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It was another sleepless night for Stiles, and a rough one at that. It had gotten to the point where he got out of bed and went downstairs to watch infomercials so he wouldn't disturb Derek with his tossing and turning. His eyes hurt and his head was pounding and the TV was doing nothing to distract him from the frustration of not being able to sleep.
His gaze went towards the stairs. He knew one thing that made him sleep, at least for a little while. But Derek was sleeping soundly upstairs and it'd be rude to wake him up.
He waffled with the idea until the temptation became too much (because it didn't take all that much to get him in the mood, even tired as he was) and he got up to head upstairs.
[For Derek and SP and I can tell you now it'll be nws. Shut up, we have to get it out of the way before more trauma happens]
His gaze went towards the stairs. He knew one thing that made him sleep, at least for a little while. But Derek was sleeping soundly upstairs and it'd be rude to wake him up.
He waffled with the idea until the temptation became too much (because it didn't take all that much to get him in the mood, even tired as he was) and he got up to head upstairs.
[For Derek and SP and I can tell you now it'll be nws. Shut up, we have to get it out of the way before more trauma happens]
