bakerstreet | sexting

[He moved further into the apartment, looking at the sulking werewolf on the bed.]

You're still a werewolf, you idiot. She just did something to turn it off for a bit. We can fix it.

What if we can't? What if I'm stuck like this?

[He watched Stiles before pushing himself up, turning and sitting up, leaning back against the wall.]

Do you want to be stuck like this? Have you thought about asking Scott to... you know?

[That gave him pause and he stared up at Stiles.]

You mean have him bite me?

Yeah. I mean, you could still be turned into a bitten wolf, right? Or maybe it could trigger whatever Kate made dormant.

I don't know. I'm not sure what would happen if he bit me.

[He shrugged before looking at Stiles and then reaching out, dragging him down onto the bed.]

Maybe we could ask Deaton ab-- hey!

[Okay. That was... unexpected. He pushed himself up and gave Derek a look.]

What was that for?

[He smirked, wrapping an arm around the teen and pulling him closer.]

Because I wanted to.

[It was soft as he leaned in and pressed his lips against Stiles'.]

[It seemed that Derek hadn't been joking about kissing him. He felt himself pulled in against a mostly naked body, his eyes wide in surprise as Derek kissed him. Wow. Okay. That was... unexpected. Which was dumb since Derek had said he'd do it, but still...]

[After a few moments he pulled back and stared at Stiles, waiting but then he frowned and sat back.]

Sorry I shouldn't have done that without asking.

You, uh, you... surprised me.

I kind of thought you were joking.

[Sure. Right. Derek joke...]

Well I wasn't joking.

[He shrugged a shoulder, looking down at his hands.]

I should have guess. You and humor aren't really acquainted.

[Stiles was red, cheeks flaming as he looked down at his own hands, trying to figure out how to say... anything, really.]

I'm sorry. I should probably just go to sleep before I do something stupid and make you hate me.

Whoa, Derek, no. I don't...

[Awkward. God, why were emotions so difficult.]

I don't hate you. I mean, I used to. Maybe? I don't know. I was definitely scared of you. Now it's... different. I just wasn't, ah, this kind of came out of left field, you know?

[He lifted his head to look at Stiles, just watching him for a moment and frowning.]

But...I mean do you...is there...

[He sighed, brushing his fingers through his hair.]

[He blanked for a moment, eyes wide and staring at the stuttering half naked guy in front of him.]

I... don't know? It's not something I thought about before. Not with the whole teeth in throat thing.

I never would have actually ripped your throat out. I meant it when I said I wanted to push you and Scott away. I didn't want to care about anyone...because that just mean someone else that could be ripped away from me.

And you went from threatening to... thinking dirty thoughts?

[Truthfully, that wasn't that far out of the realm of possibility. Hormones did strange things.]

Not exactly. It was more of...I started liking you guys as friends. I started caring and then it turned into more than that.

So... you wanna kiss Scott, too?

[He glared at Stiles for a moment before making a face and shaking his head.]

No! I just...want to..kiss you.

You did kiss me.

[Why did everyone always take him by surprise with kisses?]

Well yeah, but I want to kiss you again.

[He shrugged a bit, tilting his head and smiling slightly.]

You do?

[Maybe he was actually good at surprise kisses. Weirder things had happened.]

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