Anyone that said Stiles was avoiding Derek was a liar. A big fat no good liar. This was aimed at Scott, Lydia and Jackson. It didn't help that they were also big fat hypocrites on top of being big fat liars because they were also avoiding Stiles. They had left him multiple messages telling him to get better and to call Derek but none of them had made the effort to come see him. The Sheriff had left the afternoon of the 31st, having to get home since Halloween was one of the busiest nights of the year, and Stiles had drummed up a last minute outfit then gone out with everyone. Now two days later he was working through the worst sickness of his life, he was pretty sure he was dying and he knew it wasn't a hangover because he'd had two drinks. No it was Lydia telling him that tiny shorts and a cape totally worked for the male version of red riding hood. In an unsurprising turn of events Derek and his friends were also at the club just off campus, according to Lydia the club threw few events but people always remembered them for one reason or another. Stiles would always remember it because Derek had been dressed as a werewolf and had followed him all night. Derek's friends had taken the piss the whole night but according to Lydia Derek obviously never heard a word because he was too busy staring at his ass. Sure Derek was trying to get in his pants for a bet but Stiles could still appreciate that he obviously affected Derek. Stiles had just about managed to not let Derek into his tiny shorts that night, not for a lack of trying however. It didn't help that Derek was shirtless the whole night and Stiles thought he was going to die from frustration when Derek had him pushed up against the wall outside the club. Stiles had somehow managed to convince Derek that they were both too drunk to do this and then told him how special he wanted his first time to be. Stiles deserved an award for his acting! However he was now paying the price because he was alone in his dorm with a bucket and as many blankets as he could find.

"You need to get out!"

"What?"

"Stiles I'm serious. You need to leave the dorm right now."

"Matt you cannot be serious! I'm sick."

"Then go be sick somewhere else, my girlfriend's coming over."

"You don't have a girlfriend!"

"Er yeah actually I do. But if she see's you she's gonna leave so get the fuck out!"

"Matt!"

"Stiles I leave every time you stupid little friends come over so you owe me this!"

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"I don't care. Maybe one your friends will put up with your whiny ass."

"You cannot..."

"Get out." Matt grabbed Stiles blankets and opened their door then threw them in to the hallway.

"What the fuck?!"

"I'm telling you to leave now." Stiles pulled on some sweatpants and just had time to grab his phone before he was being pushed out of his room and into the hall.

"You're a fucking asshole Matt!" He picked up his blanket and wrapped it around himself before dialing Scott.

"Hello?"

"Scott."

"Hey what's up?"

"Can you come get me?"

"Oh erm sorry but I'm at the...beach."

"With who?"

"Erm..."

"You guys went to the beach without me!"

"Well you were sick. We're sorry, what's up?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Just a little lonely."

"Oh you need to call Derek!"

"What? Why?"

"Because I ran into him and he was worried about you."

"I'm sure he's just making sure he's not in risk of losing his bet."

"I don't know man he seemed pretty concerned."

"Scott unlike you and Allison the rest of us do not have movie worthy romances. Derek's not going to magically fall for me."

"I'm just saying Stiles. Didn't you say that he was surprised when you mentioned you didn't want to introduce him to your dad."

"Yeah because he probably had a plan. I bet he thought that if he got in with my family it would be easier to get in my pants."

"Okay. Just at least call him."

"Fine but he's still an ass for doing this, just because he's concerned doesn't mean he gets a free pass."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Bye." Stiles huffed as he hung up and stared at his phone before sighing and calling Derek. All he had to say was 'I'm fine. Stop worrying.' and then Stiles could go camp out at the diner or sleep in the library.

"Stiles?"

"Oh hey Derek."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"What's wrong with your voice?"

"Nothing."

"Stiles."

"I'm sick its not a big deal."

"Where are you?"

"I was heading to the diner."

"Have you looked outside?"

"No?"

"Its raining Stiles."

"What? No because Scott said he was at the beach."

"What are you talking about I saw Scott like half an hour ago."

"He always was the worst liar."

"Stiles what's going on?"

"It seems that my friends are avoiding me because I'm sick."

"That doesn't seem very friendly."

"I honestly can't blame them, they've all dealt with sick me at one point or another and they all vowed that they never would again."

"Uhuh."

"Are you driving?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Where you going?"

"I'm...parking now actually."

"Okay."

"Come get in the car Stiles."

"Wait you're here!"

"Well I've never taken care of you before so it's my turn."

"You want to willingly take care of me?"

"You can't be that bad."

"Dude you have no idea."

"Come downstairs Stiles."

"I don't want to get you sick."

"Well if you do then you'll just have to take care of me."

"But then what if I get sick again?"

"Then we'll just have to stick it out together."

"And if it took a while for us both to be cured?"

"I think I can handle being stuck with you for a bit."

"As long as we have supplies?"

"I'll make you chicken soup."

"I didn't know you cooked."

"I don't. But I would for you."

"That's a little sappy."

"I'm a sappy guy. Now come get in the car." Stiles bit his lip as a smile threatened to break out over his face. This was not a movie, he and Derek were not going to live happily ever after, they both had bets to win and Stiles was going to make sure Derek lost. He took a deep breath and secured his blanket around himself before heading downstairs. Sure enough it was pouring down and the camaro was parked in front of his building. Derek pushed open the door and smiled when he saw Stiles. The sickness was definitely affecting him because Derek had a really beautiful smile, and those are not thoughts Stiles would be having if he wasn't sick. He picked up his quilt and practically threw himself in to the passenger seat, Derek hid his laugh behind his smile but helped him arrange the quilt till he was comfortable.

"Thanks."

"It's okay. You settled in?"

"Yep."

"Good." Stiles let his head fall against the window, welcoming the cold against his forehead. Looking out at the passing scenery made Stiles feel a little nauseous so he turned his head a little and watched Derek. His fingers were tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel and his eyes were flitting around to take in as much as he could see through the windshield. He was wearing the same leather jacket he'd worn on every date they'd been on but he was dressed fairly casual in black sweatpants and a white wife beater, Stiles doesn't think he's seen Derek in anything other than jeans...well except for the whole naked man thing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." Well that sounded a little more lovey than he meant. "I mean your clothes."

"My clothes."

"Yeah. I think this is the first time I've seen you in sweatpants and not jeans."

"These are my house pants."

"I'm sorry your what?"

"I only wear them in the comfort of my own home."

"And yet here you are. Outside your own home."

"Well you're slightly more important than my image."

"Just slightly?"

"Obviously, do you know how long it takes to do my hair?"

"And here I thought it was totally natural."

"Its something I perfected years ago."

"Yeah because you need perfect hair."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well come on Derek. You look like you, like you needed to add perfect hair to all this."

"Believe it or not I did not look like this in high school."

"Are you gonna try and tell me that your were skinny, and nerdy with glasses to big for your face?"

"I was skinny. And I am nerdy. And the glasses fit my face better now." Derek dropped that bomb on Stiles then pushed his door open and climbed out. And when the hell did they stop the car! Stiles scrambled out after Derek.

"You wear glasses!"

"Sometimes."

"Can I see?"

"If you stop standing in the rain you can see whatever you want." Well that was definitely an invitation for something sexual. You can handle this Stiles, make an innocent remark.

"Like your dick?" There is nothing innocent about that. Fuck you sickness.

"No." Okay that actually made Stiles stop in the street.

"No?"

"Stiles get inside now." Stiles rushed in through the door and waited till Derek locked it behind them.

"Yes Stiles no."

"But..." This is a good thing Stiles you won't have to reject his advances. Yeah but he's not even making advances apparently. Oh my god does he not find me attractive anymore!

"You're sick Stiles, I'm not going to take advantage of you." Well that's horribly moral. Like he could take advantage of me, I'm just sick. Why are you arguing with yourself? This is a good thing Stiles.

"Well that is good of you." You're an idiot. Go sit in the living-room and think about your life choices. "Where's your living-room?"

"Down the hall."

"I'm gonna wait there while you start the soup."

"Alright then." Stiles turned and started trudging down the hall with his quilt. There were a couple of pictures littering the wall and Stiles recognized Derek in most of them but hardly anyone else.

"Its my family. My mom Talia, my dad Anthony, my sisters Laura and Cora, and my older brother Jake. There's also a few of me, Boyd, Erica and Isaac."

"You all look very close."

"We've been friends since high school."

"Same with me and my friends."

"Give me your blanket."

"Nooo my blanket!"

"Stiles it's wet at the bottom, I'll get you the one of my bed."

"Oh. Okay." Reluctantly he handed over the blanket and then finally made his way to the couch in the living-room. He laid down on the couch and let his eyes flit over the things in Derek's living-room, he jerked a little as a quilt was dropped on him.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. You can watch whatever you want on TV just don't delete anything of Erica's because she will kill you." Oh yeah Derek lived with his friends, unlike Stiles who was either stuck with Matt or going to be stuck with Jackson.

"Do you like living with Erica and Boyd?"

"Has its ups and downs."

"Like?"

"They have sex everywhere but Boyd likes to cook."

"Ah. I see. Where are they anyway?"

"Beacon Hills."

"What? Did you say Beacon Hills?"

"Yeah. Its where were all from."

"No shit! Dude I'm from Beacon Hills!"

"I know. Your dad knows my mom."

"He does?"

"Yeah. Which by the way also means that my family will know were dating and will want to meet you."

"Your family?"

"I mean only if you want."

"Wait you want me to meet your family?"

"Eventually yeah. I mean we've only been going out for 3 weeks but they'd like you."

"But..."

"But what?"

"This..." is just a bet. "is a little early to be thinking off that stuff."

"I know. There's no pressure Stiles. Honestly."

"I need to go to the bathroom." Derek pointed to a door down the hall and Stiles grabbed his phone then rushed past him. He was dialing Lydia's number before the door was even completely closed.

"Hello."

"I can't believe you guys lied to me about the beach!"

"Scott told you went to the beach. We told him to pick somewhere believable."

"Where are you?"

"Mine and Ally's apartment. Movie marathon. Hang on I'll put you on speaker." There was a chorus of hello's and one grunt, probably Jackson.

"He's making me soup guys."

"What soup?"

"Chicken Scott does it really matter!"

"Nah I just like soup."

"What's the big deal?"

"I asked to see his dick. And he said no."

"What do you mean he said no?"

"He said I was sick and that he didn't want to take advantage of me. And he wants me to meet his fucking family!"

"He said that."

"Yes he said that. He said no pressure but they would want to meet me and they'd probably like me even though we've only been dating for 3 weeks. But its not even real because its all about him taking my virginity and me not sleeping with him so that I win my own bet!"

"Stiles calm down you're panicking."

"Of course I'm panicking! How am I supposed to keep doing this?"

"You're starting to fall for him!"

"I am not!"

"Stiles!"

"Lydia I have a crush on him that is it! I had one before this all started and it hasn't gone away just because he's making a dick move with the bet!"

"Stiles just deep breaths okay."

"Okay."

"You alright?"

"What am I supposed to do guys?"

"You've got 5 weeks. We can stop it now, just leave, we can come get you."

"He's making me soup."

"You want to stay?"

"What's 5 weeks, right?"

"Exactly."

"I have to go. He's gonna think I fell in."

"Stiles please be careful."

"I will guys. I'll text you later." Stiles flushed the toilet and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit, his hair was flat against his forehead, his skin was flushed, there was a sweat breaking out across his forehead and his eyes were bloodshot, somehow he even looked paler than usual. He stepped in to the apartment and he could hear Derek in the kitchen, he shuffled over to the couch and settled himself so that he was wrapped in the quilt. Bringing the quilt up over his shoulder Stiles inhaled and was overwhelmed with Derek's scent. It wasn't usually a problem, he knew Derek smelled nice but usually it was something he picked up when Derek passed him or stood a little closer, but this this made Stiles want to keep the quilt and just bury himself in it forever. God he was so sappy when he was sick. Breathing in the smell again Stiles closed his eyes and let his head fall against the arm of the couch, he didn't really need to be awake right now.

Somehow Stiles woke up feeling worse, he thought sleeping was supposed to help but apparently it was opposite day because his throat now felt scratchy and his nose was starting to run. God he must be the epitome of attractive right now. He pushed himself up and smiled when he noticed Derek sat at the end of the couch, his head was lolled back against the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table, it was then that Stiles noticed that his feet were in Derek's lap and Derek's hand was holding his ankle through the quilt. Stiles bit his lip then shuffled round as stealthily as he could, he settled himself so that his head was now in Derek's lap.

The next time Stiles woke up the TV was on and someone was carding their fingers through his hair. He pushed his head into the feeling and tried to snuffle into his pillow as well. He startled a little when his pillow chuckled, oh right his pillow was Derek.

"Heh sorry."

"S'alright"

"Your thigh is surprisingly comfortable."

"What were you expecting?"

"Muscle. A lot of muscle."

"Ah."

"Did you make soup?"

"I did but you were asleep."

"Did you eat it all?!"

"No I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"Oh good! You should go get it."

"There's a problem with that."

"What?"

"I have a Stiles in my lap."

"Oh right. Forget the soup." Derek laughed but slid out from under him anyway. Stiles huffed and let his head fall on to the cushion, it was not as comfortable as Derek. It wasn't long before Derek was back and forcing him to sit up.

"I don't wanna."

"Stiles."

"I'm comfy."

"For me."

"You chose to move."

"Pretty please."

"Noooo."

"I'll put Batman on."

"Batman?"

"Yeah."

"Which Batmans?"

"Well I happen to own all the Batmans."

"Even classic Batman?"

"Even classic Batman."

"Okay you can sit with me." Derek smiled at him and set the soup down. He moved around setting up the films and then sat back in the space Stiles had made for him. Stiles waited until Derek was sat down before he pushed himself up and lifted Derek's arm, he grabbed his soup then moved back so that Derek's chest was to his back.

"Comfy?"

"Very."

"Ready for the film?"

"Yeah." Stiles ate the soup slowly and tried to concentrate on the film but he couldn't think about anything other than the way Derek was a hard line against his back, the way he could feel every breath he took and the heat he could feel from Derek even through his shirt. His body was completely aware of every tiny movement Derek made and when Derek's arm moved down to rest across Stiles's waist he couldn't do anything other than stare at it. It was just there, a heavy weight against his abdomen and he didn't want it to move away, he should want it to move away though, he should be at the other end of the couch and instead he's acting like Derek's his boyfriend. Not that he wanted Derek to be his boyfriend because that would mean that all of this meant something and it doesn't mean anything, it's all just a ploy for him to get in to Stiles's pants.

"Hey are you okay?"

"Yeah why?"

"Because I can hearing you breathing harder."

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm just hot."

"Go take a shower."

"What?!"

"Seriously go take a cold shower and I'll clean up in here."

"Your sure?"

"Yeah. I just want you to get better."

"Thanks Derek. I won't be too long." He left Derek on the couch and it wasn't until he was halfway through his shower he realised he had no clothes to change in to. He peaked out into the bathroom and grabbed the first towel he saw, it was an orange and blue monstrosity frankly but it was fluffy. Edging round the door he tries to see if he can see Derek.

"Derek?" No answer.

"Hello?" Nothing.

Well this isn't creepy at all. He stops as he hears a creaking from one of the rooms. This is it. This is how Stiles Stilinski dies. Goodbye world. He thought it would be from sexual frustration but no he's going to die in the hottest person alive's apartment a virgin. Oh god and Derek's probably going to be arrested for his murder. He'll go to prison and probably get fucked because Derek's gorgeous but he is not prison material. He's never killed a man in real life and Derek's going to be someone's bitch and it's Stiles's fault. The door to one of the room's opens and Stiles has nothing but the towel around his waist and then...oh it's just Derek.

"Why are you standing in the hall?"

"I think the sickness makes me dramatic."

"Erm...okay. Well I got you some clothes."

"You are amazing."

"You can get changed in my room."

"Thanks. And Derek please don't ever go to prison." Derek looks really confused, probably because he's not remotely aware of Stiles's internal freak out, but nods regardless. Stiles smiles and then heads into his room. He pulls on the clothes, black boxers, grey sweatpants and a stark industries t-shirt. Stiles may have just fallen in love. His eyes skirt over the stuff in Derek's room and its a lot of books, random things like a walking dead zombie on his bookshelf, there's a tiny tardis standing in front of one of his pictures, and Stiles can't help but chuckle at the wormhole bookends. As he's looking at everything he notices something on the bedside table, a pair of black rimmed glasses and he picks them up.

"Find anything interesting?" He spins around to see Derek's amused smile, lifting the glasses a little to indicate them.

"You said you'd try them on."

"I did." Derek crosses the room till he's standing in front of him and plucks the glasses from his hands. Stiles smiles as Derek opens them and pushes them on to his face.

"Well?"

"You should never wear those in public."

"That bad?"

"That good. Pretty sure I'd have a lot of competition." Oh god why would you say that?

"I think it's only competition if I wanted someone else." Now why the fuck did he have to go and say that?

"Oh. You really wanna limit yourself to just me."

"I can't think of a single reason not to." This is not real. This is just a bet. You and Derek will not be the leads of a rom-com.

"You look like you're gonna kiss me."

"I'm thinking about it."

"You'll get sick."

"But then we'll be stuck together, right?"

"Right."

"So I'm not seeing a problem." Stiles breath hitched as Derek moved a little closer and his hand moved up his arm to hold the base of Stiles's neck. It wasn't even their first kiss but Stiles arm tingled from where Derek's hand had dragged up, his stomach was doing that flipping thing and his heart was beating so fast he was honestly worried that he was having a heart attack but then Derek's lips were on his and he was fucked. He his hands were pressed against Derek's chest and when he thought Derek was going to pull away he fisted his hands in his shirt to keep him there. There noses bumped as they tilted their heads and Stiles moved his hands up so that they were wrapped around his shoulders, their chests pressed together and Stiles pulled back with a gasp because he was still sick and could not breathe through his nose.

"I'm sorry I couldn't breathe."

"It's okay but you could say I kissed you breathless."

"Oh god my boyfriends a total nerd."

"Your boyfriend?" Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. What the fuck.

"I mean...I didn't...Oh god..."

"Stiles its okay. I'm good with being your boyfriend."

"You are?"

"Yeah." Oh damn it all to hell! What the fuck is happening. Derek is not supposed to be okay with being a boyfriend!

"Great."

"We should probably get some sleep."

"Yeah. Sleep will do me good."

"Do you want my bed?"

"No its okay I'm fine with the couch. Do you need your quilt?"

"Nah I've got a spare."

"Okay. Night Derek."

"Night." Stiles smiled and made his way back into the living-room. He sat at the edge of the couch and grabbed his phone from the coffee table.

To: My Queen
He's my boyfriend.

From: My Queen
How the hell did that happen?

To: My Queen
Well he kissed me and then made a pun and I called him boyfriend and he just agreed.

From: My Queen
He kissed you?

To: My Queen
Yeah, why?

From: My Queen
Jackson's never kissed me when I've been sick.

To: My Queen
Jackson's an asshole, but it wasn't a big deal.

From: My Queen
Proper kiss or peck?

To: My Queen Proper.
What are you getting at?

From: My Queen
Even Scott and Allison only peck when their sick.

To: My Queen
Stop trying to make it something. Have you been listening to Scott or something? This will NOT become a rom-com.

From: My Queen
I'm simply pointing out the fact's Stiles.

Stiles huffed and dropped his phone back on the coffee table. This was just stupid and none of it meant anything, Derek obviously just had to make sure Stiles was in good health otherwise he had no chance of sleeping with him. Yep that was it. Stiles laid down on the couch and dragged the quilt over himself, he could see the glow in the dark clock on the wall and urgh that was actually pretty cool. Stupid Derek. His eyes were still open by the time the minute hand had moved from 5 past to 20 to and that was not okay. He was really tired but his body would not let him go to sleep because his stupid body kept reminding him that Derek was asleep in his room. That he was lying there all soft and asleep and he probably looked adorable with his face smushed into the pillow and none of this was helping Stiles's crisis. By the time the minute hand had gone back round to half past Stiles decided to fuck it and blame it on sleep deprivation. Everyone knew his plans were terrible when he was tired, but now he was tired and sick so no one could blame him for shuffling his way towards Derek's door. He stood staring at it for a few seconds before he cracked it open a little.

"Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you sleeping?"

"I'm talking to you."

"Do you talk in your sleep?"

"Not that I know."

"Okay that's good."

"Whats up?"

"Well I was just wondering...if maybe...you wouldn't mind if I slept in here...in your bed...with you." Stiles couldn't really see Derek but he likes to think he was smiling.

"Come in and close the door." Stiles pushed in and closed the door behind him, as his eyes adjusted to the dark he could vaguely make out Derek holding the covers up for him. Stiles is a little ashamed by the way he dived into Derek's arms. He could feel the vibrations of Derek's laughter as Stiles pushed in close and pushed his face in to Derek's throat.

"Sorry."

"Its okay."

"I just couldn't sleep."

"I get it Stiles." Derek's arms came up and wrapped around him and Stiles tucked one arm between him and Derek and the other he let fall over Derek's waist.

"I feel like I should whisper."

"Mmmm."

"Sorry I'm stopping you from sleeping."

"I don't mind."

"You're really hot."

"I am, I tell myself that every time I see my reflection." Stiles slapped his back lightly but smiled into his neck anyway.

"I meant your skin is really hot."

"Oh yeah. I'm just an extremely hot person."

"Would you stop complimenting yourself."

"Never."

"You know you look cool but you're totally lame."

"Says my boyfriend." Stiles started dragging his hand up and down Derek's back and let himself completely relax into his arms.

"Please you totally wanted to be my boyfriend. I'm definitely the cool one out of us."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. I have so many offers."

"So why'd you pick me if I'm so lame?"

"Not gonna lie to you Derek. You have a beautiful beautiful car."

"I should have known." Stiles felt Derek shiver slightly as he dragged his hand between his shoulder blades.

"You okay? Are you cold?"

"No. You just went over my tattoo."

"You have a tattoo?"

"You've seen me naked Stiles how did you not notice?"

"I was more concerned about my fathers gun than your tattoo."

"Fair point."

"What's it off? Is it a unicorn? Is it your car? Oh my god is it your ex's name?"

"Why a unicorn? And no to all of them."

"I like unicorns. So what is it?"

"A triskele."

"Ah yes a formidable tattoo to adorn your skin."

"You have no idea what it is do you?"

"I'm assuming its three of something."

"Its kind of three points to it and for me its my past, present and future."

"Why did you get it?"

"To remember my uncle."

"What happened?"

"When I was 14 I was spending the summer with my uncle Peter and we were in a car accident. It was pretty bad, drunk driver sent us off the road and because he crashed in to my side I got it the worst. I was unconscious and Peter had taken a nasty hit to his leg. He was bleeding a lot but other than that he thought he was fine. He ended up carrying me for miles trying to find a phone or someone to help. When he finally got me to the hospital they didn't think I'd make it, he told them it was just his leg and they bandaged him up and tried to give him some medication. Apparently he turned it down, he wanted to be there when I woke up. Hours later and I'm out of surgery and he's beside my bed."

"This doesn't have a good ending does it?"

"No. He died from internal bleeding before I woke up. So that's why I got the tattoo, so I could remember what he did for me, and I guess it helps me remember that our lives aren't as long as we think."

"I lost my mom when I was eight. I get the pain that comes from losing someone you love."

"Its okay Stiles, you don't need to tell me yet. But thanks for not saying you're sorry."

"Thanks. And don't worry I hate that too. Thanks for trusting me Derek."

"How can I not?" "I haven't really done anything to earn it."

"Stiles. I remember Lydia's party you know. When you pulled my ex of me."

"Oh. I didn't think..."

"Her name's Kate. She's Allison's aunt. She's also a colossal bitch."

"How so? Well I mean I get how so because she was trying to fuck you when you looked totally out of it."

"I broke up with her because I told her how I got my scar and she laughed at me. Told me to get over it."

"What scar?" Derek reached back to grab Stiles's hand resting against his back and guided it to just below the waist of his trousers. He let Stiles fingers find the raised skin, a jagged line coming down from his hip.

"Is that from the accident?"

"I had a piece of glass stuck in my side."

"And she told you to just get over it."

"She's kind of a dick."

"I kind of wish I'd pushed her off you a little harder."

"Calm down Stiles she's moved on. Last I heard she met some poor rich sucker and moved to New York with him."

"I want to warn him but at the same time she seems like the type of person who wouldn't hesitate to stab me."

"I'll protect you from her."

"Aw you'd take a knife for me?"

"No! I'd just punch her before she could stab you."

"It's more romantic if you get stabbed."

"You're such a weirdo."

"We should watch west side story."

"Why?"

"Because the guy gets stabbed in the end. We can watch it and you can see how not to get stabbed."

"Well not singing about it would probably be a good start."

"Yeah don't dance either."

"I'm a great dancer."

"Maybe your sweet moves will distract her."

"I could back flip out of there."

"Of course you can do a back flip."

"Its what I do when the people I'm picking up realise how lame I am."

"Why didn't I get a back flip? I realised how lame you were ages ago."

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because your were already impressed with my jeans."

"You mean those super tight ones you split?"

"I thought we agreed to not mention that?"

"We never agreed to that."

"It was an unspoken agreement."

"Dude you splitting your pants is literally something I will remember for years."

"Fantastic. Just how I wanted to be remembered."

"Your sarcasm is wonderful."

"Go to sleep."

"I wasn't feeling it there."

"You need sleep so you'll be healthy again."

"Yeah because I'm so healthy normally."

"Well you're gonna need some strength about you."

"For what the workouts I don't do?"

"Well I can always help you work out."

"What with weights?"

"I kind of meant in the more fun way Stiles. You, me and my bed."

"Sex."

"To put it bluntly yeah. Kind of like you healthy when I try to get in your boxers." And that, that was like a slap to the face for Stiles because they weren't really boyfriends. Stiles was going to end up as some kind of achievement to Derek and he should leave right now. Move out of Derek's arms and get out of his apartment, Stiles thinks Derek would probably even call out to him and it would break him a little but at least it would only be a little. Because Stiles knows he knows that if stays here then he won't want to leave and it won't break his heart a little, it'll hurt more than he should let it but he can't push away. The smell of cinnamon and something that he can't place but smells like he's standing in the middle of a forest washes over him and he just burrows as close as he can get to Derek. And he feels Derek's arms tighten around him and he hates that he's not strong, not strong enough to walk away from something he knows will hurt him. He's not naive enough to think he's already in love with Derek but this feeling, what he has now its enough that he can say that it will be, knows that Derek will be something he'll crave and in five weeks it'll be gone. Derek will lose the bet and he won't have a reason to keep Stiles then. So Stiles pushes his leg between Derek's and lets the warmth lull him to sleep because he'd rather break in five weeks than lose the feeling of Derek against him.