Okaay so this is the final chapter. I really liked this story and a massive thank you to everyone who read and favorite! I may write a very very short lil epilogue if y'all want one. Un-beta'd as always. And now the last installment in my little drabbles.
As soon as the last word left his mouth, Stiles back against the wall with Derek's hot body pressed up against him. "What did you just say?" He grounded out between clenched teeth. Stiles looked into his eyes and everything rushed out at once. "I said mate because you know that's what we are, and I don't mind, honest. We can make it work. And the pups don't care either. That's why they were calling me mom apparently? Did you know someone can smell like home? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't. And I kinda like being called mom, ya know? Makes me feel like I'm pack and now I'm gonna shut up because you've let me ramble for far too long."
Derek's gripped tightened on his shoulders "You know? And you came here? Why would you do that?!" Stiles shot him a look that clearly said 'Really? You're that stupid?' "Obviously I'm here because I want you too." Stiles replied. Derek released him and took step back. He scrubbed his hands up and down his face trying not to freak out. The wolf in him was bounding up and down. His mate excepted him! He should be ecstatic! "Stiles you need to go. Now. Leave." Stiles looked at him at him with narrowed eyes. "No." he said. "No. You are not pushing me away. I'm not one of the pups. And I'm not stupid; I know how you feel about me. Pushing people into walls to grind up on them isn't exactly what I'd call subtle. I know you want me as much as I was you." Stiles looked angry. "I know all about mates Derek. I've done the research. You'll be stronger once we mate or whatever. The pups with finally be a family. I can see it in your eyes that you want me. Believe it or not, I want to be with you. I'm more than ready to play mom. For fucks sake I have been for weeks now while you hid like a kicked puppy; which I don't get by the way. You don't have to be afraid."
"I am not afraid." Derek grounded out. Stiles took a step forward with a determined look in his eyes. "Oh yeah? Then prove it." Derek growled and rushed toward Stiles crashing their mouths together. Stiles reached up and grabbed the back of Derek's head pulling them even closer together and their tongues battled. Suddenly Derek pulled back leaving Stiles panting. "Not too bad sour wolf. But come back. I wasn't done kissing you yet mister." Derek scrunched up his nose but still kept his hands on Stiles' ass. "So is this okay?" Stiles asked. "Because I mean I totally want this whole thing to continue because damn you are a good kisser. Like really good I mean wo—"Stiles was cut off as Derek reconnected their lips and then proceeded to move them onto the couch. The couch that hadn't been there two weeks ago. Stiles pulled himself away to look around. "You're renovating?" He asked as he looked around at the house that was no longer a burnt mess of ash. Derek cleared his throat and looked away. "Uh, yeah, I mean I was always planning too. And with everyone finally getting along I was thinking we could make this ours. Like our pack house." Stiles' caught his breath as he looked back to Derek. "Ours?" he asked. Derek nodded slowly and went to open his mouth but Stiles beat him to it. "Ours." And with that he settled into Derek's chest and let his mates' heartbeat lull him to sleep.