Take My Love
So, I have always thought of Sterek as Zoe/Wash but I saw this prompt at 5am yesterday morning and then the whole fic was dumped in my head.
So, here, a “small ficlet” 7k Firefly AU! (Rated E too- oh god, this is a disaster.)
Derek has seen Stiles in a lot of outfits.
He’s seen him in a formal three piece suit, perfectly tailored and complimented by a pocket square and bow tie as Stiles attends fancy dinners with his clients. He’s seen him in a long, silk robe, belted loosely at the waist, that seems to always want to slide off Stiles’ shoulders. Once, he saw Stiles in nothing but tight black panties and combat boots and he suspects Stiles refused to cover up as a way of teaching him a lesson about just barging into his quarters without knocking.
Most often though, with clients, Stiles wears tight, soft black leather pants, without a shirt or shoes and it’s simple, but the effect is still devastating. The black makes his pale skin stand out and matches the eyeliner that Stiles usually wears and the black stud earrings and the fact that he is always barefoot somehow adds to the whole look. If he has time and is in the right mood, he’ll add drawn, dark makeup that curls around his arms, dark patterns that imitate the tattoos the Companion Registry will never allow him to get.
However, Derek’s favorite is how Stiles looks now.
He is wearing loose, comfortable gray sweatpants and a baggy green t-shirt that Derek thinks used to be Scott’s and he’s still barefoot (even though Derek has told him a hundred times that he should not be walking around the ship barefoot.)
His hair isn’t gelled into its usual modern style so it forms soft curls around his ears and he’s not wearing earrings right then, except for the silver hoop up by his cartilage that he never takes off. The black fingernail polish he wears is chipped and as Derek watches, Stiles looks away from Scott to pick at it some more, smiling in satisfaction when he scrapes away a large chunk from his thumb.
“You better not be getting that stuff all over my floor,” Derek grumbles as he enters the kitchen. Stiles looks up to roll his eyes at him but he’s smirking in a fond way.