An Olive Garden on the Mainland | Tuesday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Derek had wanted a classier date than Denny's tonight and Stiles gave it to him. The classiest unlimited breadsticks in town.

Stiles had been waiting for this date all week, not just because of the food (though he was pretty excited about his chicken parm), but because of inappropriate totally not safe for work things that were going on tonight. Just knowing what was going on in Derek's pants right now was making him all giddy and excitable.

It'd be kind of weird just saying they were on a date for dirty stuff. So Stiles chose to pretend they were celebrating him removing the bandage off his new tattoo. He was wearing short sleeves and no other layers for once and kept glancing down at the French wrapped around his wrist every few minutes.

[For one! Guess who it is. Go on, guess]

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[robinonadderall]

"Good point." He kept his window down a little just for that reason. Not that it would help much. Poor Scott.

[justlurkinghere]

So much crying.

"I think you mentioned carrying."

[robinonadderall]

"I did," he said. "You up for it?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek gave him a look, letting his eyebrows express how up to the challenge he was. Then he got out of the car to wait for Stiles to scramble after him.

It was adorable.

[robinonadderall]

And scramble Stiles did! All the around to where Derek was to look at him expectantly. "Well?"

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smiled at him, quick and genuine before he scooped Stiles up to toss over his shoulder to start walking toward the house.

Really, he should have specified what a bridal/princess carry really was.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles started laughing, smacking Derek on the ass. "This was not what I had in mind."

[justlurkinghere]

"I could let you walk on your own," Derek offered.

[robinonadderall]

"We can't have that," Stiles said, shaking his head. "I'll deal with this. This is princess-y enough."

[justlurkinghere]

"Maybe my gift for you should be a dress," Derek replied. "Then you can feel like the princess you are."

[robinonadderall]

"Maybe you can get me a nightie," he said, grinning. "A red riding hood themed one."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted, shifting his hold on Stiles to carry him like he'd originally asked. "Maybe I will."

[robinonadderall]

"You'd love to see my ass in a fluffy skirt," he said, sliding one of his arms over Derek's shoulder.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek grinned at that, eyes bleeding red to show he would not be opposed to it. "Maybe."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles leaned up to give Derek a kiss (he trusted Derek's ability to keep his balance). "You're kinky."

[justlurkinghere]

"You started it."

Yes. All Stiles' fault.

[robinonadderall]

"How?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Surveys." And he was just so lucky they were coming up on the house now.

[robinonadderall]

He smiled. "I'm not seeing how my survey got you to want to see me in a skirt. And maybe a garter."

Now he was just being a jerk.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek might have tripped over air at that. But he caught himself and Stiles before anything could happen. "You're a brat."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles threw his head back and laughed. Because he was indeed a brat.

[justlurkinghere]

That got him dropped in front of the door. Carefully, carefully dropped.

Well, okay, it was really more of a fake out so that Stiles would stand up before he could get hurt. Shut up.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles made an embarrassing little noise of shock when he got dropped, even though he was well aware Derek wouldn't let him fall. "I thought you were taking me upstairs!"

[justlurkinghere]

"I can't open the door with you in my arms, can I?"

[robinonadderall]

"I could have opened it." And made it way more difficult than it needed to be.