Oh god, a New Year’s fic in July… Can you tell how long I’ve had this in my drafts folder?? I forgot it was there until today. And now it’s finally finished.
Thirty minutes to the new year, Stiles is downing his third margarita, trying to figure out if the room is spinning or it’s just the disco lights, and thinking about not staying until midnight after all — it’s a company party, why did he ever think it would be a good idea to spend his New Year’s Eve at a company party? — and that’s about when someone approaches the drinks bar. Approaches and stops, hovering just on the edge of his peripheral vision.
Stiles lowers his glass and turns very slowly, and it’s Derek Hale. Oh god. Stiles recognizes him, of course. He has to walk by Derek’s desk every morning. Well, he doesn’t have to, but… technicalities.
Derek is quiet. He always keeps his head down and never says anything to anybody, but Stiles asked around, his first day on the job, until he found out the guy’s name. Stiles can’t really explain it. There are a lot of attractive people in his life, attractive people he has actually spoken to and not just eyed from a distance, but Derek has this… this quiet intensity and incredible work ethic, paired with a really obvious shyness and arm muscles the size of Stiles’ thigh, and, well. It was inevitable, really.