robinonadderall | Mansion Of Sadness But Not Creepiness

"Stiles. I mean it."

"I know you do." Stiles was just worried about what it would take to make Derek feel like it wasn't worth it. He took on a lot of pain and grief that he shouldn't have to.

Derek gave into those Nicholas Sparks urges, pushing up from the bed to come up behind Stiles and hug him. "You didn't give up on me when I was an asshole to you."

"There's a pretty big difference between that and this," he said even as he was leaning back against Derek. "Besides, I was an asshole to you too."

"Not that different," Derek muttered, turning his head to sniff at Stiles' neck. "Other than I was in control of myself when I hurt you."

"I was in control of myself." At least through the last bit of it when he felt like he did the most damage.

He put his hands over Derek and didn't bring up the sniffing thing. It was kind of nice and normal. You know. For them.

Deal with his sniffing. Deal with it.

"We'll take things slow again," he suggested, relaxing against Stiles. "Deal with what's happening."

Stiles huffed again. "'Cause we did so well with slow the first time."

"Slow with the relationship," Derek huffed, though there was amusement in there. "Sex isn't a relationship."

He totally read that in a self help book.

"Right. Of course it's not," he said, craning his neck to look back at Derek. "We can take that slow too if you want. We haven't had sex in like a month anyway."

He was starting to think maybe the sex had been a figment of his imagination.

Derek made a grumbling noise in his chest that was probably like a growl as he twisted around to Stiles' front for a kiss.

Stiles made a surprised noise against Derek's mouth, obviously not expecting that. He got with the program quickly, however, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck. It was good to put that tension and frustration to something that wasn't fighting for once.

There was that! As long as they didn't try to think it fixed things.

"You are still who I want," Derek muttered between kisses. "Who I'm in love with."

"I love you too," he murmured, pressing himself against Derek as much as he could. His hands wandered up to bury themselves into Derek's hair, being gentle and not tugging like he might've before.

Derek followed that example, kissing back gently. He ran his hands down Stiles' sides, light and soft. "You're perfect."

Stiles winced, pulling back slightly but not letting go of Derek. "You can't say things like that."

Derek huffed, resting his forehead against Stiles'.

"You're annoying and chew with your mouth open." It was true. "But this is different."

He was an overly romantic weirdo.

"How?" he asked, sliding his hands down to cup Derek's face, fingers gently scratching the stubble there.

"I don't know how to put it," Derek said with a little laugh. "I just--being with you like this."

Stiles smiled slightly before leaning in to kiss Derek again. Knowing that Derek wanted this did a lot to encourage Stiles to keep going.

"I can show you," Derek offered quietly, giving him a hesitant smile once they pulled apart again.

He nodded. "Yeah, okay. Show me."

Derek tugged him over toward the bed, leaning in for another kiss. Because it had been a month. A month of thinking he'd never touch Stiles again.

Stiles kissed Derek back, letting Derek tug him wherever he wanted. He wasn't quite ready to take the reigns when it came to sex yet but he was more than happy to let Derek call the shots.

Well, hopefully he was up for some intense prom queen treatment to show how Derek felt about him. Oh yeah.

Derek smiled at him, small but genuine as he pushed Stiles back to lay on the bed.

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