bakerstreet | ( the affectionate physical contact meme )

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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.

➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.

➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.

➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want!

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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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?"

"Yes, siiiir," he drawled, giving a half salute that Derek couldn't see.

Stiles sucked in a breath at the bite of cold air as they stepped outside, momentarily startled. He hadn't realized that the night was actually pretty freaking chilly.

...Which made the whole original direction of the night being one of getting drunk in the woods pretty stupid, in retrospect. Stiles didn't say anything, walking towards the passenger side and tugging at the door. With some satisfaction he noted it was locked. Point for Derek.

The way Stiles reacted to the cold was something Derek picked up on the moment they stepped out of the door and he turned to lock it behind them. Yeah, he hadn't mentioned the weather.

Then he moved to the Jeep with Stiles and unlocked the doors, first Stiles' then the driver's side when he got over to it. He slid into the seat and glanced over. "Have any preference for the place we go to?"

"What time is it? Frankly dude, I'm good with whatever is still open." He buckled his seat belt and then slouched down, watching Derek critically as he made himself comfortable in the drivers seat.

"Careful, she grinds in second," he warned, which he realized Derek might already know seeing as he'd already driven her. Stiles ghosted his fingers over the dashboard, mentally apologizing for having been asleep for that.

"Alright." Derek nodded as he buckled up as well then started the Jeep up, nodding again at Stiles' warning.

"I've ridden in her with you before, remember? I know." He looked over, trying to reassure Stiles of his driving as he got them out of the driveway and to the road, starting for a place that he knew was open at that time.

"Well, soooorry, I wasn't aware you were listening to how my jeep handled herself all those times you were nearly dying or I was driving you around town in her." Damn werewolf hearing, ugh, it wasn't fair.

So far so good, Derek wasn't a terrible driver but he would save his full judgement for when they completed this endeavor.

Derek just rolled his eyes at the way Stiles dragged out his 'sorry' and went on. He'd paid some attention to the way Stiles drove his Jeep. It wasn't like he'd had much else to do when he was in there with him when he wasn't dying.

The drive was a fairly short one to get to the little burger place he was thinking of. It was the only place he knew of that did curly fries. As he slowed behind the truck that was already in line, he glanced over at Stiles again.

"What kind of milkshake do you want?"

"Chocolate-- No! Vanilla! Simple is best tonight," he said, smiling in anticipation for a delicious vanilla shake. It would be good, it would be so good. Delicious salty fires and sweet ice creamy goodness, rounded off with meaty melty cheese awesomeness, yessss. So glad they'd come here.

He looked at Derek, suddenly curious. "So, what flavor milkshakes to Alpha werewolves like best?"

He nodded at the order and didn't answer the question that followed because he pulled up right after that, rolling the window down to order a couple of burgers, two orders of curly fries, a vanilla milkshake, and a strawberry one.

Then he glanced over at Stiles again as he pulled up behind the truck at the window, pulling his wallet out of his jacket pocket. "Vanilla or strawberry."

"Huh."

He hadn't been expecting that one. Stiles smiled to himself, privately amused because he knew Derek Hale preferred strawberry or vanilla milkshakes. Stiles didn't say anything as they waited, watching the truck in front of them get their order before it was their turn. The girl at the window barely looked at them as she told them the total, passing the grease stained bag filled with delicious food over a moment later.

Stiles reached across Derek to grab the bag, pulling it close to him and peering in. Heavenly curly fries, right at the top. Quickly he shoved a few into his mouth, grabbing a few more and looking over at Derek suddenly, freezing.

"...Want some?" He held out a perfectly corkscrewed fry. Tempting offers.

Derek barely managed to pay for the food before the girl was passing it to him and Stiles was grabbing it before he had a chance to put his wallet back in his pocket. He pulled away from the window after she passed the milkshakes in as well, glancing over at Stiles and raising an eyebrow as he pulled to a stop just before getting on the road.

As he pulled forward after making sure nothing was coming, he leaned over and caught the fry with his teeth, pulling it away from Stiles and tilting his head back long enough to get the whole thing in his mouth, chewing as he fixed his eyes on the road again.

"Worth coming out for," he commented with a nod.

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