Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
Author's note: this is a short chapter. Sorry. I'll have the next one up really soon though. And to khaji-da lover, I'm glad your back but I would be careful taking ideas from Peter though. Thanks for saying it's wonderful. I always love reviews and you my lovely, are awesome!
P.S. Did you know the actors who play Styles and Derek are only four years apart in age? Mind=BLOWN
Styles sat up slowly and looked around. Derek was next to him sleeping and Styles grinned down at the calm pout on his face. It was nice to see the man without his usual scowl. Styles looked at the digital clock next to the bed 6:34. He stretched, sleeping in was nice. Derek's eyes fluttered open and landed on Styles.
"I'll make breakfast." Styles said. Derek frowned, still half asleep and pulled Styles back down.
"Shhhhh." Derek said into Styles's neck. "I'm sleeping." He muttered. He had Styles in his tight grip and was not planning on loosening it for another few hours. Styles laughed Derek's hot breath on his neck tickled.
"Tell me what it's like." Styles whispered.
"What?" Derek asked sounding more that a bit annoyed at being woken from his slumber.
"Being a werewolf. What's it like?" Styles pressed.
"It's like..." Derek thought for a moment. How does one go about explaining what it's like to be a werewolf? "It's like you have another being inside you with wants and needs. It's like having an annoying child inside you that wants all the same things you do but the only way they know how to get what they want is to take it...forcefully." Derek said trying to be as non creepy as possible but coming across with a sharp edge to his words.
"Does it hurt?" Styles asked timidly.
"What?" Derek asked both surprised at the question and not knowing what it was referring to. "Turning or just in general?" Derek clarified his confusion.
"Both I guess." Styles said with a grin. Derek gave a little huff of frustration ticking Styles's neck.
"When I want something and I don't get it then it's painful because the wolf is kind of like a spoiled child. If it doesn't get what it wants it throws a temper tantrum. Changing doesn't hurt though." Derek said. Stiles nodded in understanding but the movement made Derek's teenage pillow uncomfortable. He nuzzled back down causing Styles to erupt into a fit of giggles.
"Did you get bit?" Styles asked.
"No I was born this way." Derek said sarcastically. He just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Don't be sarcastic with me sourwolf." Styles chirped happily. "I'm just trying to understand you."
"I was bitten." Derek said sighing.
"Well I'm starving. Get up. I'll make breakfast." Styles said grinning. If he wanted to get up Derek would have to get up too because he was on the outside of the bed. Styles was against the wall and then his wall of a boyfriend.
"It's Saturday." Derek moaned. He rolled over to look at the clock. 7:12. "It's too early to be up on a weekend." Derek growled as he fell back against the pillows.
"Come on sleepy head." Styles sang happily. "It's time to get uuuup." He tried to crawl over Derek but the sourwolf simply put his arms around the teen and pulled him back. He just wanted a few more hours of sleep. Styles was so easy to sleep with, even despite his freezing exterior. Styles sat up once again and looked down at Derek's now aggravated face. Derek sat up and glared at the boy. "Don't kill me." Styles said in a small teasing voice. Derek growled and put his face against Styles's before completely tackling the smaller boy. "Do you luuuuve me?" Styles whispered with a grin. Derek snarled and was soon asleep. On top of Styles. Completely pinning him to the bed. Now who was going to make breakfast?