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robinonadderall) wrote2014-03-30 09:41 am
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Mansion of Tiredness | Sunday Morning
After coming to in the woods yesterday Stiles made his way to the mansion, ignoring Derek's annoyed growls as he flopped down on the bed. He was too tired to deal with wolfy disapproval. The day was saved and he was fine, okay? No disapproval needed.
Now he was sound asleep, arm around what he thought was a cuddly wolf buddy. He was wrong. So, so wrong.
[For Derek first and then anybody else that lives there/wants to stop by after he's awake]
Now he was sound asleep, arm around what he thought was a cuddly wolf buddy. He was wrong. So, so wrong.
[For Derek first and then anybody else that lives there/wants to stop by after he's awake]
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This was not helping anything.
"Kitchen," he said, trying and failing to not look at Stiles in his bed with pleasure.
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"Kitchen, right," he said, scrambling out of the bed. He slept with his clothes on. Like his actual clothes, he had been that tired last night. "I'll just go down there."
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And thank god for that, Stiles. The last they need needed right now was mutual nudity. Sweet, wonderful, mutual nudity...
Damn it.
Derek took a deep breath before following after him like a man on a mission for coffee.
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Ugh it was too early to be this turned on.
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Derek turned to give him a look for that before going to make that coffee. And not think about whatever it was setting Stiles off. Because someone wasn't wearing underwear and only a pair of loose pants. Things would be obvious and terrible.
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"I'm not a wolf anymore," Derek agreed, pushing the start button on the coffee maker.
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This meant a giant box of cereal.
"I told you my anchor wasn't working as well anymore."
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And he was well aware how bad a choice having a person as an anchor was. So, so aware.
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"This," he muttered, head in the fridge so he couldn't see Stiles' reaction.
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"Are you okay with this?" Not that it seemed like Derek had much of a choice whether he was okay with it or not. It's not like you could help how you felt.
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"It's too much to put on someone," he, well, mostly told himself.
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Derek sighed, finally moving away from the fridge. "Say that again after you graduate."
And maybe he'll start believing it.
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"It's when we'll date. For real," Derek pointed out.
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