No Name House | Tuesday Morning

[robinonadderall]

What was the point of spring break if you had tests right after it was over? Stiles should be sleeping until noon and playing video games until he couldn't see straight but, no, he was in the living room with a textbook open. And of course it was for his stupid "Statistics for Criminology and Criminal Justice" course. Who invited math to this degree?

This spring break was laaaaaaaaaaame.

[For the fiance and/or others who want to call/text/visit]

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed, rolling his hips into that. "Maybe some exercise?"

That was totally innocent, right?

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled. "So you're thinking of my well being, huh?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Isn't that what I'm always thinking of?" Derek asked, leaning in for another kiss.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles kissed Derek back, arching up off the couch to try to get closer to him. It'd be romantic if it weren't for the ass groping.

[justlurkinghere]

The ass groping was their level of romantic. The only way could be more romantic is if someone was wearing handcuffs.

"Don't know if this is chore," Derek muttered, running his fingers through Stiles' hair.

[robinonadderall]

"It's definitely not a chore for me," Stiles said. "Never."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek hummed and smiled at that because he was still a sappy, sappy man. "I thought domesticity was supposed to kill our sex drive."

[robinonadderall]

"I think that's marriage," he said, sliding his hands up Derek's back. "Our sex lives will be gone after that."

[justlurkinghere]

"Thankfully that's a few years off," Derek replied, letting go of him just long enough to tug his own shirt off.

[robinonadderall]

"I thought you were ready to get married?" he teased.

[justlurkinghere]

"Oh, did you want to stop?" Derek made like he was going to get off Stiles' lap to give him his wish.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles laughed, grabbing at Derek's hips. "I didn't say that."

[justlurkinghere]

"We can go get married right now," Derek assured him, only just barely resisting Stiles' grip. Enough to make it interesting. "It might upset our families, though."

[robinonadderall]

"You'd never go through with it," Stiles said. "Not when you've already picked out the colors for the wedding--and I know you have even though you claim to have nothing planned yet."

[justlurkinghere]

"I have a Pinterest board." It wasn't the same thing. Really. "But I could be spontaneous about this."

He really could not.

[robinonadderall]

"You have a Pinterest board." That was answer enough that Derek could not be spontaneous about this.

[justlurkinghere]

"A lot of people have them!"

[robinonadderall]

"It's cute!" Stiles insisted.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek huffed in annoyance. "I'm your outfit to a white tuxedo."

Like that would stop Stiles from being Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

"I'll wear whatever you want me to, dear," Stiles said, running his hands up Derek's chest. "I want you to have your dream wedding."

[justlurkinghere]

"Really ugly bowties," he added, only moderately soothed by the touching. But it was enough to tug on Stiles' shirt.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm so in support of that." Now look what you did, Derek. He had opinions on things. Horrible opinions.

[justlurkinghere]

"...really?" HE MADE A POOR CHOICE.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded. "Uglier the better. It'd be funny."

This was your fault, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Why did he continue to make these choices?

"If you wear an ugly bowtie, I'm spending our honeymoon alone."