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[robinonadderall]

Stiles woke up dazed and feeling sick to his stomach early in the morning, while it was still dark. It had taken some time to really believe that he was control of his body again and it wasn't some trick by the nogitsune. Eventually he began to realize that this was real and for now the threat of hurting people was shelved momentarily.

Which was when the guilt started flowing. He had killed people, a lot of people. Blown up the sheriff's station, hurt Coach, got one Derek and Chris Argent arrested and tortured Scott and the person that meant the most to him. He couldn't even call Derek himself to let him know he was back to himself, he had to get his dad to do it. He wanted to give Derek the option to never talk to him again if he wanted it.

After assuring Scott, Lydia and his father that he was okay, he holed himself up in his room. He had already made a decision on how to keep everyone safe from himself, he just needed to set everything up. He knew people weren't going to be happy about it, but it was the best he could come up with.

[NFB due to distance and for one!]

Comments

[robinonadderall]

"Until now," he agreed, kissing Derek again. "Speaking of leather, the other you is kind of in jail right now so I'm pretty sure the loft's open for clothes stealing if you need it."

[justlurkinghere]

"Tomorrow," Derek agreed. "Not moving today."

Some hardcore snuggling there.

[robinonadderall]

"That an order?" Stiles asked lightly.

[justlurkinghere]

"Suggestion," Derek countered, rubbing his face against Stiles' shoulder.

[robinonadderall]

"I might take you up on it," he said, kissing Derek's shoulder. "My dad might want us down for dinner at some point."

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe just for that," Derek said, just touching Stiles now. They usually had this lead into sex, but this? The closeness was better at the moment.

[robinonadderall]

"Okay," he said, making himself more comfortable against Derek. "Sounds like a plan."