Of course Stiles would complain about Derek getting to chose the movie again; what the male seemed unable to comprehend was the fact that Derek was the alpha and therefore the male in their relationship. If they were having a movie night he was point-blank refusing to watch another repeat of The Notebook, no matter how much Stiles begged. "It seems fair to me." He teased lightly, clicking the remote with one hand while slinging his other arm around Stiles's shoulders. The male might be complaining now but he knew as soon as the film started Stiles would relax into him again and the two would fall back into the comfort that they usually enjoyed together.
Derek: It's probably best we don't mention the hospital. Derek: Scott keeps giving me weird looks. Derek: You haven't told Scott have you? Derek: Have you thought about it? Derek: We probably shouldn't do that again.
His eyes were drawn to her, to the side of her neck that she was tilting towards him. It was a beautiful offering, a gift, so surely he'd be crazy not to take it. It wasn't every day that willing victims came along and certainly not victims as attractive as the one before him. He could even hear it; he could hear the hammering race of her heart as it pumped her blood viciously around her body, the noise pounding right through to the back of his mind. It pierced his thoughts, the repetitive banging reminding him of just how simple it would be to reach across and pierce her skin. It would be so easy to turn her, to make her one of them and make his pack stronger. She'd be such a nice addition too; he was sure that she'd be helpful on stake outs and- No. Stiles would hate him, Stiles would probably kill him if he had known that Derek was actually considering going ahead with the girl's request. No he wouldn't hate him - Stiles would talk him down like a child shamed by his parental figure before he turned and left and that'd be even worse than the male killing him.
Derek hadn't even noticed his fingers curling up into a fist until he felt the sharpened nails digging into the palm of his hand. Yellow eyes flickered across the room now, Derek's wolf side slowly taking control and the brunette just smirked as if she had planned this all along. A part of Derek didn't doubt that maybe this maybe had been her plan all along. "Come on Derek," She whispered slowly, her words dropping to a lower, sexier tone. Black lashes flickered seductively her pale cheeks, her reddened lips pursing as she took a step towards him. Then another. There was nothing else he could do now, he was trapped. Somehow she had him caught, had him shocked, and he could do nothing but stare. It was as if all his strength had drained from him and still she continued to stalk towards him, turning the alpha into the prey. "Just. One. Bite." Her lips brushed against his neck when she drew close enough and Derek didn't doubt that there were stains of red left behind, scarlet against his tanned skin.
The wolf in him howled loudly for it's new find; the wolf in him howled in agreement to adding this new figure to his pack. The human in him was screaming against it, fighting off the wolf as best as it could. Derek felt like was being ripped in half, both parts of his sanity battling for domination leaving him abandoned and helpless on the sideline. "It's not that hard." she continued. He could feel her hand trailing down his chest, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to keep her away from him. It rubbed over his skin, dipping into the plains of his chest as she pressed a small kiss to the curve of his neck. "I can make you forget about him." Instantaneously a switch was flicked inside of him and suddenly his body was jerked into action. His large hands connected with her body, one at her neck and the other at her waist as he spun her and pinned her roughly against the wall. "I'm not going to bite you."
"Stiles, we're on a stake out." Derek pointed out. Stiles smirked, "I know."
It was near impossible to focus on the stake out at hand when there was a very active male sitting just across the table from him. In the last hour, Stiles had managed to torture Derek with his continuous questions and numerous demands for the wolf to humour him until Derek had finally kindly asked Stiles to shut it. Of course now Stiles seemed unable to keep still, an unfortunate consequence of getting the male to be quite. It seemed that Stiles was unable to be calm unless he was doing something and on a stake out there wasn't a lot of somethings to be done.
Derek sighed as the male bounced his leg against the floor again, each deep thud going straight to Derek's head and eventually he just reached out to place a hand onto Stile's knee. Before they'd even left the house, Derek had set the guidelines. No touching, no suggestions and nothing slightly related to their relationship outside of this was to be carried out on the stake out - this was important and Derek had wanted to keep his mind on the target - but it was typical that Derek would be the one to break his own rules. "Stiles please." He pleaded, looking across at him for a moment to portray his message before releasing him and sitting back to return his gaze to the window.
It took only a few minutes before Stiles's hand had found it's way to his leg and Derek should have expected it really, having implanted the idea into Stiles's mind. Of course he had also expected Stiles to abide by the rules but then when had Stiles ever done that? "Stiles." He said warningly, trying to concentrate on the light up building across the street and not the warm limb that was moving gently up his thigh. It was almost impossible to concentrate though when he could hear the increasing tempo of Stiles's heartbeat thudding distinctly beside him and the scent that was starting to roll off his was distracting too; the hand moved higher still, brushing against the zipper of Derek's jeans and Derek's head jereked to fix on the enthusiastic male.
"Stiles, we're on a stake out." Derek pointed out. Stiles smirked, "I know."
