[another random thought that i very much need — who the fuck needs sleep, right?]
Stiles and Derek bathe together, not shower (although, they do do that too), but bathe. where Derek finally got around to repairing the loft and made a few upgrades in the process. where Derek took his time picking out every tile, sink design, and particular materials for every room in the loft but gave detail to the bathroom.
the shower is larger, dual shower heads. two sided sinks so that when Stiles finally moved in, they wouldn’t be shoving one another over who gets to shave or brush their teeth first. the most important was the bathtub. Derek wanted it big enough not just to fit him but the both of them.
they both look forward to the nights when they can just sit in a warm bath together and just be. when all Stiles had to do is look at Derek, say, “bath?” and Derek’s up on his feet, following Stiles into the bathroom.
they do truly sometimes just sit in it, comfortable silence between them as they sit at opposite ends of the bath with Derek rubbing at Stiles’ feet as Stiles lays back and shuts his eyes. sometimes they get a little heavy handed with the bubbles, giggling as they plop soapy foam against each others heads, leading into climbing into Derek’s lap and making out until their fingers prune and the water has turned cold.
but Derek’s favorite is when he can lay back against Stiles, feeling contentment as Stiles scrubs gently at Derek’s scalp. soft scratches and fingers tangled in his hair, carefully avoiding getting shampoo in Derek’s eyes when it’s time to rinse. afterwards, they stay there; Stiles lazily running his fingers over Derek’s shoulders or chest. pushing Derek’s head back against his own chest for him to relax.
there’s not many words; simply okay with just being together. there’s a few low whispers of “i love you,” but they both already knew that.
[:3 and that’s it — 🥹 just the thought of them sharing a bath and being gentle with one another🥹]
