DISCLAIMER: I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I AM UP TO NO GOOD...Ugh, wait, wrong fandom *Coughs* I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT TEEN WOLF IS NOT, NOR WILL IT EVER BE, MY PROPERTY. *Cries into Derek Hale's Leather jacket*
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry this took so long. Even though I have it written out on paper it just wasn't coming out right on digital paper and so I was tweaking things and then work got in the way and I am ashamed. *hangs head* Anyways, here's Ch. 6, I hope you enjoy.
Also, just wanna say...OMG that pool scene was perfect potential for my boys but the writers didn't take advantage of it. For shame writers! So far this season Derk's saved Stiles twice and Stiles has save Derek once. I keep track of things to prove that the two secretly want each other while hiding it with fake disgust for each other. With this said, again, enjoy Ch. 6...
Derek grabbed up the ice chest holding their water and some perishables and put it in the back of Stiles' jeep, next to the two tents, three sleeping bags, fishing rod, and the tackle box, he had already placed inside.
When he was finished, he shut the hatch and leaned against the side of the jeep, his brow furrowed and a scowl on his face. He could hear Stiles inside talking to someone on the phone, and he knew it was Lydia just based on the quick upbeat of Stiles heart every so often. Which just made his scowl deepen even more.
Loathe to admit it, Derek was uncomfortable.
Even though Stiles had said that he wasn't in love with the sultry redhead anymore, his body seemed to think otherwise. Especially now, since the girl had decided to get her manicured claws into Stiles as 'a friend nothing more', as Stiles had explained it the night before...
When Stiles had come home from school the other day and told Derek of the redhead's new attachment to him, Derek was not pleased. Mainly due to the...love, his mate had held for her for all those years.
When Stiles saw 'the look' on Derek's face, he had been quick to assure the werewolf that it was all innocent and that he had no attachment other than friendship towards the Lydia now. Derek trusted Stiles, implicitly, it was Lydia that he had trouble trusting. When he had told-yelled-as much to Stiles, Stiles had just rolled his eyes and smacked Derek upside the head. He had even recapped the redhead's defense of him to Scott and how she was probably only trying to be his friend to get all of the kinky details out of their relationship. Quoting that Lydia had told him she needed something juicy and hot to fantasize about when she was having sexy times with Jackson.
Derek had actually blushed a little, before playfully pushing his young mate on the bed and leading the teen to more relationship affirming activities.
A very wolfish smile formed on the older man's face as he thought back to all the fun they had had last night. Even if they had yet to consummate their mating, it had still been wonderful.
Derek, for one, could not wait until Stiles was ready and they became one.
Their mating would be written about in the stars and sung by God, herself.
So caught up in his thoughts, Derek didn't notice when the talkative teen made his way outside.
Stiles walked out of the house with his cell phone in his hand, unbelieving of what had just happened. Lydia had just invited herself to their manly dad-getting-to-know-the-boyfriend-without-killing-him-hopefully camp out under the stars.
He looked up and was about to break the news to Derek when he saw his Wolf leaning against his jeep, arms crossed, and the most beautiful smile on the man's face.
It was like someone had just handed the older man a platter of his favorite cut steaks or a platter with Stiles spread-out on it.
Stiles blushed a little at his own thought.
It still amazed him.
This whole connection between them.
He had to admit that from the first minute Derek had almost made him crap his pants he had been drawn to the man. The mystery surrounding the lone man had drawn Stiles in like a moth to a flame and the minute he had figured out what both, Derek and Scott were, well, there was no hope of his life ever being the same again. Which at the time he hadn't known was going to drastically change so much cause of Werewolf Lore.
Coming back to himself and before the moment was lost forever, Stiles quietly took his cell phone out and turned on the camera function. He snapped three pictures, capturing the look on the Werewolf's face before Derek glanced up and saw him.
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing." Stiles eeped, as he quickly locked his phone, before slipping it back into his pocket.
Derek quirked a brow and made his way over to the teen, wrapping his arms around Stiles waist, "Liar."
"So I may or may not have gotten actual proof that you can smile. Bite me."
Derek growled and lunged forward, playfully nipping at Stiles throat. "That can be arranged."
Stiles shivered and wrapped his arms around his wolf's neck, closing his eyes as the older man nuzzled, nipped, licked, and sucked at his throat.
"Man, I don't know if I'll ever get used to how affectionate you are." Stiles moaned out.
"After a few years of being alone it kind of stacks up on you. Good thing I've got you to use it on now." Derek smiled against Stiles skin as he left yet another hickey on his boy, at least this one everyone would be able to see.
Stiles laughed, "Is this 'Invasion Of The Body Snatchers'? Where do you come up with this stuff?"
Derek pulled away and gave him a half-smile, "It just comes out. I think it's because you make us happy."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. We haven't been happy for a long, long time and you Stiles, make us very, very happy."
"I'm glad," Stiles smiled and hugged Derek close, "I want you to remember that after I tell you this news I just got."
"What's that?" Derek asked into the teen's neck.
"Lydia's going camping with us."
Derek's hold on Stiles waist tightened and a low, slow growl escaped from the older man's lips. "Uh, Derek, grip. Hurts."
Derek's grip loosened a fraction and he pulled his head back, "What do you mean Lydia's coming with us!"
"She just called. Asked what I was up to this weekend and then invited herself."
"Why didn't you say no?"
"I tried, but to Lydia 'no' means 'yes' and if it's something she really wants then she gets it and apparently, she really wants to go camping with us."
Derek groaned and dropped his head to Stiles shoulder. "It's not enough that I have to put up with your dad making threats and cock-blocking me all weekend, but now I have to deal with Lydia too."
"No sexy-Stiles-time for Derek, poor guy."
Derek snorted and lifted his head of his boy's shoulder, "I know. I will be a poor, poor man this weekend when I won't be able to wake up with you in my arms or kiss you...all...night...long..." Each little pause was punctuated with a slight brush of lips on his boy's mouth. The last brush became longer and more passionate, but stayed in a slow caress. Stiles moaned and grabbed onto his bulky mate's leather jacket, his fists twisting the leather up and his nails leaving little indents that Derek would later scold him for.
The soft click of a gun being cocked reached Derek's ears and he cursed himself for not noticing the person approach before. He ripped himself away from Stiles lips and turned, placing himself in between his mate and the threat, even if said threat was his boy's father.
Confused at the sudden disappearance of Derek's lips, Stiles peeked over the older man's shoulder and groaned. He placed his forehead on the cool leather covering Derek's shoulder and whined pitifully, "Da-ad."
John kept the gun trained on Derek a beat longer than he needed to before lowering his weapon and shrugging, "Thought you were being attacked by some thug."
"Sure." Stiles scoffed and Derek rolled his eyes.
"You two get everything packed up?"
"Yeah, we did, but we have a slight problem."
"What?"
"No condoms." Derek dead panned.
John had his gun trained on the Alpha before you could blink and it was Stiles who stepped in front of Derek this time. "Dad! He was only joking!"
John death-glared at Hale, "Better be." He put his gun away and asked, "What's the real problem?"
"She's about five foot four, with strawberry-blonde hair, grey eyes, and a statuesque body to die for."
Derek growled and Stiles rolled his eyes at the man.
"That sounds like a pin-up girl I wanna meet. What's the problem?"
"You've already met her. It's Lydia Martin and she's coming with us."
John took this in for half a second before a little gleam twinkled in his eye and he tried to hide a smile, "That's alright with me as long as she brings her own stuff and doesn't complain."
"I don't know if I can promise the 'no complaints' part, but she is bringing her own stuff."
John nodded, "I'm gonna go wash up and change. We need to leave soon, so I'll be quick. If Ms. Martin doesn't show up in the next five minutes we're leaving without her."
"Alright."
As soon as the Sheriff was inside Stiles turned around and punched Derek in the arm, "Idiot. No condoms...psh."
"Sorry."
"Did you see the look on his face though? Priceless."
"Think there's a chance he'll try to kill me in my sleep?" Derek questioned playfully.
"Definitely. I would say there's no 'try' about it, but you being you and all, with your super-wolf hearing, you'd hear him loading the shotgun a mile away." Stiles said, as he swung his arm around the older man's shoulders.
Derek laughed and wrapped his arm around Stiles' waist, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to his boy's neck before pulling away and smiling down at his mate.
The sound of car tires on gravel alerted Derek that someone was driving up the path and towards the Stillinski home. Lydia's sweet-anger-filled voice floated to his ears and he cursed.
"Barbie's here." Derek growled.
No sooner had Derek spoke the words than a cute little red sports car, not built for off-roading came into view. Lydia parked behind John's SUV and stayed in her car, arguing with someone on the phone. The older man kept a glare on his face and moved over to lean against the jeep, arms crossed.
Stiles just rolled his eyes and waved at the redhead. She smiled waved back and then pointed to her phone and made faces. Stiles smiled at her antics. Her face turned angry and Stiles saw her lip curl up in disgust, before she responded to whoever was on the other line.
Stiles turned to Derek, "What's going on?"
"Jackson. It's not good."
"Ah."
They both watched her as she yelled into the phone, then disconnect the call with a huff, and grabbing up her stuff, before exiting the sports car.
"Hello boys." She slammed her car door and then looked past Stiles' shoulder and whistled, "Hello Sheriff. You clean up nice."
Stiles turned back to the house just in time to see his dad's cheeks tinge red and him grunt in reply, "Get your stuff and let's go. Daylights burning."
"Boys a little help."
Surprisingly, Lydia only brought the necessities. A single purple backpack with her clothes and female needs products, a rather comfy looking light green sleeping bag, and a moderately sized tent. To say all three men were surprised was an understatement.
Derek loaded her stuff into the Jeep while the others got settled in their seats. Stiles was waiting by the drivers door, his seat leaned forward and a half-smile on his face.
"Dad gets shotgun. Sorry."
The Alpha gave a growl of annoyance at having to sit next to Lydia in the back. "Lucky I love you."
"I know. Now get in there sweet cheeks." Stiles said, slapping Derek on the ass as the older man was trying to get in. Lydia giggled and John grumbled.
Derek settled his larger frame in the smaller space as comfortably as he could and Stiles fixed his seat before getting himself situated.
"Everyone ready?"
"Two days with with no calls, no texts,no parents,no gossip, and three extremely attractive men? I am more than ready." Lydia sighed and leaned back in her seat. "Drive on James."
"You got it Miss Daisy." Stiles smirked and started up his jeep.
The hour long ride was filled with Lydia and her no-stop chattering of anything and everything that had happened to her during the week, no matter how inane it was. When Stiles pulled into the campsite parking area he had barely even put the car in park before Derek had started pushing at his seat wanting to be let out. Growling in annoyance as Stiles took a little more time than necessary to shut off the jeep and unbuckle his seat belt.
"I know. There'll be no arguing while I can help it. Well, unless I'm the one doing the arguing. I do enjoy a good verbal row every now and then."
The two got out and went round to the back of the jeep, then started unloading all the gear. Lydia looked over and called, "Hey sweet cheeks you wanna come help us?"
Both Derek and John looked over and Derek's brow rose, "Excuse me?"
"I wasn't talking to you, but you can come help too, handsome."
Derek smirked and looked at the Sheriff to see another tinge of red on the older man's face, "Looks like you have you're own personal Lolita."
"Stuff it Hale." John said as he walked over to the two teens.
Derek had to bite his cheek to keep the smile off of his face as he followed after the older man. The group grabbed their things and took to one of the trails that led through the campgrounds. John took up the head position, with Stiles and Derek each holding a handle on the cooler and Lydia bringing up the rear. If any of the males had turned around during their near forty minute trek through the woods they would have seen a wicked smile on the redheads face as she ogled all three's backsides.
When they came upon an old Oak with a faded red arrow painted on it John headed off the trail.
"Uh, Dad, you're going the wrong way." Stiles said, as he paused and looked to Derek and Lydia.
"Nope. I know what I'm doing." John turned back to the others and smiled, "Trust your old man."
Stiles smiled and shrugged his shoulders, moving forward, making Derek follow or else lose his hold on the cooler. Lydia just readjusted her pack and followed after her boys.
It was about another thirty minutes of walking, but it was well worth it when the trio walked through a couple of Bir Trees and right into a slightly grassy clearing next to a quietly flowing river. The sun getting ready to set over the mountain, a hint of a purple-pink sky, and some sparrows swooping down and singing just completed the tranquility of the scene before them.
"This is..." Stiles started, "Beautiful." Lydia finished.
"See, your old man has a few secrets up his sleeve."
Lydia walked up to the Sheriff, "If I help you take your shirt off will they just spill out?" She smiled coyly as the older man blushed again and turned away grumbling.
Happy with herself, Lydia took her pack off and placed it at her feet. Stiles and Derek walked up to her and placed the cooler on her other side and took off their own packs. "Uh, yeah, what's with you and flirting with my Dad!" Stiles half-whispered.
Lydia glanced over her shoulder at John Stillinski and smiled, "Just getting my foot in the door." She turned back to Stiles and whispered, "Remember what I said at lunch the other day?"
"Yeah." Stiles said suspiciously.
"Well, on the way over here Jackson got upset about me breaking off plans with him to spend time with you. I reminded him of how he's done it to me pretty much the whole of our 'relationship' and that he could wait for me for once. He said some things and I broke it off with him. I am a free agent as of a few hours ago. While I plan on staying single until after I graduate College, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get a head start on something that could turn into a forever."
"With my Dad?"
Lydia nodded and blushed, "Yeah. He's a good guy, who more than likely, knows how to treat a woman and is super hot. Plus I've had like, the biggest crush on him since I was fourteen and he comes with his own handcuffs. So I wouldn't have to go buy some when we get to the kink-" "Don't finish that!" Stiles half yelled, earning a confused look from his dad, who had started to put his tent up.
"I think I like this turn of events." Derek chuckled and slung his arm over his boy's shoulder, "I guess I don't have to worry about Malibu Barbie stealing you away then."
"Derek. Shut up."
"Why is it always Malibu Barbie? Why can't I be like Nuclear Physicist Barbie?"
"Okay. Nuclear Physicist Barbie."
"Thank you."
The Wolf just smiled and gave his boy's shoulder a squeeze, "I'm gonna go get some firewood. Good Luck with all of this."
Stiles watched as Derek walked towards the woods and called to his retreating back, "Sure, leave and let me deal with this on my own why don't ya!"
"Where's Hale going?" John asked from where he was no kneeling on the ground, tying his tent to the stake.
"He's gonna go get firewood," Stiles said, then whispered, "and probably to go die of laughter over the fact that my former-flame-now-self-appointed-bff has the hots for my dad."
"Aw, sweetheart," Lydia smiled and patted his cheek, "...call me mom."
"Agh!" Stiles cried out and moved away from the laughing redhead, mumbling something about the unfairness of it all and milf's.
By the time Derek got back to the campsite, two of the tents were up, with both the Sheriff and Lydia sitting on a log and watching comically as Stiles flailed with his own tent.
He walked over to the duo and dropped the wood by the Sheriff's feet, "How long you gonna let him keep trying?"
"Not too much longer." John smirked as he lifted a water bottle to his mouth and took a drink.
"Why don't you go help him pitch his tent Derek."
The Sheriff sprayed water out of his mouth and started coughing. Lydia gave a quick smirk to Derek before she started patting John in the middle of his back, rubbing soothingly up and down, as she did.
"I shouldn't have any problem with that. You okay Sheriff?" Derek asked, smirking.
John glared at the younger man and cough-growled at the remark, as Derek walked over to give Stiles a hand with his tent. Turning to Lydia he scowled, "You're encouraging this?"
"Well, yeah." Lydia said, as she continued to rub the older man's back. "Why wouldn't I?"
"He's too old for Stiles."
Lydia frowned, "He's twenty-four. That's seven years, it's not too bad. Besides, Stiles is old enough to make his own decisions and has. You should know that by now. I think I've seen you yelling at him for his reckless behavior a few dozen times or so since the school year started. He's a teenage boy in lust, let him have his fun."
John grunted and glanced over at his son and Hale. The elder was laughing after just witnessing Stiles get smacked in the chest with a wayward pole from his tent. Stiles rubbed his chest before getting a wicked gleam in his eye and took the pole, whacking the older man on the ass with it. Derek stopped his laughter and rubbed at his backside before making a move to grab stiles, who tried to maneuver out of the way, but was unsuccessful. Resulting in Hale wrapping his arms tight around Stiles waist and hauling his son up in the air. Stiles' eyes practically bugged out of his head, but the smile on his face was big and carefree.
John sighed, his boy did look happy...and so did Derek for that matter. The last known Hale seemed to always have a permanent scowl and harsh demeanor after the tragic loss of his whole family. Hell, Judson Hale, Derek's father, had been one of John's closest friends for a long time and his wife, Chloe, had practically fed him and Stiles after his own wife had passed.
"They do look happy, huh."
"Yup."
John sighed, "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Lydia smiled, her hand had stopped rubbing his back and was now just resting comfortably on his left shoulder, wrapped around the older man. "Nope, but you do have to respect it."
John turned and glanced at the red head, "You know, when I heard you were coming with us today I was dead set on tryin' to fix you up with Stiles. Considering he loved you for a long time, I was hoping I could remind him of that to get him away from Hale, but this little conversation we just had shows me that maybe you've got a little more maturity on my boy and it would be mean of me to do that to you."
Lydia blushed, "He's more mature than you know Sheriff. He just hides it well. Besides, even if you had tried to go through with your little plan, it wouldn't have worked. I'm more like Stiles than you think."
John's eyes got big, "Wait...are you...you know?...a lesbian?"
The red head chuckled, amusement written all over her face, "No," she leaned in close and whispered in John's ear, "I'm into older men too."
The Sheriff jumped away at the whispered words and pink stained his cheeks as Lydia got up and walked over to her boys, "Honestly children. Do you need a woman to do everything for you?"
Both Derek and Stiles looked affronted as Lydia came their way and had the tent up within moments. She beamed proudly at their duel looks of annoyance, before Stiles decide to open his mouth and insert his foot with a smart remark that had him in a headlock from the pinup girl.
John sighed and looked to the heavens, "Save me from youth."
Derek smiled to himself as he got started on a small fire pit. He glanced to his left at Stiles and John, watching for a brief moment as they setup their fishing rods and the tackle box down by the river. Stiles was rubbing at the red mark Lydia had left around his neck and grumbling about the injustice of being a man of noble means and not hitting a woman.
He looked to the right and saw Lydia sitting on the ground, leaning up against the log she had sat on earlier with the Sheriff. She was sipping at her water and watching Stillinski Sr. with a slight longing. Derek could hear her heart rate accelerate as her eyes looked over the older man, her face however, gave away nothing.
Derek turned back to the pit, working on stacking the logs in a pyramid when some whispered words reached his ears, "I have a chance right?"
He was a little surprised as unsure words left the mouth of the normally outspoken woman. He didn't know why she was asking him, but he took a moment before answering honestly, "With Dudley Do-Right?...Yeah, you have as good a chance as anyone else, but you should really wait till your older like you were telling Stiles earlier. If you tried anything more than flirting this soon, you might end up hurting both John and Stiles."
Lydia turned grey eyes onto the Alpha, "Don't worry. I don't plan on doing anything until after I'm through with College, but...I might need a little favor until then."
"And I owe you one?"
"Considering I decided not to date your boy early on in high school when I realized how cute, smart, and funny he was and went for someone a little more pleasing to the eye than mind?...Yes, you do because then you'd be pining after my boy and Stiles is so fiercely loyal, you know he wouldn't have left me even if he felt any kind of pull towards you."
Derek couldn't say anything to nay-say her because he knew she was right. If Lydia and Stiles had been dating well before this whole Peter thing had popped up, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to mean more to Stiles than maybe a friend or silent protector. "So because you were like most high school girls and was as shallow as a puddle, I owe you a favor?"
"That's about the gist of it."
"What's the favor?"
Lydia smiled and turned back to watch the father-son duo, "Don't worry, it's something simple. Especially for a big, strong manly wolf like yourself." She cocked her head to the side and watched the Sheriff bend over to pick up a worm that had fallen out of his fingers and she smiled, "I want you to watch over whats mine. I already know from Allison that both Stiles and Steve plan on going to the community college two towns over, so he'll be back for weekends and holidays. I assume you'll be getting an apartment out there to be closer to Stiles, so you can be my ears when the sheriff checks in on his son and my eyes when you guys come back to Beacon Hills. I'm going to be all the way over at Harvard, so I'll only be able to come for breaks to work on weakening his defenses. Just make sure no bimbo decides she wants whats not hers."
"You're pretty possessive for someone that's technically not yours?"
"So are you." She countered, "I know you and Stiles haven't done the horizontal tango yet, but that doesn't stop you from going all 'Me, Derek, Stiles, Mine'," Lydia said in a mock Tarzan voice, "so why should I let it stop me."
Derek grunted, "You do know he's a grown man and can do whatever or whoever he wants. How am I supposed to stop him from dating?"
"I'm sure you and Stiles can come up with something. So can you do this for me?" Her grey eyes turned to his and silently pleaded with him.
"I guess I can look after your man for awhile. Try and persuade him away from anyone who's interested."
Lydia jumped up and squeezed Derek around the shoulders in a brief hug, "Thanks."
Then she moved back to the log to continue watching the father son duo unsuccessfully catch dinner for the group. Derek in the meantime had gotten the fire up and going strong. He sat next to Lydia on the log and watched with her for some time, as both men caught algae and sticks.
"At this rate we're never going to eat."
Derek laughed, "Do I need to go save dinner?"
Lydia turned to the alpha with a pleading look in her eyes, "Yes, please, I'd like to eat sometime this century."
Derek smiled and headed over to the river. He stood next to Stiles for a silent moment, "So...Lydia and I were wondering when dinner was going to be?"
"Shut up." Stiles grumbled, then smirked as his line got a pull, "Dude! I think I got one!" He said excitedly as he started to reel in his line. "Come on! Yeah, this must be a big one!"
Lydia came rushing over at Stiles excited yelp and watched, bemused, as Stile pulled out a rather large stick.
"Wow, that's a whopper, man." Said Derek.
"Biggest 'fish' I've ever seen." Smirked John.
"Stiles I'm impressed. Not only can you snag big wood on land but also by sea."
Derek's cheeks tinged pink at the innuendo, the Sheriff groaned and rolled his eyes, and Stiles just turned to Lydia and smirked, "Like you'd know."
Lydia stuck her tongue out at him, then eyed Derek. Her eyes perusing him from head to toe, "Oh, I'm pretty sure I'm right."
Derek coughed, "Right, well, if you two are done not catching anything how about letting a proffessional have a go."
"By all means Hale, if you think you can do better than get to it." John said as he reeled in his own line, then held out his rod out to the other man. Derek just looked at him before kneeling to the ground and unlacing his boots. He took his socks off, stood, then took off his leather jacket, which he handed to Stiles, along with his shirt. He then rolled up his jeans to the knee and made his way into the river. When he got to about halfway in he stopped and looked down at his feet, concentrating on the rippling water. After around ten minutes, the three on the bank got bored with just watching.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled. Derek gave his head a slight nod to let Stiles know that he was listening. "The fish aren't going to just swoon out of the water cause you're standing there with your shirt off."
Derek smirked and put a finger to his lips.
"Did you just shush me?"
Derek sent a small glare Stiles way before continuing to watch the water. He slowly bent over and carefully placed his arms in the water, trying not to disturb the calm of the river. Under the water he formed his hands into a loose circle and waited.
John went to ask Stiles what his boyfriends deal was when suddenly Derek's body tensed and he swung his arms up and out of the river. In his hands, being held in place by his slightly elongated fingernails, was one of the biggest Big-Mouthed Bass the Sheriff had ever seen.
Derek had the biggest, cockiest smile on his face, "Catch."
He tossed the Bass towards the bank and right at Lydia. The redhead's hands shot out automatically and she caught the fish, just barely.
Lydia was stunned. The fish's mouth was opening and closing and his inky black eyes watched her. When the woman realized what she was staring at, her eyes went wide and she screamed. "Eew!" She pushed the fish into the Sheriff's chest and grabbed up the back of Stiles' flannel over-shirt, wiping her slimy hands on the material. "Where's my Purell!" She screamed as she made her way to her pack.
Derek shot an amused look to the two men on the bank, "Want me to get another one?"
Stillinski Sr. just looked at the fish in his hands, amazed, "I think this one will do us."
Derek still had that smirk on his face as he came out of the river. As he walked onto the bank, his arms wrapped around Stiles waist and he pulled the teen's body tightly to his, "What was that about the fish not swooning?"
"So I was wrong oh mighty fish-whisperer."
Derek nipped at Stiles' neck before placing a quick kiss there and then turned to John, "Since I caught it, you can cook it."
John just grunted and headed over to the campfire, where he proceeded to descale and de-bone the Big-Mouth Bass.
Derek grabbed up his boots and socks in his right hand while he kept his left arm firmly wrapped around Stiles' waist.
"Did I just redeem myself for the condom remark, you think?"
"Not a chance." Stiles scoffed and wrapped his own arm around his wolf's waist.
A/N: Okay, so this is where I ended it. Sorry if it's a weird spot, but after consulting with my sis, she said it was a good spot to end on a happy note cause mucho drama is coming up next. So I ended it with a happy note.
As always, reviews welcomed, but not mandatory. :-)