38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
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“You fainted…straight into my arms.” Stiles stated, watching the alpha, while contemplating something. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“Yes, getting stabbed by a wolfsbane laced knife was my way of getting your attention” Derek deadpanned, rolling his eyes before looking back down at his book; wondering why their witch hunt yesterday had come into conversation.
“I feel privileged you went through all that effort” Stiles smirked at him, nudging the alpha’s knee with his foot. Derek looked at Stiles’ foot and then to his face, trying to work out how long they had been so tactile, giving Stiles the impression it was okay to be so openly touchy with him. He’d never admit it, but he would miss it if Stiles stopped doing it. Derek cleared his throat and closed his book, putting it on the coffee table before getting up to walk to the kitchen area.
“Hey, what’s up?” Stiles asked as he entered the space, touching Derek’s forearm; his fingertips igniting Derek’s skin. He flinched and immediately regretted it as Stiles retracted his hand. Derek sighed heavily, trying to think of something to say. He didn’t need to think for long as it was Stiles who broke the silence.
“You know, there are easier ways of getting my attention” Stiles commented. Derek turned to look at him, all his words hitting a block in his mind. Derek just stared as Stiles bought his hand up and placed it on Derek’s side, tracing the now non-existent wound there.
“I thought it was gonna be a lot worse than it was you know, I didn’t think you’d heal” Stiles said, pulling his hand away and looking Derek in the eye. “Kind of made me wish I had done something sooner”
“It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault” Derek tried to reassure him, not knowing why Stiles was blaming himself for Derek getting hurt, when Stiles was the one who managed to throw the knife to Allison in time to kill the witch.
“That’s not what I’m… look Derek what I’m trying to say is –” He cut himself off by moving forward and placing his lips against Derek’s briefly, lingering a moment before pulling away. Derek stared back at the gorgeous whiskey eyed man in front of him, trying to get his mind to catch up.
He watched as Stiles darted his tongue out to wet his lip and it felt like his thoughts came crashing through like a tidal wave. He moved in and kissed Stiles again, more fiercely than Stiles had kissed him, parting his mouth and tracing his tongue against Stiles’ lower lip, wanting to gain entrance into the mouth he had wanted for so long.
He felt Stiles’ hand come up to rest against the nape of his neck, the other in his hair. Derek held onto Stiles’ hip and cradled his face with the other hand, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb. When they parted, Stiles just looked up at him, his eyes bright.
“Is that what you had in mind?” Derek smirked, swiping his thumb down Stiles’ jaw, his other hand resting underneath the hem of Stiles’ batman shirt, tracing the smooth skin above his hipbone.
“Totally what I was going for” Stiles smirked before linking his hands together behind Derek’s neck. “Think we could try that again?” Derek just smirked leaning back in to nip at Stiles’ neck, tracing his tongue across the shell of his ear.
“Or that, that works too” Stiles said slightly more high pitched, before pulling Derek’s mouth to his, giving Derek the chance to chuckle slightly before kissing him again.