Alex and Mr Stilinski spend the night away from Beacon Hills. Stiles is a little tongue-tied, but Derek eventually gets his answer. Allison and Melissa have a bonding moment. Stiles gives Derek a little treat before they go to sleep. Mr Stilinski can easily see the family resemblance when Alex meets his sister for the first time. Stiles and Derek share a little sexy-time in the morning.
After leaving the prison, they drove into town. They didn't talk much on the way; Alex couldn't come up with anything to say, and Mr Stilinski didn't try to engage him in any conversation. Alex had given him a brief recap of what happened, but didn't want to discuss it right now, and the man seemed to understand.
They parked outside the police station, and without asking, Stiles' dad ran over to a street vendor to get some coffee for them before they went inside. Alex kept himself in the background as Stiles' dad was greeted by a heavy set officer. Mr Stilinski obviously had a lot of friends and acquaintances all over the place.
Even if the meeting with his mother had been short, the whole thing had taken its time. Since it wasn't a regular visit – Mr Stilinski had managed to arrange it through his friendship with the warden – a lot of papers had to be filled out at the spot. When that was done, they had to wait for more than an hour before he finally could get in.
To get to Alessa, they had to drive another few miles, and without knowing how long the prison visit would take, that meeting was planned for the next day. Mr Stilinski had suggested that they should spend the night in town; driving back home didn't make sense. It would have been three or four hours in the car; a quick nap in his own bed before he would have to get up by the crack of dawn to go sit in the car for another almost five hours on the road.
Derek had given him some money in case they were going to spend the night at a motel, but Mr Stilinski had organized private accommodations. His friend at the precinct was almost done with his shift, and after a short wait they followed him to his house.
The officer and his wife seemed like nice people. They were informed about the reason for Alex being there; it was obviously not the first time they had taken in someone who was in town to visit inmates.
Mr Stilinski and officer Peterson were soon engaged in a conversation about old times, while Mrs Peterson took care of Alex. It could have been awkward, but this woman was so sweet, and she managed to make him feel like he was an old friend of the family.
After all four of them had shared a light meal – which Alex had helped making – she'd showed him to his sleeping quarters. Their daughter had left for college, and Alex was going to spend the night in her room. It was kind of late, and even if Alex had enjoyed hanging with Mrs Peterson, he decided to turn in.
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A thin layer of mist covered the moon somewhat, making it a little fuzzy around the edges, and the access water in Stiles' eyes made it even more blurry. He'd been staring out the window for several minutes, unable to form a coherent sentence. Not putting socks on was a bad idea. Stiles' bare feet were clammy inside the sneakers, and he felt an urge to kick them off.
He'd wanted pomp and circumstance; he'd wanted a proposal in a romantic setting with champagne and confetti. Standing there in the practically empty loft in pajama pants and with sweaty feet, wasn't quite how he'd imagined it to be. Truth be told, he hadn't really expected anything, but one could always dream.
That dream was now shattered into little pieces, but as he stood there rubbing the ring – that was on the wrong finger – he realized that it wouldn't have felt right. Derek wasn't that kind of person. He wasn't a sappy romantic, and arranging a proposal to fit Stiles' imagination, wouldn't have suited him.
Thinking about it, he found out that this was the perfect setting. He knew that it wasn't just a spur of the moment thing for Derek. He'd planned the location and the time. Even Stiles' slightly inappropriate clothing was probably part of the deal. This was them. This was where they had fallen in love and – except for the sweaty feet – this was Stiles' preferred clothing style when they cuddled up together on the couch in those moments when they just enjoyed being together without having to say anything.
A nudge on his shoulder brought him back. "So? What do you say?" He was so far into his own thoughts that he'd totally forgotten that there were a question hidden in Derek's clumsy performance. That he didn't actually ask didn't matter, this still required an answer. It was no secret that they both knew what that answer would be, but Derek obviously wanted Stiles to say it.
"Yes! Yes of course silly man. I would marry you tomorrow if it was possible." Stiles dived into Derek's open arms and sniffled a little against his shirt. "I take that back. Not tomorrow. I need at least a day to plan it." They both knew that it was just a joke. Stiles was not prepared to elope, and Derek had to be aware of that.
"How about next summer? I'm sure Alex will be eager to help you plan it." Derek stroke his back as he whispered the words into his ear. Stiles nodded against his chest. "Yeah. I think that is a better plan."
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Allison woke up early. She'd learned that the morning sickness could be managed by eating something before she got out of bed, so she'd placed a box of Saltines on the nightstand. The glass of water Scott had provided before he came to bed last night, came in handy as she chewed the dry crackers.
It did work somewhat. When she snuck out of bed to use the toilet, she felt better than the previous mornings. The cure wasn't completely foolproof, but at least she didn't puke.
She looked down at her belly. The pregnancy was starting to show, although most people wouldn't be able to see it. The little bulge was easily covered up by something as simple as a T-shirt. At the moment it just looked like she'd had a big meal. She stroke the skin on her stomach and wondered when she would actually feel life in there.
It hadn't been easy meeting Scott's mom again yesterday. At the dinner party it had been okay; she'd made sure that they didn't have a moment alone, but last night it was different. Derek had wandered off, and the rest of the boys played video-games, so she was kind of stuck with Melissa.
Allison hadn't felt that it was appropriate to let her clean up after the meal by herself, so she decided to face her fears and join the woman in the kitchen.
After a short period of silence, while Allison filled the dishwasher, Melissa had suddenly come over and hugged her. It felt a little clumsy and awkward to begin with, but then Allison wrapped her arms around the woman. It was a little emotional and she shed a couple of tears.
"It's okay." Melissa's voice was soothing. "It was not what I would have wanted for my son, but it is what it is." She pulled back and looked at Allison. "I've come to terms with it. I'm starting to get used to the thought of becoming a grandmother."
At that moment, Allison felt a bond with her. The two of them were family now, and she felt that Melissa could be a good stand-in for a mother. "Thank you. I'm not sure that I've come to terms with it myself, but this helps."
The open and frank conversation the two of them had after that changed a lot. Allison got answers to questions that she hadn't dared ask anybody else, and with her medical experience, Melissa was able to give her insights that none of her friends could have provided.
Allison had used the internet for what it was worth, but every case was different and she didn't feel that it provided her with the information she wanted.
"You'll have to go to your doctor." Melissa had stated the obvious, but Allison didn't have the funds for all the prenatal visits. She knew she was covered under her dad's insurance, but she feared that the family practitioner would tell him. She would of course have to inform him eventually, but she wanted to postpone that.
A new set of fears entered her mind. This would be very costly, and even if both she and Scott made some money on the side, it would still not be enough to cover the bills. She couldn't expect Derek to step up; he was already letting them live there for free, and this was not his responsibility.
"I can come with you and tell him if you want?" Melissa cocked her head and looked at Allison curiously. "I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I think it's better with me there, rather than Scott."
Allison did not take it the wrong way. She knew perfectly well that what Melissa said made sense. "Yeah, would you?" She had to swallow hard before she could continue. "I just have to find the right time." Melissa shook her head. "There's never a right time, uh, or wrong time for this. I think you should just get it over with."
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Derek had expected Stiles to be overexcited and have a hard time keeping the news to himself, but he was curiously quiet when they came back to the house. That everybody else probably were fast asleep by now could of course have something to do with it.
It was kind of weird though, how he just went upstairs immediately after arriving, without even wanting a small drink to celebrate the occasion. Derek was technically fine with it; he was not much for announcing everything, but he did wonder about Stiles' behavior.
He poured himself a good inch of whiskey and toasted to himself in the mirror. "Good job, Derek. You finally managed to do it." He was whispering, or really only almost mouthing the words. After chugging down the drink he decided to call it a night as well.
Stiles was in bed already when he entered the room. He wasn't sleeping; he was playing with the ring, but looked up when Derek came in. "Finally! I felt so lonely. I'm sorry that I left, but I'm tired." His eyes followed Derek as he went in to the bathroom. "Hurry up in there. The bed's too big without you."
With the toothbrush in hand Derek couldn't help himself. "Cold wind blows right though my open door." He could hear Stiles emitting a 'huh' and Derek chuckled silently. "Oh, it's just an old song lyric. I don't even remember who sings it."
When he eventually crawled into bed, he scooted over until their bodies were flush together. Stiles was warm and naked, and clearly semi-aroused. "You want to sleep right now, or..." He kissed Stiles' neck before he let his lips brush over the skin of his shoulder. Stiles moved his pelvis forward and Derek could feel his dick twitch against his own.
"I think maybe... Let's take our time." Stiles lifted himself up a little and pushed Derek over on his back. Then he started to pepper his chest with kisses before he moved his head down until he completely disappeared under the covers.
Derek drew his breath heavily and relaxed into the mattress. Taking it slow sounded good. Especially when Stiles decided to give him this kind of treatment.
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He recognized her the moment they came to the park. The little girl was playing on the monkey-bars in the little play area. Her long dark hair was probably supposed to be in a ponytail, but the scrunchy had almost fallen out and wild curls was sticking out everywhere. She was obviously small for her age, but extremely agile; she looked a little like a gymnast the way she handled herself over there.
When they got a little closer, she must have noticed that he was staring, because she stopped what she was doing and looked right at them. Mr Stilinski recognized those eyes. He had a set of the same eyes next to him. As he turned briefly to check if Alex had noticed this, the guy hitched his breath and stopped short.
"That must be her, right? She has my mom's eyes." There was a slight tremble in Alex' voice; Mr Stilinski looked at him and shook his head. "Your mom's? That little girl looks just like you." He threw a quick peek at her again. "If you were six, I'm sure it would be almost like looking at yourself in a mirror. Except for the dress."
Alex cocked his head and looked at Mr Stilinski from the corner of his eye. "Oh, I sometimes wore a dress, but my hair wasn't that long." There was a little smile on his face, but it was perfectly clear that he was struggling to keep his emotions in check.
The girl wasn't staring at them anymore. She'd turned around and was running towards a picnic table on the other side of the play area, where a big African-American woman was sitting. It was obviously the social worker. When the girl pointed at them, she got up and grabbed Alessa's hand before they both came towards them.
"Officer Stilinski, I presume?" The woman shook his hand and presented herself. "Shantaya Jones, and this is Alessa." She turned to Alex. "Alexander, was it? Nice to meet you." Alex reached his hand out for her, but his eyes were focused on the girl. "Alex, hmpf, Alex is fine."
Alessa smiled as she looked at Alex. "You're pretty, and your name is almost the same as mine." Mr Stilinski could see that tears welled up in Alex' eyes. The girl cocked her head. "Why are you crying? Men don't cry."
They walked together back to the picnic-table and sat down. Mr Stilinski worried that it could be hard to carry a conversation under the circumstances, but it turned out that he had nothing to fear. Alessa was a talkative little girl and she showed no shyness. The two siblings were so much alike, although Alex was a little tongue-tied at the moment.
After briefing them on what she'd done so far today, Alessa started talking about her family. "My dad died in his sleep. My mom said it was because he was a bad man." She seemed to give it a little bit of a thought before she continued. "I'm sometimes bad too, so I try not to sleep so much."
Mr Stilinski couldn't help himself. "You seem so nice. You can't be that bad." A six year old with that perception on herself was sad. "Papa had to punish me sometimes because I broke things. I didn't want to. My mom says I'm so clumsy."
They had already seen her on the monkey-bars; clumsy was not a word Stilinski would have used to describe her. Alex hadn't said a single word since they sat down, but then he cleared his throat. "Kids are sometimes clumsy. It doesn't make you bad. I was clumsy too, but now I don't break things anymore."
Alessa stared at him for a few seconds before she suddenly changed he subject. "I want a puppy." She pointed to a couple walking their dog. "Not a big one like that." Alex wiped his eyes quickly. "I have a puppy. You want to see a picture." He dug out his phone as he looked at his sister. Her eyes widened and bright smile appeared on her face. "Is it cute?"
She moved over to Alex' side of the table to look at screen. "Oh, he is. Oh, so so cute. Can I meet him? What's his name? Who's that?" She pointed at the picture of Isaac holding up Peri for the camera. Alex obviously had a hard time keeping composed, and he drew his breath quickly. He threw a peek at Ms Jones before he spoke. "Periwinkle, his name is Periwinkle, and I would love to introduce you to him." He drew his breath quickly. "And that's Isaac, my, uh..." He paused. Alessa didn't question it anymore, she was more interested in pictures of the dog.
The meeting was over too soon. Ms Jones was on a schedule and had to bring Alessa back to her temporary foster family. While the two siblings looked through the rest of the pictures on Alex' phone, she pulled Mr Stilinski aside. "They are in a hurry to find her a permanent place. Alexander is the only relative they have managed to dig up so far, but I'm not sure he's up for the task."
Mr Stilinski didn't know what to say. He didn't know Alex well enough to have an opinion, and with Alex' current living situation, the other members of the household would be assessed as well. "Is it possible to move her to a family closer to Beacon Hills? I know that another temporary home isn't the best solution, but if she could go to school there..."
Ms Jones shrugged. "I don't know, but I understand what you mean. I'll file my report, and I will add your view." She looked over at the table where Alex and Alessa were sitting. "Time is of the essence here. If we can't find her a home within two weeks, she'll go to an orphanage."
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They didn't fuck last night. The blow-job Stiles performed on Derek took its time; he'd wanted it to be awesome, and according to Derek it had been just that. After cleaning up somewhat they'd found the the lube, but it ended up under the pillow and then they just fell asleep in each others arms, tired after the day's events.
It was early morning now. He peeked at Derek who was lying next to him with an arm under his head staring into the air. "Slept well?" Stiles scooted over and kissed the stubbled chin as Derek nodded. "Uh-huh." He was still staring in to the ceiling, but then he turned and smiled. "Like a baby."
Stiles looked at him curiously. "You were a little distant for a moment. What are you thinking about`?" He slipped his hand down under the covers and caressed Derek's chest. As he kept staring into Derek's eyes he eased his hand downward. Derek sighed and turned to face him. "You! I'm thinking about you."
The house was quiet. There were no indications to show that anyone else were awake. Stiles let his fingers wrap around Derek's cock and he gave it a couple of tugs. "Hope it was nice thoughts." He let his thumb run over the slit and listened to the soft moan Derek emitted.
The lube was still under the pillow. Stiles dug it out and popped the bottle open with his thumb. "Just think about me some more. I'm gonna be a little busy now." He had to let go of Derek's dick for a second while he squirted out some lube. He wasn't going to bother with any prepping; pain wasn't an issue.
With nimble hands he coated Derek's member, earning a sound of surprise. "Oh, so you thought I was going to fuck you?" Stiles chuckled a little as he straddled Derek's torso. "Next time." He leaned forward and they kissed before he reached down behind him to grab Derek's dick.
Pushing himself up a bit, he aimed the dick at his own asshole. He had to go slow, it was a tight squeeze, but with patience and an ability to take the pain, he had eventually impaled himself.
After a little pause to come to terms with the burn, Stiles started to ride Derek slowly. It was hard work early in the morning, and he soon regretted this position. With a few describing gestures Stiles managed to make Derek understand, and they clung together as they rolled over.
With Derek on top it went much better. Stiles bent his knees and pulled on them until his legs were sticking up in the air.
Derek kept the same slow rhythm going for a while, but when they both started panting heavily he increased the speed until he cummed. Then he grabbed Stiles' cock and tugged on it until he came as well.
"Nice...I...love...you." Stiles heaved his breath as Derek rolled off of him. "That was a good start of the day, don't you think?" The towel from last night was on the floor and Derek grabbed it and wiped Stiles' stomach before he answered. "A very nice start."
This is me wrapping up loose ends. There are still a few chapters left, but the last one is in the making as well. A year ago I knew how I wanted this to end for Stiles and Derek. An engagement was part of that. The other people involved, and especially Allison's fate, made it a little harder to reach my goal. I love all my characters, and I have to make sure that all their stories get a satisfactory ending also. Still, after all these twists and turns, I feel that my endgame (especially regarding Derek) have more depth than it would have had without them. Hang in there folks. The end is near.
If anybody is interested: the song lyrics Derek is reciting, is 'The bed's too big without you.' A song by the Police, Sting's old band, from 1979.