Le Non-Creepy Mansion | Friday Night

[robinonadderall]

Stiles felt like he hadn't really done enough for Derek's birthday. Sure he had ordered Chinese food (and hadn't spilled any carrying it up to the bedroom) and, yeah, he broke out the Die Hard DVD to watch (epitome of romance, right there) but he felt like it wasn't enough. Probably because hadn't gotten (or could afford) a gift that wasn't a homemade card.

Though there was one of those too sitting on the dresser.

Look, he was a college kid, he had to make do with limited resources.

[For the birthday guy and SP]

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[justlurkinghere]

"Not so much," Derek replied dryly. "Kate used them a lot."

Thanks for that, Kate.

[robinonadderall]

"Sorry," he said quietly.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled so he could face him, staying obnoxiously close still. "You're not her."

Which should have be super clear, but he needed to voice out loud.

[robinonadderall]

"I know." He was in no way that psychotic. Unless he happened to be possessed.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek nodded, pressing in for a quick kiss. "I trust you."

[robinonadderall]

"Good. I trust you too," he murmured. "I don't ever want to hurt you."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm really glad we're--that you're here."

Oh god, they're were so sappy after sex.

[robinonadderall]

It was the endorphins. Or something.

"Me too," he said, kissing him again. "You're pretty much the best thing that's happened to me."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek snorted, snuggling the hell out if him. "Likewise."