It doesn’t happen the way Derek expects it to.
Not that he spends a lot of time daydreaming about what his and Stiles’ first kiss is going to be like, because he doesn’t. He probably would if it hadn’t been for how he keeps denying himself that train of thought like a plague.
He knows how Stiles feels; has known for a while now. The way his heart skips a beat even at the simplest touch, the way his eyes linger whenever they spot each other from across the room. It’s not just attraction, because if it was Derek would’ve been scared. Well, more scared than he already is, because the fact that Stiles’ heart pounds with something as warm and soft as affection for him is downright terrifying.
And he knows how he feels. He feels vulnerable.
But the few times when he does think about it – those lonely nights when he’s on the brink of sleep and can’t keep himself from going down that road no matter how hard he tries not to – he pictures it being desperate. On the edge of a battlefield, after they’ve survived another fight, when he’s too exhausted and relieved to keep his guard up. He pictures himself hauling Stiles in by the collar of his shredded shirt and slamming their lips together. Because they can, because they’re alive, and because it’s what they want.
Derek expects their first kiss to taste of blood, because that’s who they are.
That’s not how it happens.
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Hi. I'm wondering if you have any fluffy pack fics to help me get over what Ty Posey said about the Sterek fandom... I would really enjoy it!