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]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"Well I do," he said. "And I've got one of you two randomly rolling around in dirt."

He didn't understand canine behavior sometimes.

[justlurkinghere]

"My back itched." That was a damn, dirty lie.

He also did that rolling thing all over Stiles' clothing. But some of that had been as a human, so...

[robinonadderall]

"Uh huh, sure it was," he said. "My dad thought it was adorable."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek groaned at that. "I hate you."

Liiiiiie.