“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time
@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D
“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles,irritated and tired and protective.
Stiles is limp in Derek’s armsafter being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed toaccount for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defendhimself.
Derek had seen it happen, seenthe big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s donewhat he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so farhasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in anormal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolledStiles onto his back to check him over.
He’s got Stiles bridal style inhis arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken careof. But Scott is hovering.
“We should take him to seeDeaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailingbehind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl ofirritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.
“I’m taking him to my apartment.His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to needsomeone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A testwhich I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatientlyexplains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.
“I know, I know,” Scott is quickto answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other butapparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.
Once Stiles is laid comfortably,but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’sworried face.
“He’s going to be fine and ifhe’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stileswakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing orsomething, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along withMelissa and John in the group text.
But the reassurance is enoughfor Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica andBoyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in thewoods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sasstheir alpha at 3am.
Now he just has to get Stilesback to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.
Derek is pacing slowly in theapartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in andconfirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep.Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles iswaving off that should be addressed.
For now, he’s on concussionwatch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’stime to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealingtonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to draghimself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he losesconsciousness for the next few hours.
The pacing is to keep his mindfocused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again.He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and hethinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised thathe’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles isstanding there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek canstill hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.
“You look pretty hot in plaid,”Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’scompletely alert.
Derek looks down at his pajamapants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.
“You’ve said that before,” Derekreplies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is waveringon his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.
He settles his hands on Stiles’warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.
“It’s worth repeating,” Stilessays and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press aquick dry kiss on his lips.
This thing between them is new,not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve keptjust between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further thankissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait beforethings got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who putlimits on things.
The pack doesn’t know. And Scottdoesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’swhy Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff reallywill be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would wantsomeone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT licensenow only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s beendoing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.
“How are you feeling,” Derekasks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.
“Like I got my head smashed intothe ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’schest.
“Thanks for bringing me here,” hesays into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ backcomfortingly.
“Of course,” Derek says gentlyand starts to walk them back into the bedroom.
“Don’t know if I’ve said thisbut, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,”Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement thosewords incited from leaking out.
“I-“ Derek clears the emotionfrom his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing forpainkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offersbut Stiles shakes his head.
“No, just you. Come lay downwith me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the coversup for him to settle beneath them.
Those sleepy eyes, the softfluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without muchresistance.
“Let me just grab you some waterand I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.
Stiles nods into his pillow andDerek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fillsup a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makesquick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses tothe other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealingbeneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.
After a few minutes of slow steadybreathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.
“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles andDerek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.
“Anytime,” he says and iscompletely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more,something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe theysay it in other ways.
