Stiles slowly awakened to the soft voice of a stewardess announcing their descent toward Los Angeles International Airport. He hastily closed his mouth and whipped his chin, hoping that Derek hadn't noticed him drooling in his sleep. When he looked over to the werewolf, he was relieved to see that he was engrossed with the tiny looking world outside the window, staring in awe down at the big city. He could honestly not remember the last time he had slept so well and he wondered if it was the strain of the journey or Derek's proximity that had let him drift into such a deep slumber. Lazily, Stiles stretched out his arms and legs before he slumped back into the seat. His mood collapsed as he saw Peter Hale walking from the direction of the toilet through the aisle between the seat, while a stewardess with rumpled hair and a wrinkled uniform sneaked out of the bathroom stall.
„God morning, sleeping beauty", he greeted him with a flirtatious wink as he passed him. „Don't worry, I'm not gonna disturb you two lovebirds, I'm of duty and without microphone right now." He gave a small wave and strode further down the aisle to take a seat at the front.
Deciding, that he should enjoy the calm moment before the turmoil started again,Stiles leaned against Derek's side and watched the soft smile on his face until the airplane landed.
A long, black limousine drove them to their five star hotel. While Stiles looked impressed at the interior of the luxury vehicle, Derek's eyes was once again fixed on the window as he drank in the sights and people of this foreign city. An idea jumped into Stiles head and with a press of the right button, the sunroof above them opened. He nudged Derek into his side and pointed up to the open window. The man looked up at the sky with childishly big eyes. Laughing under his breath at Derek's reaction, Stiles stood up and steered his upper body through the window, hoping that the werewolf would follow his actions and reward him with an even better response. His efforts were regarded, when Derek's head popped up through the window, his eyes adorably blinking against the strong airflow.
Stiles pulled him up by his arms and coaxed him into standing up straight, yet he still kept cautiously holding on to the car's roof. His head whisked around as he tried to look at everything at once. Slowly starting to feel safe, he took one hand away from the roof and started to point out things to the human, buildings, palm trees, people walking their dogs. Stiles happily drank in the sight of Derek's enthusiams.
„Do this!", he told Derek and then threw up his arms and leaned his head backwards, enjoying the warm sun on his face and the cool wind on his skin. Derek laughed at him, but shook his head, his both hands again clinging to the car's roof.
„Come on. Trust me, it's fun." He leaned closer to Derek and took his hand's into his own, slowly rising them.
„You see, not so bad, huh?"
The werewolf gave him an unsure chuckle but then leaned back into Stiles body and raised his arms a little higher. He moved his fingers in waves through the air and gave another high, clear laugh and God, Stiles could have watched him forever, the small wrinkles that appeared around his eyes when he laughed, his soft skin radiating in the californian sun, the way his hair tossled in the wind. Stiles had to accept the fact that he was smitten.
The limousine turned into the street of their hotel and Stiles himself was impressed by the tall glass building reflecting the sunlight. They finally climbed back inside, both still a little breathless for different reasons. When the car came to a halt, several porters came rushing towards them, to open the car door for them and to carry their luggage. A hostess was waiting for them at the large entrace.
„Mr. And Mr. Stilinski, welcome to the Ritz-Carlton."
She lead them through the lobby towards the elevators and Stiles had to pull Derek after him by his tee shirt, because he continued to come to a halt, stunned by the beauty and luxury.
On the twentysecond floor, they finally stepped out of the lift and walked towards one of the view doors in the hall. The hostess opened the door for them, before she handed them their room cards. This time it was Stiles who stopped in his tracks and stood motionless in the marble voyer as Derek and the hostess walked further into the suite.
The place was huge, the furnishing modern and fair. Bright light shined through the thin, white curtains infront of the large windows along the eastern wall. On the large and comfy looking sofas rested big cushions and everything smelled of the fresh flowers, which seemed to be standing in a vase on nearly every surface in the suite. Stiles didn't dare to take another step out of fear to make anything dirty. He looked around in the voyer and went through the prospects on a commode close to him. One of them held informations about the banshees concert tonight and Stiles read it thoroughly.
„The executive suite has a dining area, a lounge area and a wet bar. The large master suite has a separate dressing area and a 42" high-definition flat panel television with Blu-ray and DVD player. In here is the separate private bedroom area. Every room has wireless and wired Internet access", Stiles could hear the hostess explain as she showed Derek through the 1200 ft² large suite. „The bathroom contains a built-in mirror television, a sleek walk-in shower with a rain shower head and a separate tub."
The two came back into view, the fair-haired hostess obviously amused by Derek's awestruck look.
„But the best feature is the spectacular view over Southern California."
With a flourish motion, she opened the light curtains and Derek nearly ran against the glass in his sudden glee at the sight. The view really was breathtaking. They could see far past the city limits and if Stiles squinted his eyes, he could even see the mountains at the horizon.
„If you should need anything, the reception is open 24 hours a day. You can visit the luxury spa from 10am to 8pm from monday to fri-"
„Sorry", Stiles interrupted her monologue and waved the banshee's pamphlet. „Miss Lydia Martin also stays in this hotel, right?"
„Well, I am not permitted to tell you about our other guests."
„Right, sorry. It's just- I'm a big fan!"
„I can tell you that the banshee is not here at the very moment", the hostess told him with a wink. „But don't worry, you have a seat reserved in the front row. Next to Peter Hale! He's so talented, don't you think? I just love him, he's so sexy." The hostess was so absorbed in her swooning, that she didn't notice as Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles, who mimicked to throw up, but quickly stopped when she turned back towards him. „But- well, anyway, he has your tickets for the show and will be here in twenty minutes."
Once more, Stiles wondered how he was supposed to keep his mission a secret, when he was always followed by that goddamn radio host. He gave her a polite smile and then scanned the pamphlet in his hand once again, reading that guests were supposed to come in formal attire.
„Do you know were I can get something to wear?"
The hostess lead him into the dressing area and opened a door to a walk in clothed full of sharp tailored tuxedos.
„Enjoy your evening Mr. Stilinski", she bid him goodbye with a sideglance towards Derek.
„Thank you."
When she left, he heard the distant sound of his cell phone ringing. He ran back into the voyer, where the porters had dropped his luggage, and pried out his phone.
„Hello?", he said breathing heavily into the mouthpiece.
„So, when are you coming over?", the sly voice of his father inquiered.
„Dad", Stiles sighed. „I'm not actually on vaccation-"
„Oh, stopp it. I barely see you anymore, you only come over for christmas. Remember how we used to spend so much time together? Let's revive some old traditions. It'll be fun! You can even bring your boyfriend."
„Dad, I'm not in a relationship right now."
„Yeah right, and who is that tall and broody guy with the eyebrows you brought to Los Angeles with you?"
„How-? Oh, fucking Hale!"
Speaking of tall and broody, Derek was suddenly rushing past him towards the door.
„Hey hey hey", Stiles stopped him with one hand on his shoulder. „Where are you going?"
„Don't know."
„Stiles? Stiles, who are you talking to?", he could hear his father asking through the phone, before he added smugly „So, you are on a vaccation with a boy!"
„No, dad, I'm not", he quickly blurted into the phone, before he looked back at Derek again.
„What do you mean you don't know?"
The werewolf shrugged, his eyebrows fraught with tension. „Instincts."
„Instincts?"
„Pentachoron connection to the fourth dimension", Derek tried to explain, one finger pointing at his own chest. „I feel fourth dimension. Instincts."
He shook of Stiles' hand and left through the door.
„No, hey, wait a second!", the human yelled after him, but he just gave a short wave and disappeared down the hall. Stiles was dissapointed, he had hoped that the two of them could spend a little more time together before the concerts started. He prayed that Derek would at least be back before Hale came over with the tickets.
„Did you fight because of me?", his father spoke up concerned.
Stiles closed the door defeated and held the phone back up to his ear, before he walked over to one of the large sofas and let himself drop face first onto it. At least he could talk to his father until it was time to change into the tux.
„No, dad", he moaned, his voice muffled by a cushion. „This is fucking complicated."