37. “I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.” from this list
Stiles watches Derek stumble his way into the house and into hisarms, a bemused smile on his face. He’s starting to think letting Derek hangout with Theo isn’t the best idea. Sure, Theo might be a changed man. But thatstill doesn’t mean he can’t be a little shit. Like right now, he just pushed adrunk Derek into Stiles’ arms and took off to his truck, laughing at Stiles’outrage.
“I want to hike upyour skirt and take you right here.” Derek mumbles, breath ghosting acrossStiles’ neck.
Stiles has to fightback a laugh, “Der, I’m not wearing a skirt.”
“You’d look good inone,” Derek’s words are slow, no doubt an effect of the mixture of alcohol andwolfsbane coursing through his veins. “You should consider wearing one.”
“So that you can getme out of it?”
Derek shakes his headslowly, “No, I’d have you leave it on. Then I’d have my way with you.”
“You’re barely capableof standing right now big guy,” Stiles says, trying to lead a stumbling Derekinto the living room, “I highly doubt you’d be capable of having your way withanything except the toilet.”
“I don’t feel sick,”Derek grumbles, allowing Stiles to push him down onto the couch.
“Right now you don’t.But just wait, in a few hours you’ll be hating everything.”
“Not you,” Derek says,“I could never hate you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Stilessmiles, softly carding his fingers through Derek’s hair, “I’ll get you somewater.”
Derek pouts, actuallypouts, causing Stiles to let out a startled laugh, “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m just going intothe kitchen,” Stiles ways, “then I’ll be right back. You really do need to getsome fluids in you, preferably ones that aren’t alcohol.”
“I bet it was,” Stilessays, stepping away and into the kitchen. He quickly fills a glass with waterbefore returning to Derek. Derek has relaxed into the couch, his head thrownback with his eyes closed. They slowly blink open when Stiles approaches, apleased smile lighting up his face, “I’m back with your water. I need you todrink some.”
When Derek doesn’tmove Stiles sits down beside him, using his hand to lift Derek’s head, raisingthe glass to his lips. Derek takes a few large gulps before turning his faceaway. Stiles knows he should drink more but he doesn’t push it. Derek isstubborn on a normal basis, there’s no telling how much worse he could bedrunk.
“So did you have funwith Theo?” Stiles asks, settling down on the couch beside Derek.
“Yeah Theo’s great,”Derek says, sighing happily, “he’s the best. My best friend. Best best friend.”
“The best best friendthat gets you drunk and then just deposits you back on our doorstep.”
“It’s his bachelor party. And he knew you’d takecare of me,” Derek says, turning his head slightly so that he can look atStiles. “You always take care of me.”
“I will,” Stiles says,lifting his hand to run through Derek’s hair.
“Theo is my best bestfriend,” Derek says, “and you’re my best best boyfriend.”
Stiles grins, “Is thatso?”
“Mmhmm. Best boyfriendever.”
“Well this bestboyfriend ever is going to take you up to bed,” Stiles says, getting to hisfeet.
Derek looks at himwith wide, hopeful eyes, “Really?”
Stiles snorts, “To sleep.Like I said before, you’re in no condition to do anything else.”
“I am,” Derek argues,getting unsteadily to his feet. He sways a bit but manages to stay standing,sending Stiles a triumphant smile, “See I can stand.”
“Quite theaccomplishment,” Stiles deadpans, “But can you walk?”
“Of course I canwalk,” Derek says, rolling his eyes, “I’m not an idiot.”
Derek makes it a fewsteps on his own before he starts tipping forward and Stiles has to step in,slipping an arm around Derek’s waist to stop him from falling, “It was a niceeffort.”
Stiles manages to getDerek upstairs with little incident. It takes longer than normal, due to Derekbeing unsteady on his feet but they manage. Once he’s on the bed Derekimmediately starts pulling at his clothes, throwing his shirt across the room.Stiles watches in amusement as he tries to get his pants off, ending with themtangled around his ankles.
“This is harder thanit seems,” Derek complains, “why is it so hard? Are the pants enchanted not tocome off?”
Stiles laughs, quicklyschooling his features at the betrayed look Derek sends him. He bends down atDerek’s feet, attempting to help the Alpha out of his jeans, “They’re notenchanted. You’re just drunk. And as much as I love these pants because of theway they make your ass look, they are a little tight.”
Stiles finally getsDerek’s free of his pants and nudges his leg, telling him to move up the bed.Derek rolls over and crawls up the bed, putting his ass on full display. Stileswould think it was an accident if Derek didn’t look over his shoulder, sendinghim a cheeky wink.
“Roll over and getunder the covers you big tease,” Stiles says, swatting at Derek’s leg.
“To sleep, yes,”Stiles says, slipping into a pair of sweats before crawling onto the bed nextto Derek, “but only if you behave. I already told you sex isn’t happeningtonight.”
“You don’t want me?”Derek asks, face falling in disappointment.
“Of course I do. Justnot while you’re drunk. Tomorrow when you’re sober I promise you can have meany way you want me.”
Derek smiles,snuggling into Stiles’ side, his head resting on Stiles’ chest, “I just wantyou with me, always.”
Stiles places a kissto the top of Derek’s head, a fond smile on his face, “That I can definitelylive with.”
