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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"I would never say that!" he objected loudly, a bit of a delayed response, and then he was saved from having to elaborate on just exactly how he would save the situation by looking down at the straw, face twisting in an expression of vague contrition.

"Uuuuhhh, I guess you could say I used my tongue to remove it from my mouth. I would say I licked all over it, that just sounds kind of dirty." He followed Derek into the house, kicking it closed behind him.

Derek didn't further question what Stiles would've said only because he wasn't sure he wanted to know. Nothing particularly good came to mind since the truth was obviously out of the question and Derek wouldn't have been the one to rat Stiles out after having driven him home in the first place.

He stopped once they were inside and shoved the keys into Stiles' pocket as he locked the front door behind them once it was closed. Then he started for the stairs, looking directly at Stiles as he took a drink of the vanilla milkshake he was holding.

Stiles grinned, holding out up the strawberry one closer to his mouth. "Oh, are we sharing? I'm not a huge fan of strawberry but that last sip wasn't so bad, maybe I can be convinced with another taste," he said cheerfully and slipping the straw back into his mouth he slipped past Derek and took the stairs two at a time.

Luck had it that he didn't scrape the top of his mouth with the straw on some false step.

Derek narrowed his eyes as Stiles moved by him and he took the stairs behind him, making it to the top and grabbing hold of the back of Stiles' shirt to pull him back.

"Switch." He held out the vanilla shake as he turned Stiles' around, freeing his other hand to hold out for the strawberry one in return.

Stiles stared at him, taking a final vengeful sip that hollowed his cheeks before again pushing the straw out of his mouth with his tongue, holding out the milkshake.

His smile was predictably smug.

He watched, silently mourning the fact that he'd probably lost a good third of his shake to Stiles. But he accepted the cup and pressed the vanilla milkshake into Stiles' hand a second later.

"You're on par with me when it comes to being an asshole," Derek pointed out, just observing rather than actually aiming to sound mean.

"Not contesting that one, dude," he said brightly, taking his shake and turning on his heel to go back into his room. He dropped back onto the floor, leaning up against the bed and stretching his legs out, crossing his ankles.

Setting his shake down on the floor beside him he opened the bag, removing the food within and smashing the bag it all came in flat. Setting the bag on the floor he used it as their make shift plate, placing the cartons of curly fries and two nearly wrapped burgers on top.

Derek followed him into his bedroom, quietly sipping his milkshake as he dropped back down into almost the same space he'd been in before, only scooting over because of the bag and food that was taking the space between them.

"So." He put his shake down and picked up a carton of fries. "How cold and drunk do you think you would've been right now if I hadn't dragged your ass back to your Jeep?"

Stiles popped a modest handful of curly fries into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. He swallowed.

"Pretty cold, pretty drunk! I'd probably be courting a nice bit of hypothermia and a potentially serious case alcohol poisoning," he said carelessly and yeah, not funny, but when did Stiles not make everything into a sarcastic little joke.

"Glad I found you when I did." Derek shook his head slightly at the thought, eating a couple of fries. He came close to asking why he'd been out there, but he held off on it. It was one of those things he probably wouldn't find out.

"Next time you decide to drink, send me a text." He was focused in his food as he grabbed one of the burgers. "You can drink at my place and not have to worry about the cold. Or drinking too much."

"Tempting offer, I can drink and you can watch me like a judgmental sober creeper," he said dryly, unwrapping his burger and taking a comically huge bite.

He spent a few moments chewing, humming on a sound of contentment. The food really was freaking awesome. He sipped from his milkshake, washing the food down.

"Next time you feel like wandering aimlessly around your house text me. I'll keep you company and you won't have to worry about losing hours of time to excessive brooding."

Derek rolled his eyes at the reply he got to his offer, assuming that Stiles was shooting it down and letting it go with that. He wasn't arguing over it. If Stiles really wanted to get drunk out in the woods when it was cold, that was his business.

"I don't wander aimlessly around my house and I don't spend that time brooding. I already told you what I was doing there." He ate a few more fries without looking at Stiles.

He wasn't actually, and Derek would find that out at some point when Stiles took him up on the offer. Right now though he wasn't interested in making his acceptance of the offer explicit.

"Okay, okay, next time you feel like patrolling the area for vagrants, interlopers and squatters shoot me a text. I would loooove to keep you company. And lecture the misinformed of trespassing laws."

He grinned around his straw. "Aw, that brings back memories. Remember when we first met? You acted as if we could tell when we crossed the invisible line into your private property and returned Scott's inhaler with such edgy attitude." Good times.

"I'm not dragging you around outside of my house, Stiles." Maybe after that, though, he'd bother texting. If he ever felt like asking for company. That was a little more likely since he had an apartment that almost no one knew about and a beta that lived with him that spent most of his time out with someone else. Yeah, he probably needed company more often.

"Yeah, I remember. Didn't think I was gonna see you again after that, but I should've known better." Derek shook his head, hiding a slight smile behind his burger as he lifted it to his mouth to take another bite.

"I seriously do not see why not, I'm awesome company." He stared at Derek, willing him to explain himself before rolling his eyes.

"Pff, yeah you should've. Seriously man, where Scott goes I go and you had to know you'd be seeking him out again, didn't you? Wait, did you know he was a werewolf when you found us in the woods?

He licked salt off his fingers, reaching for more fries.

"You and being awesome..." He shook his head slightly. "I'm not dragging you out there for the five minutes it takes me to check the outside and inside of the house. It would take longer for you to meet me there.

"I should've. I heard you going on about who I was after I walked off." Derek shook his head again in reply to Stiles' question as he took a bite of his burger.

"Ugh, your loss then. Just remember that when you're out there all alone, you could have had company."

Stiles turned to look at Derek, arching an eyebrow. "Freaky werewolf hearing." He looked away, sighing and dropping his hands into his lap as the memory of that day was bled into the events that immediately followed. "Hey, uh, I'm sorry by the way. For digging--" up your sister. Stiles made a face. "Sorry for getting you arrested."

"Company to follow me around and go on about how bad off the house is and that I shouldn't care what people do to it?" Derek glanced over at Stiles.

Then he looked down to hide the slight wince that followed the word 'digging' because he knew what was meant to come after that. And Laura was another subject he just didn't talk about. Losing his sister ranked up there with the fire.

"Thanks. For apologizing."

"Nope, company to point out to you the merits of innocuous hobbies and lead you in fascinating debates over the superiority of Batman to Superman."

And at Derek's acceptance of his apology Stiles shut himself up by taking another bite of his burger, watching Derek out of the corner of his eye. He looked away, inclining his head in a manful nod but not having the guts to even attempt looking him in the eye when he did it. They'd done a lot of little shitty things since meeting each other, but that probably still topped it as being the worst on his end. He could make arguments as to why he hadn't really been in the wrong to suspect Derek of it but yeah, hindsight was 20/20 and it made him uncomfortable thinking about how it had probably made Derek feel so for the most part he just didn't.

Stiles remembered sitting in a police cruiser, staring at Derek through the grating, and Derek saying nothing about being wrongfully accused, nothing about the body of his sister they'd been packing up to send to the morgue, had instead spent those seconds alone to warn Stiles of what Scott could do if he lost control, warn him of the dangers they were courting, the seriousness of the situation.

Derek didn't look over at Stiles as he nodded. There were a few things that he wasn't going to talk about. Things that were far, far higher than something like a plan to take someone down or who he was planning to offer the bite to. Basically anything that involved his family - the people that weren't Peter - was up there. Right along with talking about the way things were before the fire and Kate.

He shifted his attention from his lap to his food again, eating another couple of fries before he gave up on them and put them down beside Stiles. "You can have the rest of those," Derek offered, nodding over at the carton as he lifted his milkshake to take a sip from it.

The room was silent for a little longer before Derek decided to end it himself. "I got an apartment." It was out of nowhere, but it was a good change of subject and he figured it would get Stiles back on his usual track of taking jabs at everything rather than sitting beside him and not saying anything.

It was maybe disturbing how well Derek apparently knew him. "An apartment?! Seriously? Like, you share walls with normal annoying neighbors who play music too loud and pay rent to a landlord every month?"

He didn't waste any time in shoving the rest of the curly fries in his mouth, trying for a moment to talk around them before giving that up and chewing quickly, swallowing painfully and turning himself bodily to face Derek, eyes focused on him intently, interested.

"Where is it? How long have you been in one--dude! Why didn't you tell me--us--anyone!"

"Not really. It only shares a wall with one apartment and an old woman lives next door," Derek admitted with a shrug. The people below them were a different story, but stomping on the floor usually got them to stop. He was hoping they would move out before he was tempted to do worse.

He watched Stiles with the fries, tilting his head a little at the way he obviously didn't chew enough.

"Why would I tell anyone? Isaac lives with me and knows where it is. Nobody else needs to know about it." Which was the truth. It wasn't like there was going to be a housewarming party.

"Yeah, well, I don't talk to Isaac all that much. Anyway, dude, what if some horrible thing happens which, you've gotta admit, kinda happens a lot, and we need to get a hold of you? And you're not picking up your phone? And you're actually taking an ill timed nap in your apartment on your nice normal human bed (I'm assuming you have one of those now) and you turned your phone off because you didn't want to be disturbed and we wouldn't know where to find you. Because you were holed up in your secret apartment."

He shook his head seriously. "Gotta consider these things. Anyway, maybe I'd just like to know. You know where I live, seems only fair to know where you live."

Derek just stared at him for a couple of seconds. "You'd go to a lot of other people before you'd come to me. And I don't turn my phone off." He didn't deny ignoring calls. He was well aware that he did that and he wasn't planning to stop.

"I'll show you one day," he offered, returning to the last of his burger to finish it off in a few big bites. Derek was silent as he chewed, taking his time with it and swallowing.

"Excuse you, this is my hypothetical disaster scenario and in it you turn off your phone. Live with it and regret your choices."

He smiled slightly, making a grab for his milkshake. "I'd like that," he said quietly, tonguing his straw. "I'll bring you a housewarming gift and everything."

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