So Stiles does, look at the card I mean. So, even though Stiles is not half in love with Elle, not like he is with Derek which is an even better kept secret than the dance crew thing , his choice of venue for Friday night is kind of already decided. Stiles goes home with a smile on his face. And not threatening me, and threatening people is like his thing! As soon as Derek left the apartment, Stiles pushed my legs away and sat in the couch, putting my legs up again over his lap. As much as Stiles likes to climb Derek like a tree, he likes to just lie in bed with him. Just then, the metal door began to slide open.
Unless his pack can convince him otherwise. So they went to the loft, and Stiles took care of Derek. His dad was the sheriff and he was a student at Beacon Hills Community College. Scared, my boyfriend tugged at my arm as he hid behind me. I knew he was getting really fed up with the whole situation, though.
Derek, Lydia, and Kira sat together. I have a big weakness for wooing and date fics, but this one was on a whole other level. Stiles made him dinner, and answered his questions. And besides, dance is almost like therapy for Stiles. So here are my recs for Sterek fics! I think maybe Derek has a crush on me. Shouldn't be too hard, you've been swooning over Lydia for the past ten years.
Stiles tries not to fidget too much, has to somehow contain the millions of things he needs to say to Scott right that second, because Finstock has fallen off the rage wagon and spends the class ranting about short attention spans or something. In the beams the spitting rain looks like fireflies. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. Sometimes they don't talk at all and Stiles spends hours in bed with Derek with his ear pressed to Derek's chest. I know how to knit, I do it, sometimes I sell the stuff. Better than Lydia's method of complete and total humiliation by pretending Stiles doesn't exist.
When his own pack refuses to accept this change, opting to ignore him, he makes it a personal goal to show them just how independent he can be. But no one really knows this because they don't see it. Well, not home, but in his country of origin at least, in his home state, just a three hour drive to Beacon Hills, to his home and Scott. And he even thinks that he is probably going to get away with it, an apology to Derek, a white lie about his dad needing him… everything is going to be fine. He looks kind of young, in the dim light.
He's at home admiring Uhura's dress by the time his phone buzzes. He can't think of anyone qualified to teach that class, though, so maybe not. Look what that bastard did to him! Stiles, however, is about to teach a whole lot more. Something that is theirs that no one else can have. Captain Kirk is fighting a giant lizard on screen with might be a piece of bamboo. The rest of him is flailing incoherently at the suggestion that Derek Hale might actually want him for perverted bestiality purposes. But more often than not it's slow and intense.
You know these are probably all fake marks. A different take on Season 3A, set after 'Fireflies'. He wanders over to Stiles' desk and flicks restlessly through some of the papers there. Derek likes it slow and intimate. Thank you for your lovely comment! It's practically how he says hello. I just started talking about how I was going to see you and, I don't know, I guess I could smell it on him.
Derek was perfect without making it up to him. Oh, god, does he want to bite me? Hey, does Beacon Hills have a leather fetish club? Sometimes it's rough and needy, usually after an attack on the pack or Stiles gets hurt. There's something wild in the movement of his limbs. Nothing about Derek feels natural. Stiles can never guess what he's thinking, which is uncomfortable. Which is Jackson knowing that he dances.
By noon his dad is hollering up the stairs about lunch being served and Stiles decides the needs of his stomach and bladder outweigh the needs of his mind to be unconscious, so he drags himself up and out without looking down at the empty space beside his bed. Which, now that Stiles thinks about it… having a large chunk of time every week where nobody, including his father, knows where he is probably violates that rule in a very big way. The sacrifices terrify Stiles, still a virgin, always afraid he'll be next. He wishes he'd saved some of the fries from dinner, and zones out a bit trying to backtrack his dream -- Lydia was there, right? He sighed and dropped his shoulders down since they had been tense and stiff the whole time. He sent a clumsy smile in my direction and I sweetly grinned at him. Stiles listens to his heart beat while Derek traces patterns on his bare back with light brushes of his finger tips.
Captain Kirk gets beamed back to the ship, impressively still in one piece. Stiles takes one look at him and promptly bursts into laughter. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new. If it helps, there is a happy ending. Stiles rolls over to peer down at him there.