Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
A/N: So as you should probably know by now, the only characters from the show in this fic are Jackson, Stiles and Derek. I'm debating whether others should make an entrance. Werewolves turn on full moons or when they choose to. They turn into wolves bigger than an average wolf, about the size of a small car. Derek is the substitute history teacher and is also the new leader of the drug dealers from the library.
Derek loved the noises Stiles made when he slept. They called to his lupine side, the grunts and whimpers. He gently deposited the boy's limp body in bed, only to have the slender arm latch onto him. Derek felt his wolf snarl inside him, wanting to mark his territory. A bite or maybe just a hickey... But then Stiles's eyes were fluttering open, landing lovingly on Derek. And there was that smile. That perfect smile that made adorable little dimples show up, hollowing his cheeks and Derek felt himself smiling back. It was something he'd never give in to in public, something he decided to reserve for his mate. Only for Stiles. "Was I okay Sour Wolf?" Stiles asked. Derek put his head down in the crook of Stiles' neck, inhaled deeply and confirmed with a simple grunt. He slowly began lapping at Stiles' neck, licking long stripes into the soft intoxicating skin. "Not yet." Stiles mumbled pushing him away halfheartedly. Derek gave out a low growl but sat back, watching as Stiles' eyes fluttered shut. "So I was thinking about making cookies...what kind do you think?" Stiles mumbled.
"When were you-" Derek stopped himself. He shook his head and sighed. "Chocolate chip." He said. Stiles grinned and nodded.
"Ah yes, the classic chocolate chip. Known to be at its best when it's chewy and warm. As the adorable chef I am, I shall make them perfectly to your expectations." Stiles said in his chef voice that sounded like a cross between his idea of a French chef and a news announcer.
"We might have to go to the store." Derek said as he got up and went to the closet to find clothes that weren't horribly ripped or bloodstained. He found a black tee-shirt and then grabbed a pair of jeans while Stiles went to the bathroom to wash himself off. Soon enough they were speeding off to the store.
"Why do you drive so fast?" Stiles asked nervously.
"Why not?" Derek asked as they slowed to a stop at the store.
"I think I should start working out." Stiles said as he hopped out of the car.
"Shut up Stiles." Derek sighed as they went into the store.
"Make me Sour Wolf." Stiles purred as he grabbed a basket and began bustling around the store, picking up ingredients as he went along. Derek followed him like a dark looming shadow. When the basket got too heavy for him, Derek carried it and soon enough they were returning to the car and speeding home. Derek pressed his foot down, car speeding along like a bullet. He loved the way it ate up the road beneath him. Derek repressed a smirk as Stiles shifted nervously in his seat.
"Slow down." Stiles hissed as they whipped by a street sign that Stiles didn't even have a chance at reading. He shifted in his seat and Derek pressed his foot down farther.