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Not At All Creepy Mansion | Thursday Evening

Stiles had put enough together from radio and vague texts to know that Derek had not been having a very good week. So it was time for an impromptu date. That mostly consisted of him buying a few pizzas and showing up at the house. Romance wasn't his forte, okay?

The fact that one of those pizzas was meat lovers was romantic enough, okay?

[For Derek and anybody else in the house/feels like stopping by]

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Aaaaand then Derek flushed. Are you happy now, Stiles?

"We could see if they're accurate."

"For science," he said with a nod. "Wasn't that stoned!you's excuse for doing dirty things?"

Derek groaned at that, wishing he could smother himself with a pillow. "I should have known you'd bring that up."

Stiles smiled. "I thought it was very cute."

"You would," Derek muttered, slowly remembering some of the conversation. "And you didn't believe me about the attractive thing."

"Does it matter if I believe you or not?" he asked.

"Kinda," Derek replied, twisting in place to give him a serious once over. "Why don't you believe me?"

He shrugged. "Nobody else found me attractive before. Well nobody that didn't die soon after."

"Haven't died so far," Derek replied dryly.

"Fine, you find me attractive," he said with a sigh. "Even though I don't understand it."

"If it helps, I don't know why you like anything other than my looks," Derek said with a snort. Because, let's be real. He wasn't terribly friendly or nice or even fun.

But he was leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

Stiles kissed Derek back and was smiled when he pulled away. "Your dry humor is what I like best. The way your ass looks in those ridiculously tight pants you wear is secondary."

Derek had to laugh at that, keeping a hand on Stiles' arm like he was reluctant to completely disengage like he ought to. "I like your sarcasm," he ventured. "And your hands."

There were inappropriate fantasies about those hands.

He lifted his eyebrows. "My hands?"

He had a weird fixation here, it was true.

"Yeah," Derek said, clearing his throat as he leaning back against the arm of the couch. He waved at the offending hands like that helped explain it. "I thought about your hands on me."

Stiles looked down at his hands. He didn't see anything special about them. "Well you'll get that soon enough."

Hell yeah he would. And it wouldn't be awkward at all!

Derek rolled his eyes at Stiles still not believing him. "Mike's birthday is this weekend."

AND THEY WERE KICKING HIM OUT.

"It is?" He was a fail friend. "We're kicking him out on his birthday?"

"I'm making him a cake."

And he didn't have to watch more of their awkward mating dance. Which was totally a gift, right?

"I feel bad now." But not bad enough to do anything about it.

"You could get him a gift."

See how broken up about this they were?

"Little late for that, don't you think?"

"...no."

Because there would be cake, Stiles.

"Gifts take time and I kind of suck at getting them." His strategy of buying a whole store and picking something out of the pile takes time!

Derek sighed. "I can say the cake is from both of us."

With the side note that Stiles had nothing to do with the baking process.

Also, oh god, they were already that old married couple who bickered about things all the time. They'd been this for so long, there was no other way!

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