This all seems so weird to come back to but I think its best to push forward. I'm sure there are errors like in everything else. PS. I own nothing Enjoy :)

Derek awoke from the dream still smelling the field, still feeling the warmth of sunlight on his skin, still feeling Laura holding onto his hand. He tried not to think about it, instead he thought about how Stiles felt in his arms so warm curling into all the protection Derek could give him. Derek liked him like this silent and sleeping. Stiles running mouth wasn't as annoying as it once was maybe because Stiles wasn't always running off about things Derek couldn't follow. Or Maybe because Derek could just quiet him by claiming his mouth in his.

Derek laid there watching the boy sleep wishing they'd been giving permission to do more. Derek knew he didn't have to wait. He knew that Mr. Stilinski viewed this as legal as a true wedding. That gave them right to consummate their union, but Derek also knew they'd been in the wrong not talking to Dad first. Nope Derek thought still too soon to think of him that way. He knew he needed permission first before going farther.

Stiles began stirring drawing Derek from his thoughts. Derek knew from experience it would take a few minutes for the waking to take hold of Stiles and that was fine by Derek. He enjoyed the last sleeping moments of his mate. Shit that word screwed with his head. It still didn't seem possible that this was real. Derek never believed he'd ever feel like this for anyone again. That had been his choice but still.

"Good morning sleep head," Derek called to Stiles.

Stiles said, "Good morning has anyone ever told you your smile is devastating?"

"Nope can't say I've heard that one." Derek replied he hadn't even realized he had been smiling. Really smiling to not the fake one he used to get what he wanted.

"Well it is and I rather like it. You should do it more often."

Derek laughed, "I'm not sure you could stop me."

"Good cause I wouldn't try." Stiles said giving his best smile.

Who would have guessed this boy would melt his heart of ice. Here he was doing it again with just a smile. Granted Derek was the one who froze his own heart. But Derek NEVER wanted to feel the pain of loss again. Guess life wouldn't have him being the prince with a heart frozen. Derek liked this better anyways.

Stiles kissed him then long, deep, a full of desire. It was dangerous if they planned on being good for Stiles father. Derek let himself trying to hold his desperation back. Derek didn't need both of their wants in the kiss. Stiles' made it hard enough to restrain.

"Derek please," Stiles begging him breathlessly.

"Stiles I don't think your dad would approve. Haven't we done enough stuff behind his back?"

"Damn you for using that against me." Stiles said reaching over Derek for his phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Probably being a bit forward but getting permission."

"STILES! Do you really think that's a good idea?" Derek sighed.

Derek heard the line ringing.

"Hi dad," Stiles said cheerfully.

"Feeling better than?" Derek heard Mr. Stilinski through the monotone speaker.

"Yeah. Got a minute to talk?" Stiles asked.

"Sure what's up?"

"Well... Would you be upset if things went farther?" Even Derek couldn't decide if Stiles tone was asking.

"Shit. Please tell me you haven't already? Second can't this wait until I get home?"

"No dad we haven't done anything. Give me some credit. Also do you really want this to be a face to face?"

"Stiles I'm not sure what I want this conversation to be." Sheriff Stilinski said hanging up.

"I didn't mean to upset him... I really didn't." Derek was unsure if Stiles was speaking to him or to himself, "I mean we can't just keep tiptoeing around this whole thing like it will just go away. I really think we need to face it."

Derek wasn't sure what to say. He decided to wrap Stiles in a hug and pull him close. Derek hoped it would be enough. Hell Derek even knew Stiles was right they were all tiptoeing. He also couldn't blame Mr. Stilinski either. And Shit he was right behind them in the door way. Damn Derek and his losing himself with Stiles rather than keeping his senses on the world around them.

"Well that better than what I was expecting." Mr. Stilinski said.

"D-dad what the hell are you doing here?" Stiles spate out.

"Well I was coming to check on you before you called. I figured it would be better not to say anything." Mr. Stilinski said.

"Dad were you trying to catch us doing something?"

"Maybe you're the one calling for permission." The Sheriff leveled.

Stiles sputtered but didn't say anything but Derek figured it was all for the best.

"Stiles you're seventeen. We're not talking just first time with Derek. We're talking your first time Stiles. You're stuck with him Stiles, not that he's a bad guy. You can't just get a second shot at it being something to look back on. I just want you to be sure it's everything you want not just something rushed." Mr. Stilinski leveled a pointed look at Derek. Derek thought he was going to whimper but he bit it back.

"Dad!"

"No Stiles let..."

"No. I mean we can keep talking about this but don't blame Derek. It was my idea, he tried to stop me."

Mr. Stilinski looked right Derek again, "I'm sorry I had no right to make assumptions."

"It's alright. Just so we're clear I wouldn't ever do that to him. My first time I thought she was my everything I just wish I knew then it all end in ashes. I couldn't ever do anything that could make him resent me." Derek said.

"You're talking about Kate aren't you? Do you even think you could ever be anything like her?" Stiles said voice pitching.

"Derek," Mr. Stilinski looked thoughtful before he spoke, "You can't ever equate yourself to her. She was soulless and heartless bitch to the bitter end. I know your type, I know you're not going to be happy about this. I really think you should talk to someone about this. Your bottling it all up I can see it on your face."

"It's not like I know where to find a werewolf therapist." Derek bit. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop it.

"I didn't say therapist Derek I said someone. Me, Deaton, hell Scott, someone Derek. I wasn't always the best dad. After Stiles mom died I bottled it all up and I let myself get friendly with the bottle." Mr. Stilinski broke off. No one spoke until he spoke again.

"I woke up once from a drunken stupor and couldn't find Stiles, I looked all over the house freaking out. Finally I found the note from Melissa say she had him. I felt so guilty I went straight to get help for myself. I wasn't going to be that dad. Bottling things up isn't healthy Derek. Please at least say you'll think about it."

Derek didn't even realize until the drop hit his hand that he was crying. Stiles hugged him run a hand up and down his back making quit calming noises. Then there was another pair of arms holding telling him in a raspy voice that it was okay to just let it go. That was okay not to hold it all in anymore. Derek just cried till he couldn't any more. He wanted to kick himself but he did feel better then. Like some of the weight and tension had let go.

"Look you're right Stiles we've been tiptoeing around everything. It needs to stop. I need you to live your lives for you not me. I'm the parent it's rather selfish of me to try and control this."

"Dad I'm seventeen you having some say in of this isn't that selfish, It's practical." Stiles said and before Derek could give an agreement dad was at it again.

"No in just a hand full of months you'll be eighteen. You two need to live your lives. Don't get me wrong there are still going to be ground rules while you're under this roof, but now you two need to live for you not me."

"Dad," Stiles squeaked not in protest.

"Rules," was all the reply Mr. S gave, "One your grades will not drop. Two I find out you're sneaking out of school to spend time with Derek you'll regret it. Three I don't want to know anything about your relations. Four I reserve the right to make more as we go."

"No worries Sir. I've already been making him work on this week's homework, it almost done and I've been looking it over. Also I find him sneaking out of school when it's not life threatening he'll dislike me more." Derek said with a smirk knowing full well Stiles was wiggling with discomfort.

"Grade are doable. The sneaking thing really not even if it prevents things from getting to life threatening?" Stiles said.

"The pack can handle it just fine without you it that's the case." Derek said as Papa S watch smiling. Well that one's a bit better Derek thought, useable at least. He'd figure out what to call this man soon.

"B-b-b-b" Stiles started to stutter

"No b-b-buts Stiles. NO SKIPPING CLASS." Derek gritted out.

"What about this," Stiles said making a jester here and now, "Isn't this skipping school?"

"No for one your still not getting around by yourself and you healing. But IF you'd prefer me to structure your day to feel like school from here on out I'm pretty sure I CAN do that." Derek said.

"Son let me just say I'd give in before you really step in it." Papa S. said. Stiles let the silence announce his surrender.

"I should be getting back to work and you two should grab something to eat and maybe some more sleep." Mr. Stilinski said.

"Kay" Stiles said.

"Have a good rest of your day." Derek said while Stiles gaped at him.

"What?" Derek asked.

"No nothing." Stiles said making key and lock motions over his mouth.

After he left they ventured down for food. Not bothering for cloths. Boxers covered everything important and it's their house. They went for cereal, Stiles didn't want Derek over doing it. Stiles was fretting about Derek probably being still as worn out as him. Derek was going over the last of Stiles' homework for the week.

Scott was bringing next weeks after school. Derek couldn't help but think it was a stupid rule. The school wouldn't let Stiles just have the work for all three weeks they only gave him the current weeks and Mr. Stilinski was supposed to deliver what was done back at the school. And yet Scott was allowed to bring the unfinished work to Stiles.

After he'd finished and approved the work Derek helped Stiles back up to bed. Derek would kill any of the pack to see this but he let Stiles play big spoon. Derek honestly like the feeling. After his slight breakdown earlier he just wanted some comfort and it just kind of worked.

Stiles woke to the sound of a phone vibrating. Stiles couldn't help but wonder if Derek was okay he wasn't evening moving. This was like twice in one day he'd let that never-failing guard down. It was Stiles' phone anyways. He checked it.

Scott: On my way with your stuff. Now a good time?

Me: No Derek's not feeling well both napping. Later?

Scott: Sure about 45? Or longer?

Stiles checked the time about two hours they'd been out. Leave it to Scott not to form that into just one question but make them to separate statements.

Me: 45 great.

"What's up?" Derek muttered.

"Nothing much go back to sleep. It was just Scott wanting to know it now was a good time to drop off my school stuff." Stiles replied.

"And?" Derek asked.

"I bought us about another 45 minutes." Stiles said setting back against Derek's back running his thumb in circles on his chest. Stiles wondered how something that you never would have thought about a month ago could feel so right.

"Kay." Derek muttered drifting back off to sleep. Stiles tagging close behind.

Derek woke to the sounds of the front door opening. Well thank god he hadn't totally lost his scenes. Derek knew it was Scott letting himself in. Stiles was began to stir behind Derek as Scott hit the stairs.

"What's up?" Stiles muttered.

"Scott," Was all Derek said.

"Well here's your…" Scott stopped mid-sentence.

"Dude warn a guy if he's going to be walking it something like this," Scott said slightly red.

"What we're just laying here cuddling," Stiles said.

"Dude it's still just weird," Scott replied, "How are you doing anyways big guy?"

"Huh?" Derek asked.

"Stiles said you're not feeling well and both napping," Scott said.

"Stiles why the hell would you tell him that."

"What's wrong with that?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked at him, "I'm the Alpha Stile, strong, well and in control. The pack isn't suppose to seem me weak."

"Honestly I think its weaker to not let us know you aren't well. It puts Stiles at risk because know one knows they have to step it up to help you more," Scott said, "Its foolish and weak to not let people know you need help."

"I never really thought about it like that Scott. I'm sorry it was foolish not to say anything," Derek said.

"Whats wrong anyways?" Scott asked looking at them both.

"We slept apart for a few days, can't really say we slept at all though," Derek answered.

"Seems like part of the bond or something," Stiles added.

Scott put the papers down, "Well there is your work buddy, I'll let you two get back to resting. Take care."

Derek leaned in catching Stiles lips before he could even start. His hand touching the others bare chest soft at first than firmly pushing against him. His hand sliding firmly and slowly over Stiles body move lower and ever closer to his boxers. Pushing his hand under the waistband as he grips Stile's hard length tugging lightly as Stiles lets a soft moan. Dereks hand starts moving exposing Stiles as he slowly tugs on him. Just as things started getting really hot Scott burst back into the door.

"I forgot... Oh my god..." Scott stop and broke where he stood. As Derek and Stiles turned a dark shade of red, Derek falling back onto the bed away from Stiles.

"I'm sor.. I forg... I'm going to go," Fumbling to put a folder on the dresser by the door, but it ended up on the floor.

"Well that was embarrassing," Was all a very red Derek could say.

"Wow I've never seen you so red in the face sour-wolf," Stiles said with a grin moving closer to Derek, before grabbing his chin and kissing him.

"Fuck Stiles aren't you at all turned off by what just happened?"

"I was then I seen how you look now and that's just hot," Stiles said kissing him again. Fuck something was hot here alright. Derek had never seen Stiles like this, forceful and dominate. It was hot, physically Derek was stronger no doubt and could easily take control, but right now Derek was emotionally weaker and unable to win against him in that right.

Stiles settled onto Derek's lap as they kissed. Slowly tugging at Derek's boxers pulling then free exposing him. Stiles pull himself free of his own boxers. Stiles was grind their shafts together as they kissed, but Derek finally let out a growl taking then in hand and stroking them. Stiles moaned into the kiss as Derek's hand worked firmly.

"Fuck Derek I'm going... Mhmm," Stiles was cut off by a moan.

Derek chuckled a bit, "Then don't fight it Stiles," The last part came out as almost a moan.

Stiles gripped Derek's shoulders as a shutter shot threw him, as he came, Derek following close behind. Panting and covered in sweat and other fluids they sat looking at each other.

"Fuck that was hotter than I thought it would be," Stiles said.

"I know right," Derek said in agreeance.