It’s on the hot summer nights when the stars seem to shine their brightest and the air seems its freshest that Stiles and Derek take the opportunity to go down to the lake. No pack around, or worries of monsters lurking around the corners, and no fears about the risk of losing someone you love as you sleep restlessly that night. On those hot summer nights, Stiles and Derek strip out of their clothes and dip into the cool lake hidden deep in the Beacon Hills Forest.
They pepper soft kisses on their exposed skin with soft spoken words of love, and remind themselves that they are here and they are alive with a purpose of appreciating every small moment they have with each other.
And in the peak of these soft moments, Stiles’ back pressed on Derek’s warm chest; with the night sky that seems so dark but their bodies are still illuminated by the milky full moon that shines down on them.
They are reminded that they are alive.
And with the glide of wet skin against each other, the comforting lull of their breaths mingling with the air around them, and their hands intertwined with each other.
They are reminded that they are allowed to love and be loved.