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kiss my lips

the passionately pressed against the wall meme.

your character is minding their own business (or maybe not) when another shoves them up against a wall to kiss them or fuck them. what happens next is up to you.

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"Because--" He cut himself off, staring at Derek with an open mouth as he fished for a reason in his mind as to why he'd come all the way over here. Why he'd hunted him down and tracked him to this crappy motel and why he'd decided that driving here was a good idea.

Why he cared.

"Shut up. I ask the questions." Push.

Yes, because that was how things worked, Stiles.

There was an expectant look as Stiles paused and Derek waited for him to come up with an answer. Because he had to have one. Nobody got in a car and drove that long just to find someone for the sake of yelling at them.

The lack of an answer made him sigh, not moving as he was pushed again.

"Yeah? Then ask. Tell me what you needed to know so bad that you couldn't just call me."

It wasn't like he'd changed his number, after all.

"You left. Why did you leave? Why didn't you tell anyone? How come I had to find out that way? I thought we were--"

He glared at Derek, pushing again to try to get out from between him and the wall.

Derek took a step back at that, eyebrows raised as he stared at him.

"I left because it was better for everybody in Beacon Hills. I told Scott because I thought he was the only person that needed to know and he'd tell the rest of you if he thought it was relevant. And I don't know. Why'd you go to the loft, Stiles? You thought we were what?"

It was a step back, but Stiles still felt trapped against the wall by him. By that stupid questions.

"I thought we were friends. Clearly I was wrong. I guess coming here was a dumb idea. I guess giving a shit and worrying about you was a stupid idea. God..." He pushed at him again, fully intending to walk past and leave now that he'd totally made an ass of himself.

The surprise he felt over what Stiles said was enough to catch him off guard and he just stood there for a second, staring at him as he was pushed. Derek had been expecting to hear something else. That they were allies or they were stuck in everything together or some other ridiculous was of saying he shouldn't go off and abandon the people that he's been around for the past year while they're still dealing with shit.

Hearing that Stiles had worried and was admitting to it was completely out of left field and it took him a second before he moved after Stiles, grabbing him by the arm before he could reach the door. "Don't say that then try to walk out. When did you start considering us friends?"

"Let go," he grunted, pulling at his arm and trying to keep making for the door. This whole thing had exploded in his face. Not that he'd really had much of a plan. 'Go find Derek and--', that had been the gist of it. So yeah, he'd found him. Good for him. Seems he didn't want to be bothered.

Well, Stiles would just leave him to his... whatever the hell he was doing. "It doesn't matter, does it? If you'd thought you had friends, if you'd thought we were friends, you would still have left. So whatever, Derek."

He didn't let go even as Stiles pulled to try to free himself. Instead, Derek tugged him around, trying to bring them face to face again because there was no way he was letting Stiles walk out.

"Yeah, it does matter." Grabbing Stiles' shoulders, he pushed him back against the door, making sure he wasn't actually getting out of it as he crowded in close. "I would've told you I was leaving, Stiles. I would've come to say goodbye. And I would've kept in touch while I've been out here because I do know how to use a goddamn phone."

There was suddenly a lot of Derek in his space. A lot of wolf just there, pushing him into the door and talking to him like he had actual feelings. But he didn't, right? Because if he did, he wouldn't be that freaking blind to everything. "Bullshit."

Yeah, that's right, he called your bluff. "You would have done what you did. I had to find out from Scott, who you probably only told because he's an alpha now. And I'm clearly not, so that makes me expendable, right?"

Derek would admit he'd been pretty adamant about pretending he didn't have feelings before. But that was harder to keep up with after finding out he had more family than just Peter around and admitting to himself that some people in Beacon Hills, more than just Scott, mattered to him a lot more than he'd ever bothered to let them know.

Clearly, he should have done that before leaving.

"I told Scott because I knew that he gave a shit. That's the only reason why he heard it and you didn't." Because why would he announce his leaving town to somebody he expected to be pleased by the news? "What about you? If I'd stayed in town, would you've bothered telling me I mattered to you? Or is this what it took to get you to say it?"

"I shouldn't have had to say it. I figured you had a brain in your head to figure it out. Clearly I was wrong." Yes, Stiles. That's right. Sass the werewolf. Way to prove... anything, really.

But he stuck his chin out stubbornly, trying to glare at him. "If you'd pulled your head out of your ass long enough to notice anything, you would have noticed that."

"What the hell did you expect me to notice? That things you said to me were just a little less biting than usual? Because I don't know what I was supposed to take from something like that."

And that wasn't really mentioning the fact that it was hard to notice things when he spent his time before leaving town getting his ass handed to him by alphas over and over again. There wasn't all that much time to take notice of things between them.

"Hey, I was nice. You were the one trying to exclude me from all the werewolf games. Not my fault, Hale. Did you want a written freaking invitation? 'Dear Derek, I don't hate you anymore. I might even get upset if you died. Stiles'."

"The only reason I excluded you from anything was to keep you from getting yourself killed, Stiles." He sighed, but made no move to back off. Stiles wasn't getting out of there that easily. "That would've been a good thing to hear, yeah."

"It goes both ways, jerk. You haven't exactly been a fount of warm fuzzy feelings. For all I know, you still think ripping my throat out with your teeth is a good idea. Maybe take a little Stiles' blood bath while you're at it."

"How is it you still don't get that those were empty threats?"

At the time he issued them, he understood Stiles thinking he was serious. But, at that point, he was more than sure that they were just being held over him thanks to his inability to express himself beyond threats.

Which is possibly why, in some of his frustration, he thought that kissing Stiles was suddenly a better idea than arguing with him over whether he gave a damn or not. It probably wasn't a better idea, but it didn't stop him from pressing in closer and catching Stiles' lips with his own, just careful enough not to knock his head back against the door as he did.

He was about to reply to that, to tell him that it was hard to take a threat as empty when he'd had a goose-egg on his head from having it bashed into his steering wheel, or how he seemed to okay his betas kicking his ass and dumping him in the garbage, but then--

There was a mouth on his, pressing him against the door and... and... mouth. Mouth. Derek's mouth. Kissing him. Kissing him. His hands came up to his shoulders, palms out like he was trying to show he wasn't doing anything, but... kissing. Okay. Um...

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