“The library should be closing soon,” Derek stated.
Stiles looked up from his hunched position over the book he was currently reading, “huh?”
“The library is closing. We have been here all day and we haven’t even eaten since brunch,” Derek said with a frown and closed the book he was reading, “Come on, we should go.”
“But Der, I have to finish this! Look,” Stiles pouted as he turned the book so Derek could see.
Derek moved closer in confusion when he didn’t understand a word, “what is this?” he asked.
“I don’t know! That’s the point. I think it’s a spell, I just can’t translate it. I have been trying to get the magic to work, but it is so protected the words won’t yield. I think it’s a blessing though,” Stiles babbled.
“How can you know?” Derek asked.
“Think of it as a virus or a program. The text I understand because of the magic is actually a less ancient version of the spell, so I am trying to find words to compare and decode it,” Stiles explained. Derek looked at him with an awed expression. Stiles smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him, “don’t be so surprised.”
“I will always be surprised about how amazing you are,” Derek admitted softly.
Stiles beamed at him, “I love you.“ He leaned back over the book, “I will try to read it out loud. Maybe the magic that helps us read it can help us understand the spoken version too,” he decided and did exactly that.
The foreign words filled the air and the scent of magic became potent in the air.
Derek’s instincts flared up, instantly getting on a fight or flight mode that forced his eye colour to shift.
“I don’t think you should be reading that,” he admitted, but Stiles didn’t even look up, “Stiles?”
Stiles stopped to look up at him, “what?”
“You shouldn’t read it anymore,” Derek said uneasily.
Stiles blinked and exhaled, “You are right. The rest is probably warnings or instructions or something anyway. Are you okay?”
Derek put the books back, his body tense and his eyes flickering. “I’m fine, I just never really liked the scent of magic. Come on, we should go now.”
“You are right, I’m sorry. Let’s go get some dinner,” Stiles agreed.
And so they did. They went to a place that served traditional food. They sat down by one of the tables in the back of the room.
The light from the tall candles cast a yellowish glow over Derek’s face, making his bone structure very apparent. It really was a masterpiece, and he didn’t talk about the old paintings on the restaurant’s walls.
Stiles realised he had been staring way too long. He looked down at his empty plate, a smile forming on his lips and his cheeks turning embarrassingly red.
Stiles licked his lips and met his gaze once again. Derek reached for Stiles’ hand over the table and gently stroke his thumb the same way he had done many times before with such affection. It always had the same effect on Stiles, it made his heart flutter and his mind wander. He thought about what he possibly could have done to deserve someone like Derek.
After the dinner and a romantic walk through the city, they went back to their hotel to sleep. They didn’t seem to notice the glowing in Stiles’ backpack as they cuddled up.
The rest of their days went by faster than they would have liked. They went sightseeing a lot, but they always ended up back at the library. Stiles was adamant that they should read all the books in the secret section and it wasn’t like Derek disagreed.
They really felt regretful as they were going back home, but it wasn’t much they could do to change the fact that they had to return.
“It’s not like we even have a case!” Stiles complained, “I am bored here, what are we supposed to do, train all week?”
“Well we do have a house to ourselves, I can certainly entertain you if you want me to,” Derek said with a smirk.
Stiles gaped at him, ”Oh my god, yes please!“
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