Mansion of Tiredness | Sunday Morning

[robinonadderall]

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]

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[robinonadderall]

"And the last three months have been...?" You might want to choose your words carefully, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

He would choose nothing carefully!

Instead he moved forward, setting the gallon of milk down next to Stiles on the counter. "I don't know," he admitted. "My track record with healthy relationships is..."

He shook his head.

"I want better for you. With you."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed and moved one of his hands to curl around the back of Derek's neck. "Then would you please trust me to know how I'm feeling? 'Cause the way you keep talking it feels like you think I'm going to get distracted by something shiny and leave you in a hot second and I'm not that kind of person."

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't want this to be one of the things you regret," Derek replied, putting his hands down on the counter, flanking Stiles's hips. He leaned his head forward in an easy submission.

[robinonadderall]

"I won't," he said, rubbing the back of Derek's neck. "Please trust me on this."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek breathed in, closing his eyes. "You're cheating," he muttered.

Because of his crippling weakness to being pet. Oh, and basic affection.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled. "Can't help that you're easy."

[justlurkinghere]

"This is easy," Derek drawled, tilting his head to give Stiles an amused look.

[robinonadderall]

"Too bad I can't determine if you're easy in other ways for another few weeks," he said. "I guess this'll have to do until then."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek flushed at that. "When we're both ready."

See how he included himself in it? That was progress!

[robinonadderall]

"We've still got to have that talk first," he said. "But not today, I mean. I have to prepare."

Fill out some paperwork. Yes, paperwork would be involved.

"To be honest I feel like I could nap for, like, fifty years. I went through time and space yesterday. Not joking."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek looked very confused at the preparing part, but nodded obligingly.

"Better than dying," Derek said, kissing him quickly on the cheek like the terrible person he was. Then pushed himself away to get Stiles' coffee prepared.

[robinonadderall]

"Now who's cheating?" Stiles said with amusement. "I'll have you know that I was not in danger at all and your growling last night was completely uncalled for."

[justlurkinghere]

"You sat on my tail," Derek sniffed, shoving the coffee cup at Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I did not!" Stiles said, accepting the coffee gratefully. "You're a dirty liar."

[justlurkinghere]

"Prove it."

This was an appropriate follow up to emotional revelations.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. "You know that I can't. But I have the knowledge of your history of flying off the handle when I try to help anybody do anything that might be remotely dangerous."

[justlurkinghere]

"When you go alone," Derek muttered, having his own coffee. Oh, how he'd missed it.

[robinonadderall]

"I've hardly ever done a dangerous thing alone," he said. "Or did you mean without you?"

[justlurkinghere]

Maybe. Shut up.

It was also disturbingly possessive. So, there was that.

"You died the last time."

[robinonadderall]

"That was my choice," he said. "It would have happened whether you were there or not."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek turned away, shrugging as he drank his coffee with singleminded devotion.

[robinonadderall]

"Sorry," he said. "I can't guarantee that you'll be there every time something like that comes up. It's not like you can make me the same promise."

[justlurkinghere]

"You're--" More important. "--it doesn't matter."

[robinonadderall]

"Fine, it doesn't matter," he said, waving his hand. "We could be married with kids and we'd still be having this fight."