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❝… Stiles. Shut up.❞
He can feel his cheeks already beginning to heat up, the blush he knows will be more than evident. With a clear of his throat, the Beta scanned the other, head to toe, sizing him up and wanting to see if he could spot any signs that the other was doing this simply to do this.
AKA; the wrong reasons.
That hand on his receives a slight twitch of the Beta’s fingers beneath Stiles’ palm and then he was swiftly moving his own hand away. There’s a bob of his throat visible to anyone paying attention and he shakes his head for a second, closing his eyes in defeat.
❝Alright fine. I’ll train you. But it’s not going to be like how I trained Isaac, you don’t need to know how to control a shift or anything werewolf related. So, I’ll be a little easier on you.
….But that’s not to say this wont still be tough. It’s going to be a lot of hard work.❞
[ Why am I put up with you again? ]
That had been rude, but when it came from Derek -- it turned into an endearment. The silence that rested between them gave Stiles a chance to study the wolf and what he found was something new, something he hadn't seen there before. The real Derek Hale. No, mask. It nearly took his breath away.
His hand was warm. Warmer than he thought he would be and the hair that he felt didn't tickle. It was an odd thing to think about. The fine strains felt good. But, the hand was gone too soon and Stiles swallowed thickly past a lump in his throat. What in the hell was that? It made his heart pick up the tempo.
❝Don't be -- easy on me, Derek. Everyone else walks on egg shells around me since I'm myself again. If there's one person that I beg not to do that - it's you. My dad's doing it. Scott, Lydia, even Melissa. When they don't look at me like I'm a monster, they treat me with white gloves.❞
He looked up and held Derek's gaze.
❝Go hard on me -- digressing from the obvious porn joke that's in there somewhere -- because I need it from you. I need you, out of everyone, to look at me and see that I'm not a monster. That I'm just Stiles. Maybe a little more broken than I was. But, it's still me.❞
[ You secretly want to marry me. And already have the ring. Duh. ]








