No longer ghost-filled mansion | Sunday afternoon

[robinonadderall]

So the ghost thing was....a thing. A truly disturbing thing that he never wanted to deal with again. Sure, it hadn't caused as quite as much destruction as the nogitsune had but it still had freaked Stiles out and made him feel gross afterwards. And he hadn't even been the one possessed.

He had to go back to school tomorrow 'cause finals started on Monday but he was taking as much time as he could today to make sure Derek was okay. It involved a lot of clinging.

[For Derek!]

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[robinonadderall]

"I'll do my best," he promised. "You're so blatant with your love of carrying me."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes because Stiles was totally lying if he said he didn't enjoy it too. "Would you prefer to be carried princess style?"

[robinonadderall]

"No, this is better." Less degrading somehow. "Too bad I can't return the favor."

[justlurkinghere]

"Werewolf," Derek replied like that was an excuse. He deposited Stiles on the vanity, starting the tub that was definitely only built for one person at a time.

[robinonadderall]

"We're gonna try to squeeze in there again, huh?" It had barely worked the last time.

[justlurkinghere]

"I have a plan this time." It would not make it better. Let's be real.

[robinonadderall]

"A plan, huh?" He looked very amused by that. "Gonna share what it is?"

[justlurkinghere]

Stiles. Stiles. Think of all of Derek's past 'plans' here.

Derek raised his eyebrows, getting the overly expensive bubble bath poured out. "After you're clean."

[robinonadderall]

"Why do I feel like getting clean is only going to end up with me getting dirty again?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"Would I do that to you?"

A resounding yes.

[robinonadderall]

"Absolutely," he said, hopping off the vanity. "I don't think there's been a time when that hasn't happened in here together."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm sure it happened at least once," Derek insisted wrongly. He scraped a little more if the dried mess on Stiles' stomach once he was close enough.

[robinonadderall]

"Hey, I may have wanted to keep that there." He did not.

[justlurkinghere]

"I could replace it."

And that was why they weren't able to do things in the bathroom without sex.

[robinonadderall]

He snickered. "I thought that was part of your devious plan anyway."

[justlurkinghere]

"My devious plan," Derek said, rolling his eyes so very hard. "Was to get you in the tub."

He looked at the slowly fillibg tub, then back at Stiles. Tub. Stiles. Eyebrows doing that bunched up caterpillar thing they did when Derek communicated silently.

[robinonadderall]

He laughed, moving towards the tub. "Okay, okay, I'll get in the tub."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek preened just a little that he was being listened to. For a change.

Then crowded after him to make sure no one brained themselves getting in. He knew you, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Hey, he could get in a tub without hurting himself! Case in point: right now. "I'm glad you added in the bubbles without me having to ask."

'Cause bubbles were the best.

[justlurkinghere]

The moment Derek didn't stay vigilant, is the moment that someone ended up with a concussion. And he wasn't going to explain to Sheriff Stilinski what happened there.

"I listen."

Sonetimes.

[robinonadderall]

"I know you do," he said, settling down into the tub and trying to adjust to the warm water on sensitive bits. "We really need a bigger tub."

[justlurkinghere]

"So, if I get one before Christmas," Derek replied thoughtfully. "Would it count as a gift?"

[robinonadderall]

"You would seriously buy a new tub?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I'd look into it."

Yes. Yes, he would.

[robinonadderall]

"You don't need to do that." Even though he had the feeling Derek was going to do it anyway. "So what was your big plan to make this comfortable?"