Happy Sterek Week!
There are a million ways to say ‘I love you’ and they have made a silent pact to find every single one of them that is not actually saying those three words.
Stiles says it by remembering that Derek likes his coffee with two little cups of cream and a spoonful of cane sugar.
Derek says it by waking Stiles up with a soft nuzzle thirty seconds before his alarm goes off so that Stiles’ day starts with warmth and love instead of harsh tones.
It is understood that it is what Stiles means when he volunteers to clean the bathroom before it truly needs it, because Derek’s nose is sensitive to the cleaners.
It is understood that it is what Derek means when he tucks Stiles up against his chest on the couch and lets him pick terrible end-of-the-world flicks to watch for the night.
Their friends hear it when they are all together and Stiles lets his knuckles rest comfortably next to Derek’s on the table while he listens to someone’s newest idea.
Their friends hear it when they catch Derek watching Stiles’ every move with a soft smile that doesn’t seem out of place anymore.
Stiles doesn’t need to say it when he’s got Derek wrapped up in his arms, head tucked under his chin and Derek’s arm flopped over his waist. Derek can feel it in the thrum of his heart under his fingertips.
Derek doesn’t need to say it when he brings warm french toast with crushed strawberries and whipped cream to Stiles in bed the next morning. Stiles can feel it in the soft kiss Derek presses to his cheek.
They say it with every warm smile they trade. They say it with every kiss, every brush of fingers, every bump of their shoulders. They say it in the morning by the way they share their spaces, and in the evening by the way they share the stories of their day. They say it when they are together as their eyes gravitate toward one another and they say it when they are apart when their thoughts do the same.
They say it in a million ways, every day, without ever saying a word.