I keep thinking of full moons and how when there's an eclipse werewolves lose their powers but sometimes there's partial eclipses and so it's like do they still have their strength? Or can they just open really tough pickle jars?? How often does stiles take the opportunity to mark Derek up during the partial eclipse because he doesnt heal as quickly?? I have so many questions!
This is too fucking good Nonnie, and I know you didn’t ask for this but you really sparked my muse!
Stiles jumped at bit at the sudden voice in his ear, the body heat of another warmed his back, and hands covered his own only to remove the jar from his grasp. The tightly packed jam jar strained against the force Derek was putting on it’s lid…
…but it wasn’t opening in .25 seconds. It took Derek a second to actually open it and it seemed like a small struggle if he was being honest.
“What is wrong with you? Are you sick? Dying?” Stiles asked, taking the jar away and setting it down before focusing back on his boyfriend.
The Hale-Glare-Eyebrows-Of-Doom™ were pointed directly at him, all furrowed and drawn in like something personally offended him, “I’m not dying Stiles–”
“Then why did you semi-struggle to open the jar?”
“Did you forget what day it is?” Derek asked.
Stiles paused, thinking if he’d missed anything important, “uh…it’s Tuesday?”
“The the partial lunar eclipse.”
There was a moment of silence before Stiles just straight up pinched Derek on his arm, and hard. Two things happened; Derek actually seemed in pain and beneath where he’d pinched him a small dark mark was appearing and not fading. In fact it looked like it was bruising.
“Stiles, what the fuck?” Derek winced, rubbing at his arm.
“Dude you’re not healing–”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“–but it’s not a full lunar eclipse so you’re not powerless, what can you do other than get pinched?” Stiles asked, way more curious about this than his sandwich.
Derek stepped back, leaning his hip against the counter, with his eyes flashing blue for a split second, “I can do the fangs, claws and eyes…but the hearing, smell, healing, and strength are weaker for tonight.”
Stiles felt his face lift in shock, his eyebrows meshing with his hairline as he soaked in the new information. He kind of forgot about the lunar eclipses after the Darach thing, and he didn’t even consider partial eclipses being able to affect werewolves.
He was about to ask how it all worked when another more scandalous thought popped into his mind. His face drew back in a smirk, and Derek shrank a little. The guy was probably worried considering he couldn’t rely on his senses anymore to tell what Stiles was feeling.
“So…lets say we go up to the bedroom right now…are you saying I could mark you up and it would stay?” Stiles asked.
The growl that radiated through the room was more than an answer. Somehow they found themselves upstairs in bed, catching their breath after probably the hottest sex they’ve ever had. For the first time ever they were both marked up with bruises, welts, and if Stiles raked his fingernails down Derek’s back for good measure…well they’ll heal tomorrow.
“Have I ever told you that you look hot like this?” Stiles asked, admiring the trail of hickies along Derek’s neck and collarbone.
Derek rolled his eyes playfully, “I’ll make sure to clear my schedule for the next eclipse.”
Damn Nonnie, you know how to get a girl writing :D