came too quickly and Derek narrowed his eyes wondering how the boy had ever done the supernatural spy gig if that was how he lied. Then again, something about being around Derek always made it hard for him to lie. Derek smirked at the thought of exactly what that must be.

"Oh really? You've been quite since we sat down, and I for one am freaked out. Should we call the hospital? Or the news? Maybe the churches…god is coming back!" he responded surprising himself with how damn talkative this boy's presence made him. If Stiles wasn't talking the vibe was just so uncomfortable that Derek felt the need to fill the silence.

Stiles tilted his head so he could see him; Derek's hands were wrapped around him and he his head lay on the bicep of one such arm. His expression showed that he was more shocked than Derek himself.

"Maybe I should check the news first, because CLEARLY pigs are outside flying about." Stiles stuck out his tongue at him and Derek wondered if he had somehow inadvertently challenged the boy to a battle of strange metaphors.

"Don't change the topic Stiles, what's the matter? Is this still about Ly-" Suddenly he felt the boy tense and pull away to sit up.

"Here's the thing Derek, why do you always have to be the big spoon? Huh" That's his problem? "Yeah, I would love to be the big spoon too, I'm not a girl." The pout was back now and Derek felt himself fighting the urge to laugh. He knew that would only get him in more trouble.

"Really? That's really what's bothering you?" Derek questioned, already knowing the answer to that question.

"Well, it's part of it. Let's just forget the rest for now…" Stiles bit his lip and looked like he was going to cry. He wasn't the only one feeling the way their relationship had started drifting apart. Derek would put a stop to that even if it killed him. Starting with whatever small thing he could do.

"Okay," he said, casually getting up into a sitting position and then standing up. Looking like his eyes were going to pop out his skull Stiles only moved when Derek smacked the back of his head gently…ish.

"Yeah? Yeah. It's not like I'm a girl or anything so why shouldn't I get to hold you. I mean…er." He was blushing like they hadn't been in a relationship for so long already. Rolling his eyes Derek sat down after the boy and reversed the position they had been in earlier.

Now Stiles' arm was around him and he was lying gently on the boys arm. Sighing quietly he was shocked at how AMAZING this felt. He would never admit it but this felt so…right. When he held Stiles it was like he held something fragile in his hands, his need to protect and nurture and claim rose to the top and his wolf purred in delight. But this, being held had the human side of him going crazy. His stomach was making pleasurable flips, especially as Stiles pulled him close. For the first time in a long while he felt completely…safe. Derek Hale was not used to such security and he wanted nothing better than to close his eyes and fall asleep, tightly wrapped in his boyfriend's arms. Well, the movie WAS almost finished so…being the little spoon wasn't so bad. Only if Stiles was his big spoon, but Derek swore he would NEVER admit that to anyone, especially not Stiles.

He was drifting off to sleep not five minutes later, they had things and problems just like every couple. But just once he wanted to give his boyfriend a normal, hassle free date that ended in a routine way (falling asleep on the couch) instead of a big fight between them or against some monster or another…Things were just far too comfortable here to warrant getting up for any reason.

"Um...Derek?"

Derek made a small noise in response, just enough so that he knew he was listening.

"You're…um," Derek could practically fell the blush, "You're…too big. I can't see the screen…"

"Good, go and sleep then." He smirked. He closed his eyes, swiftly ignoring all sensory input but the sound of Stiles' peeved breathing and the feel of his hands pulling him closer as he resigned himself to not seeing the end of the movie. Yep…having Stiles as his big spoon was turning out to be more and more enjoyable than he thought.