Derek: It's probably best we don't mention the hospital. Derek: Scott keeps giving me weird looks. Derek: You haven't told Scott have you? Derek: Have you thought about it? Derek: We probably shouldn't do that again.
"Stiles, we're on a stake out." Derek pointed out. Stiles smirked, "I know."
It was near impossible to focus on the stake out at hand when there was a very active male sitting just across the table from him. In the last hour, Stiles had managed to torture Derek with his continuous questions and numerous demands for the wolf to humour him until Derek had finally kindly asked Stiles to shut it. Of course now Stiles seemed unable to keep still, an unfortunate consequence of getting the male to be quite. It seemed that Stiles was unable to be calm unless he was doing something and on a stake out there wasn't a lot of somethings to be done.
Derek sighed as the male bounced his leg against the floor again, each deep thud going straight to Derek's head and eventually he just reached out to place a hand onto Stile's knee. Before they'd even left the house, Derek had set the guidelines. No touching, no suggestions and nothing slightly related to their relationship outside of this was to be carried out on the stake out - this was important and Derek had wanted to keep his mind on the target - but it was typical that Derek would be the one to break his own rules. "Stiles please." He pleaded, looking across at him for a moment to portray his message before releasing him and sitting back to return his gaze to the window.
It took only a few minutes before Stiles's hand had found it's way to his leg and Derek should have expected it really, having implanted the idea into Stiles's mind. Of course he had also expected Stiles to abide by the rules but then when had Stiles ever done that? "Stiles." He said warningly, trying to concentrate on the light up building across the street and not the warm limb that was moving gently up his thigh. It was almost impossible to concentrate though when he could hear the increasing tempo of Stiles's heartbeat thudding distinctly beside him and the scent that was starting to roll off his was distracting too; the hand moved higher still, brushing against the zipper of Derek's jeans and Derek's head jereked to fix on the enthusiastic male.
"Stiles, we're on a stake out." Derek pointed out. Stiles smirked, "I know."
Stiles making a Hale family album for their anniversary.
"The collar was funny Stiles, really funny."
"The collar was funny Stiles, really funny." Derek growled darkly from his position on the sofa. With his feet kicked up onto the arm of the chair, and his head laying on the other, he pretty much took up the whole surface of the couch, which meant Stiles was unable to sit down. The collar joke hadn’t really been that funny and Derek was under no illusion that Scott hadn’t had some part to play in the choosing of his supposed anniversary present from Stiles. Derek had thought that this would at least have been a serious day and he would never admit it but he had actually put a lot of thought into the present he’d been going to gift Stiles with that morning. After the collar fiasco though, it had ended up abandoned in a drawer upstairs, never to see the light of day again before some extreme grovelling on Stiles’s behalf. "No really, I was laughing on the inside."
Derek was so caught up in his own anger that he didn’t notice the human boy approaching until the messily wrapped present was falling awkwardly into his lap. “Is that a harness to go with the collar?” He asked snarkily as he picked up the bulky package. It was too sturdy to be a harness, but Derek felt like the harsh comment had served it’s purpose when he saw the expression on the male’s face. Pulling the package towards him, he sharpened his claws to tear the paper away and a frown entered his features as he saw the leather-bound book.
His anger had washed out now, drained from his system to be replaced by a sudden sense of interest and intrigue. He turned it once over in his hands, a bit confused by the object, before he was slitting his fingers into the first page and flicking it open. There was a small mention on the title page, a tiny message from Stiles, but Derek skipped passed it deciding that he had to at least show Stiles that he was angry. When he saw the picture’s though, his heart thudded to a stop. The only sounds was their mingled breathing, still as one despite the rift between them, and the pounding of Stiles’s heartbeat as he waited for Derek’s reaction. “How did you get these?” Derek mumbled, his werewolf side disappearing all together as human fingers brushed over smooth photos and memories. The album was filled with his childhood and his heritage, the things he felt he was missing after loosing his family. Stiles had known that and somehow he had found a way to give it back to him.
