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( the affectionate physical contact meme )

the affectionate physical contact meme

you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.

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one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

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He rolled his eyes.

Then he just stared at Stiles as he talked, flat look fixed on his face.

"And, for some reason, you wanted the biggest asshole you know to stick around even though I was leaving." He ignored everything Stiles said about lacrosse and being awesome. Stiles would have to go out of his way to drug Derek to get him to say any of that.

"Eh, well, I am intimately familiar with assholes, being one myself, so I can't judge you too harshly." He suppressed a smile at Derek's rolled eyes. There was something endearing about the action, though he'd die before ever telling the werewolf that.

"Now, if you were the biggest douche bag I knew, that would be totally different and I would be salting my windows and doors with mountain ash on a nightly basis. Luckily for you that title is currently held by Jackson and doesn't look like it's going to anyone else anytime soon."

"I don't think anyone will ever take that title from Jackson," Derek agreed with a shake of his head. He didn't think there was such a big difference between being an asshole and being a douche bag, but comparing himself or Stiles to Jackson made the differences obvious. Neither of them were like Jackson.

"But, why did you want me to stay? Are you that strapped for company that spending time with me is okay?"

"Wow, make yourself sound a little more unappealing why don't you?" he muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. A beat later he was running a hand over his head.

"I don't know," he said honestly. "It's not like we get along, right? I mean, I'm pretty sure I don't even like you, and I don't even say that to be mean, I just-- Well, you don't like me much either, right? But it's freaking stupid too, how often it feels like you're saving my life or hell, I'm saving yours, and you're actually funnier than you let on and if you're not threatening me, or bossing me around, you really aren't the worst company I can think of. Not even close."

Eloquence, thy name was Stilinski.

He was quiet as he watched Stiles. It was different from what he was used to. Sure, it was true that they probably didn't like each other all that much. Well... for Stiles. Derek didn't really dislike him. They had a habit of being on opposite sides of thinking, though, and that didn't help them see eye-to-eye.

It was still vastly different from being told he made horrible plans and that no one was going to stick with him. He supposed that was what he got for being surrounded by teenagers and an uncle that was back from the dead.

"... Thanks." He actually meant it as opposed to the word being his sarcastic reply to what was offered. "You're not bad company either."

He was silent for a beat, ducking his head to hide a smile. That might have been the first time Derek had ever thanked him for anything and he was just going to savor it for a moment, memorize the cadence of his voice and the sincerity that had been in his tone. Yeah, maybe he didn't hate Derek at all at this point. A lot had changed since they'd first met out in the misty woods of the Hale property.

Then he was smiling more widely, looking up. "Awesome company," he whispered loudly and then punched Derek abruptly in the arm. "Come ooon! Say it!"

A lot had changed since they'd first met and, honestly, they had more in common than he knew either of them would ever admit. Being assholes aside. That might've been why they didn't get along most of the time, though.

Derek let out a groan as Stiles went right back to the 'awesome' topic. "Will you finally shut up about it if I say it?" he asked, shooting the teen a frustrated look.

"You're awesome company." There. Derek felt like he had all rights to knock Stiles into something if he kept harping on it after that.

There's no other way to put it, Stiles crowed with delight at the admission, lifting his hands toward the ceiling in victory.

"Was that so hard, Derek? See now, I feel as if we've come to a very important milestone in our relationship. Clearly you are taking the proper steps down the path of enlightenment."

He basked for a moment in the pleasure of winning. Also, hearing Derek Hale call him awesome, regardless of the tone, was pretty freaking awesome. "For the record you're pretty badass yourself, you have some very impressive moves, so you have that going for you. Keep that up."

Stiles' reaction to what he said earned another roll of his eyes in response just because of how ridiculous it was. Did he really need to celebrate something like that?

But then Derek heard what followed and he looked a little less put out by admitting that Stiles was awesome. Which, in a way, Derek figured he was, though that was never the word he would've used to describe him.

"I have that going for me, huh?" He shook his head slightly, sounding amused by it.

"Oh, totally dude. I mean, your regular human glare is intimidating enough, add the red eyes and you're a freaking unstoppable force. Also, popping basketballs to intimidate me? Dick move, but it undeniably displays your badass claws. I could go on but I don't want you to get a big head."

Derek let his head fall back to rest against Stiles' bed as he rubbed a hand over his face to muffle a laugh.

"You're just reminding me of things I have or can do. How am I supposed to get a big head from that?"

"Because I'm justifying your dramatics. This should validate you," he said cheerfully.

"Anyway, what else would I do to prove you're badass? I can't exactly reference things you can't do or don't have, that's just illogical."

"You don't need to prove I'm badass at all." Derek shook his head as he lowered his hand and tilted his head to look over at Stiles. "I don't need validation. I'm fine without hearing all that."

"Maybe but I bet it feels good to hear it," he said, because it had felt good to hear Derek say it about him and he doubted Derek was so effortlessly confident that he didn't care about hearing it once in awhile.

Compliments were nice!

"And dude, I'm not trying to prove anything to you. Just accept my praise and move on."

"Fine. Praise accepted. We're done." Derek waved a hand as he raised his head and straightened up some.

"Why are you down here anyway? Shouldn't you be in your bed? Pretending you might actually go to sleep soon."

"Uhhhh, is that what I'm supposed to be doing? I thought we agreed I wasn't tired. Oh, well, okay, okay, I thought I told you I wasn't tired and that was the end of it."

He slumped down, legs stretching out more haphazardly. "Why, are you hoping I'll drift off and you can creep out my window to go howl at the moon?"

"I was actually planning to walk out of your front door if your dad still wasn't home." Derek nudged at Stiles with his elbow as he stretched out, settling back against the bed as he made himself more comfortable.

"And I was thinking about getting a burger on my way home. I don't spend all my time howling and biting things and hunting animals."

"You really ruin the whole werewolf mystique when you say things like that, I just want you to know. Everyone assumes your preferred method of entrance is creeping in through windows."

He sucked in a breath, thumping his head back against his bed. "Ahhhh, burgers sound good. And curly fries. And a milkshake."

"You mean you assume that. And it is my method of entrance when your dad is home and I need to talk to you. ... This was my first time coming in through the front door, I think." It was probably sad that he had to think about that.

"You're not helping," Derek complained.

"Nope, pretty sure it's everyone and everyone would be right, by your own admission. The first time? Really??"

He moaned dramatically. "Medium rare burger with cheese and lettuce and a deliciously toasted bun and curly fries, oh my god, curly fries. I want it, let's go." He pushed himself up, reaching for his keys and heading for the door. "Chop, chop Derek. Food run, let's gooo."

"You assume that and blame it on everyone. The first time. It's not like I come here that often."

Derek looked up as Stiles rose and he pushed himself up, holding a hand out. "Let me drive," he stated, motioning at the keys as he followed after Stiles. "You'll be in the car. It'll be fine."

"No, but I recall an emotionally traumatic night when I was skyping with Scott and saw you lurking in in the dark. Did you use his front door?" He pressed his lips together, widening his eyes before he popped his lips together. "Ooooor, did you use the window?" He was judging Derek with his eyes. His eyes said it all!

Stiles gripped his keys, staring at Derek for a few seconds too long. He was probably okay to drive but the room still spun slightly when he moved quickly,

He held out his keys. "Treat her good, Derek, like your own. If anything happens to her I will never freaking forgive you!"

There was some staring at the questions and then some eye narrowing, but Derek didn't actually answer them. Mainly because he would've just been proving Stiles right and he wasn't about to do that. Not when Stiles was just going to assume he used the window whether he did or not.

Derek accepted the keys then moved ahead of Stiles, wanting to head down the stairs first just in case he ended up falling after all.

"You'll be in the car with me! You can yell if I do anything wrong."

"Oh and I will!" Stiles said taking the stairs with his usual grace, feet moving quickly over the steps, putting him too close behind Derek. He reached up, placing his hands on Derek's shoulders to give him some measure of stability.

...Very briefly he contemplated jumping on Derek's back but he had enough sense to recognize that that was probably a great way to seriously get him killed.

He just nodded at that as he felt the movement behind him then the hands on his shoulders. Derek glanced back and up at Stiles for a second on his way down.

Surprisingly, he probably wouldn't have tried to kill Stiles for jumping on his back. He had carried him inside and up the stairs and, honestly, it would've been easier if he'd had Stiles on his back instead.

"We're driving through then coming back here, okay?"

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