"You're not even going to eat them?" Stiles asked softly as Derek made his way back to the bed and got under the covers. He eyed the fruit that he longed for and would never have before shaking his head and muttered. "That is such a waste."

Stiles wanted to kick Derek right then and there but he also didn't want any more punishments. With a sigh he settled on his side, back to Derek, as he lay on top of the covers.