For the first sentence thing: After a long day at the office, Derek really just wants to go straight to bed.
After a long day at the office, Derek really justwants to go straight to bed.
Hours upon hours ofcrunching numbers have the bad habit of leaving him drained and exhausted. Hishead hurts and his eyes burn from staring at the monitor for too long. Which isquite a feat because he is a werewolf with accelerated healing abilities andshouldn’t even be able to get a headache.
Yet here he is, sittingin his car and staring at the entrance door to his house. It doesn’t comecloser no matter how hard he glares at it. He is so tired that the thought ofmoving alone makes him want to tear up.
Soft tapping againstthe driver side window pull him from his staring contest. Derek blinks twicebefore turning his head slowly. The movement sends a sharp pain just behind hisright eye. He has to close his eyes for a second to breathe through the pain.
The first thing Dereksees when he opens them again is Stiles gentle smile. His boyfriend has asteaming mug in one hand, probably – hopefully – coffee, while his other handrests on the roof of the Camaro.
“Come now, Sourwolf,”his voice is muffled through the closed car door. “Only a little bit more andyou can crash. I already pulled the curtains closed and put a waterbottle onthe nightstand. You only have to follow me.
It is tempting to justfollow Stiles’ into the house and fall into bed.
“I can’t take a napnow,” Derek opens the door with a weak huff before slowly crawling out into thebright sunlight. He sways a little but finds his footing with Stiles’ handresting on his elbow. “There are papers I need to look through until tomorrow.They are important.”
“No they are not,”Stiles replies when he closes the car door behind Derek. “You are important.You don’t even need to work and given that you have a headache when that shouldbe an impossible thing is warning enough, don’t you think so?”
He doesn’t even waitfor Derek’s answer. Instead he puts the mug into his shaking hands beforetaking the briefcase from the backseat. The liquid in the mug isn’t coffee, it’stea.
“Stiles,” Derek triesagain and takes his other hand to steady the mug. The warmth feels soothing.
“No, Derek,” Stileslooks at him, gentle but decisive. “You will go inside, finish your tea and getinto bed. You’re not just tired, you’re exhausted. And really, tomorrow isSaturday. Do you need to go into work on a Saturday?”
Derek frowns and takesa sip from his tea.
“Tomorrow is Saturday?I still feel like it’s only Wednesday,” he sighs and leans against Stilestaking in the warm scent of his boyfriend. “So I can take a nap?”
“Sure you can. And ifyou’re a good boy and head inside now, I’ll even join you.”
Not even the headachemanages to slow Derek down when he has the promise of a cuddled up nap.
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