Derek was late and he was freaking out. It's not like the man was super late but it had been ten minutes and there was no sign of him. He hadn't even text him and Stiles was getting impatient. Not that Stiles was going to leave because he did actually want to be here but he was going to be mad. He crossed his arms over his chest and put a scowl on his face and waited. It didn't really occur to him how stupid he might look until Derek came rushing through the door his face patched red and panting heavily. He looked around the coffee shop and made a beeline for Stiles the minute he noticed him.

"I am so sorry I'm late. My new next door neighbour is this little old lady and her dog decided today was the day it wanted to climb out the window and on to the very small ledge. So I have spent the past 45 minutes trying to coax him back in with a sausage." His resolve would not be broken by Derek helping a little old lady rescue her dog. It would not. It absolutely would not. Oh fuck of course it would be.

"Is the dog okay?"

"Yeah. Eventually she came in and she is fine but she was just scared. Obviously Mags was pretty shaken up to so I made her a cup of tea before I left."

"Mags?"

"Yeah, her names Maggie but she insists on Mags. When I moved in she came over with coffee and cookies and asked to know my life story." He was still standing up. He was flicking his eyes between Stiles and the chair as though he needed permission to take a seat so Stiles smiled and nodded to the chair. All the breath flowed from his lungs and he dropped down in to the seat.

"Did you tell her your life story?"

"We just swapped a lot of stories. She's led a pretty interesting life." The silence descended over them and Derek pulled at the loose thread on his knee, while Stiles popped his lips. They looked at each other and Stiles couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled out of his throat.

"I don't know what to say. I always know what to say and I just don't know how I'm supposed to be around you. Like do we go from where we were or do we start fresh?"

"How about we just start fresh and go from there?"

"I would prefer that."

"So…what's your favourite colour?"

"Blue. Yours?"

"Purple."

"Purple, are you serious?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with purple?"

"Nothing I just thought your favourite colour would be black."

"Oh so I have a few black clothes and it must be my favourite colour."

"A few?! Oh my god Derek your car is black, all of your jackets are black, your shirts, jeans, boxers and socks are black. You even drink black coffee."

"Hey! I have a maroon shirt."

"A maro… What about bright colours? Reds, blue's, yellows!"

"When would I ever wear a yellow shirt. I'd look like the sun. Who wants to look like the sun?"

"Is that why you don't smile?"

"What?"

"Because it's like blindingly beautiful… I can't believe I just said that. Let's ignore I said that."

"If it helps I think you're blindingly beautiful all the time." The blush rose high on his cheeks and he tipped his head forward to try and hide it from Derek. Based on the smile the man was forcing down he wasn't hiding it very well.

"Oh shut up."

"I didn't say anything."

"You're saying it with your face."

"My face isn't saying anything."

"Oh my god it is! You're eyebrows are doing it right now! They're judging me so hard. You need to stop those furry little caterpillars before they take on a life of their own."

"I'm pretty sure that's an insult."

"On the contrary I am merely impressed by the many different expressions you can express in your brows."

"I'll believe you for now."

"Yeah you better brow boy."

"Brow boy? You did not actually just call me that. That is like thee lamest superhero name ever."

"Oh you think you have what it takes to be a superhero?"

"Totally. I could be Batman with all the black stuff I have."

"I think you'd find that I would be Batman. You can be Robin or Alfred."

"The sidekick or the butler?"

"Hey! Alfred is awesome and Batman would be nowhere without him."

"I like Alfred! But you know what Alfred would never do."

"What?"

"Wear bright colours."

"That is not an excuse to wear dark colours all the time!"

"Excuse me for a moment I have to go and buy my very black coffee!" Derek pushed away from the table and Stiles may or may not have watched his ass as he walked away. Okay he totally watched his ass but come on those jeans were ridiculously tight and just totally unfair to everyone. Stiles is actually kind of surprised that Derek didn't give his neighbour a heart attack. A woman slides up to him and Stiles watches as Derek gives her a smile but turns and waves at him. The woman's smile falls slightly but she waves at Stiles as well and then grabs her coffee and leaves. Derek dumps about 4 packets of sugar in to his coffee and then he's heading back to the table.

"You make a new friend?"

"She was just asking for my number but I told her I was already here with someone."

"You know she was really beautiful I can understand if you wanted…"

"I don't. She was beautiful but she's not you. And I am here because I want to be with you not her."

"You're sure?"

"We may be starting over but I am still very much in love with you."

"You are?"

"Of course I am. I understand that you may not be and I'm going to have to work to get all that back but I do love you. I need you to understand that, you're not someone I want a one night stand with. You're more than that to me."

"You split your pants in public."

"Erm…yeah…"

"My dad saw you naked and I helped make a website about you."

"Yeah so…"

"Your naked picture is online because of me!"

"Stiles…"

"You love me!"

"Yes."

"I need to go. I have to go."

"Wait, what?"

"I'm sorry but I need to do something." This was bad, this was so very bad. He had to go see Lydia, he needed to make this right. The fact that he was abandoning Derek in a coffee shop after he just told him he loved didn't really cross his mind.

"What do you mean he just left?"

"I mean I was telling him I loved him and then he up and left."

"Did he say anything?"

"That he had to do something."

"Are you sure you told him you loved him right?"

"Erica, there aren't exactly a lot of ways to say I love you."

"Yeah but did you say it creepily or normally? Like was it an 'I'm gonna kidnap you and keep you forever' or an 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you'."

"I really don't think it was a kidnapping thing."

"Are you sure? Because sometimes you can be intimidating."

"I didn't do an– I have to go."

"Why?"

"There's someone at the door."

"Is it Mags? She is the greatest person ever."

"I don't know Erica. I can't see through two walls and a door."

"Ask her to make me some of those cookies."

"What cookies?" The knocking became more insistent and Derek quickly cleaned up his living-room, just in case it was Mags.

"The cookies."

"Am I just supposed to know?"

"Yeah dumbass. She made them for you."

"I haven't eaten any cookies."

"Yeah because I took them in for you. Ask her about them!"

"You ate–"Derek pulled the door open and his eyes widened as he took in the man on the other side. "Stiles."

"Ew. Why would I eat Stiles?" Derek pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up on Erica. She would be incredibly pissed about it but hopefully she would understand the importance of this. Stiles was standing at is door and he doesn't even know how Stiles knows where he lives.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?"

"You love me."

"Yeah we established that and then you left."

"You don't understand."

"No I understand fine. You don't have to pretend like you want to be with me."

"I do want to be with you. See the thing is, this whole time I've been thinking about what you did. But I never thought about what I did. I humiliated you Derek and your acting like it's not a big deal. But it is because you didn't deserve that; I shouldn't have let that happen. I shouldn't have let your picture go on the blog. Which I have deleted and my friend Danny has done his best to erase it but I can't promise that I got all of them because come on you're you and people have probably saved it to their computers and…"

"Stiles!"

"Sorry! But the point is that even though I did all this stuff you're still here and telling me you love me. And you got a new apartment for me and you really love me."

"Okay. But none of this explains why you are in my hallway in what might be the tightest pair of boxers I've ever seen."

"I just walked from my dorm to here. I didn't know how else to make things even between us. And there is probably a lot of pictures of me online right now because I kind of forgot the game was on tonight and you live right near the field."

"You walked here in your boxers."

"I understand if you want to shut the door. Or if you want me to go out there naked. I'll do it Derek. I will take these of right now and walk in to the middle of the field."

"Okay."

"What?"

"Okay. Go ahead."

"What. Seriously." At Derek's small nod Stiles squared his shoulders, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and was about to push them down his legs but then Derek was wrapping his hands around his wrists.

"I'm kidding."

"Oh thank god."

"Do you wanna come inside?"

"I really do." Derek pulls him inside and he's about to close his door when Mags comes out of her apartment and tip-toes over to him. She hands him a small bag, winks and heads back in to her apartment. The bag has a small box of condoms and lube in it and Derek doesn't know if he regrets telling her his life story or not. He takes a deep breath and closes his door and heads in to his apartment. Stiles is standing in his living-room and he raises an eyebrow at the bag in Derek's hands.

"Mags making sure I'm safe."

"Oh. Cool."

"You didn't have to do this for me."

"I did. You're worth the embarrassment."

"Do you want some clothes?"

"No. I want to lose."

"Lose what?"

"My bet."

For those of you that can't remember Stiles loses his bet by sleeping with Derek. So it's a long time coming but I think you all know whats coming in the next chapter!

I'm sorry for breaking it up in to two different chapters but I figured they've waited so long they and you deserve it.