[Stiles is a big boy who doesn't need a -HONK- Oops. Stiles might want to watch where he's moving when he's sleeping in the driver's seat. They don't recline that much. Good thing his dad's working late. If he's lucky, he won't see him when he finally comes home and walks past the jeep.
Now that he's not in danger of shredding anything, he could take care of a personal issue, but as soon as he thought about it, the idea was completely unappealing.
It was the idea of forcing himself on Derek that had crawled inside him and died. He'd been forcing himself in his bed every night and that had been bad enough. Intentional or not, cuddling wasn't going to hurt anything but their pride. But that last day... What if he hadn't woken up? Or what if Derek hadn't. It wasn't like Stiles had ever been sleeping by anyone when that situation had come up before. He didn't know how far he'd go in his sleep. It seems he'd been doing a lot of things in his sleep that he would have thought beforehand weren't possible. Who's to say what might have happened.
That was the thought that made him feel queasy. Stiles was a lot of things; he was a pain in the ass, he was hyperactive, he stole when he needed things, he lied when he needed to, he was obsessive, he was selfish, but he was not some molesty rapist. Not even a sleep one.]
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Now that he's not in danger of shredding anything, he could take care of a personal issue, but as soon as he thought about it, the idea was completely unappealing.
It was the idea of forcing himself on Derek that had crawled inside him and died. He'd been forcing himself in his bed every night and that had been bad enough. Intentional or not, cuddling wasn't going to hurt anything but their pride. But that last day... What if he hadn't woken up? Or what if Derek hadn't. It wasn't like Stiles had ever been sleeping by anyone when that situation had come up before. He didn't know how far he'd go in his sleep. It seems he'd been doing a lot of things in his sleep that he would have thought beforehand weren't possible. Who's to say what might have happened.
That was the thought that made him feel queasy. Stiles was a lot of things; he was a pain in the ass, he was hyperactive, he stole when he needed things, he lied when he needed to, he was obsessive, he was selfish, but he was not some molesty rapist. Not even a sleep one.]