The Easter Bunny
A silly little Sterek thing, with an even sillier (and not very good) edit of Stiles and Derek with a bunny.
*Accepting suggestions for a name for the bunny*
“Is that a rabbit?” Derek asks, his eyebrows scrunched adorably, a sleepy pout on his face as he scratches his hip absentmindedly. His sleep rumpled shirt riding up and revealing a hint of smooth, tan skin, and Stiles is momentarily distracted from the purpose of his visit.
“Uh… yes?” Stiles replies, realizing it came out as a question when Derek's face grows momentarily more confused. “I mean, yes. It's a bunny, obviously it's a bunny,” he rushes out, shifting the small white and black rabbit in his arm and gesturing with the cage he's holding in his other hand. “Can we come in?”
Derek steps aside, still confused, but starting to wake up and catch up. “And why do you have a rabbit. In my house?”
When Stiles looks up from where he's set up the cage and is arranging the bunny inside of it, Derek is standing with his head cocked to the side and his eyebrows set in their “suspicious” position. Some can't help but smile at the picture that half asleep Derek makes, looking slightly confused in his living room wearing well worn pyjamas.
“Stiles?”
“People impulse buy them, for Easter, and this little lady was all jumpy around all the little kids; reminded me of someone,” he adds with a soft smile which Derek rolls his eyes at, but blushes slightly anyway.
“Wait, rewind a little,” Derek interrupts, needing more context, and accustomed to Stiles’ habit of starting stories in the middle. He shuffles over to where Stiles is folded onto the floor, petting the bunny with his fingertips while she munches on some alfalfa.
Derek reaches out to scratch gently at the rabbit's ears, his fingers bumping against Stiles’ on her small body.
“I passed a pet store, and I went in to snuggle some puppies, because, y'know, finals and you refuse to shift and let me nap on you,” he jokes, then pauses while Derek laughs and Stiles feels the same pride he always does when he makes Derek happy. “Anyway, they had bunnies in a big case, and this one was trying to phase through the side to escape the grabby hands, and she looked at me and i couldn't just leave her, Der.”
Derek reaches up to smooth the small crease between Stiles’ brows. “Of course you couldn't, babe. That's one of the things I love most about you,” he smiles, still running his thumb along Stiles’ face.
Stiles leans happily into the touch, pressing a kiss to Derek's palm. “So?” he asks hopefully, eyes widening as though he actually needs to beg.
Derek chuckles, “So, what're we gonna name her?”
