One night, no more than a week after they confessed their feelings, Stiles made Derek cry.
They were at the loft, Stiles switching the channels while Derek looked through the windows to the night life below. Peeking at Stiles from time to time, acting as nonchalant as he could manage, he finally stood and walked towards Stiles when he chose a movie and arranged the sheets for a "perfect movie night".
It felt easy, natural to co-exist with Stiles in the same space, to enjoy the company without a final purpose. No investigation to finish, no creature to hunt. Just Stiles and Derek sitting next to each other in the sofa surrounded by delicious treats and embraced by soft clothes. It felt like heaven, like life had never felt before. Derek, for the first time in what felt like a century, was happy.
The sweet smell of Stiles' scent mixing with the cinnamon in the pantries, the sound of the wind against the windows, the warm light from the TV reflecting on Stiles' face and moving shadows around the loft. It felt like a dream. Even Stiles' soft mumbles and eating sounds complimented the scenery. And Derek? He was enraptured. It was too much, it looked like home, it tasted like happiness, it sounded like family, it felt like love.
A single tear fell from his watery eyes
Stiles may have felt the disturbance in the force because he immediately turned his head to face Derek, an easy smile dissolving into concern.
"Der? Are you ok? What's wrong?"
He set the cookies on the coffe table and moved to sit straight, movie forgotten. A hand firmly grabbed his forearm while his other hand softly caressed Derek's cheek before gently tapping the tear away. And it felt so Stiles, to disregard everything just to comfort Derek. It felt so magical that Derek broke and, before he knew, heavy tears were falling down his face, parted lips exhaling sobs as he leaned to kiss at his boyfriend's wrist.
"It's ok. I'm just...happy"
And even though it was too early in their relationship, even though Derek's words failed again, Stiles simply smiled and nodded because he knew. Because in the safety of their den Stiles felt the same, because with only the TV as a witness, Stiles and Derek pressed their foreheads together and breathed in deeply. They both knew what it meant, they both felt what it was.
Sometimes to hear the heart you don't have to search for words, just look into your soulmate's eyes.
They spent the movie night cuddling, hugging, snuggling and smiling. It had only been a week, but when they looked at each other they knew it run way deeper than that.
