Ohh, congrats! How about #120, “He’s pampering me, let him be.”
@andavs this was supposed to be 100% sweet and it’s made it maybe like 90% sweet :D Enjoy!
Derek is maybe, no there’s nomaybe about it. Derek’s kind of high right now.
See it was his and Stiles’anniversary yesterday and they’d agreed that Derek would get to plan theanniversary but Stiles would get to plan the day after. After wining and diningearly in the evening yesterday, they spent most of the night in someinteresting positions together in bed. To be honest Derek had felt rather grosswhen he woke up – they hadn’t showered last night after the end of it all, toosated and dead tired to think about leaving the bed again.
But that had meant certain areaswere kind of, well, crusty this morning. Stiles had woken Derek with a kiss tohis forehead, smelling remarkably fresh and looking far too chipper for thelittle sleep he must have gotten the night before.
But Derek was all too happy toleave their rather odorous bed to shower only to find that Stiles had drawn hima bath. Hopping into a hot bath made up with bubbles and salts was the best wayto start the day.
Right up until Derek realizedStiles had used lavender. Little known werewolf fact that he didn’t think he’dhave to ever need to share but. Where wolfsbane flowers are poisonous, lavenderflowers act as a depressant, like alcohol for humans. But Derek hasn’t beenaffected like this since his mom taught him and Laura with lavender essentialoil- oh. Well that makes sense to add to a bath.
Derek sits and soaks, making noeffort to scrub at or wash himself and thinks he’ll maybe have to set upanother meeting with his mom for Stiles to learn more about werewolves. His momdoesn’t mind, truly, especially since she has no more wolves to teach anymore.Derek’s betas have all gone through the classes and Laura’s have beenestablished for a while now. Honestly he thinks his mom has missed it since allthe kids are out of the house and no one hasn’t started having grandkids so shehasn’t had anyone to teach for a while now.
The longer he soaks, his brainslows down and he feels completely boneless in the tub. He extends his hearinguntil he can listen to Stiles in the kitchen. He must be making breakfastbecause Derek can hear the rhythmic thumpthump thump of Stiles’ knife on the cutting board. Fresh fruit maybe, Derekthinks.
After a while the water hascooled so he starts lazily rubbing himself with a cloth to get the remnants ofthe previous night off his skin. He’s glad he’d pulled himself together enoughto do so when he hears the apartment door open and Stiles startle in thekitchen.
Derek sighs deeply at the soundof all of his betas walking in and interrupting his and Stiles’ day.
“What- what are you all doinghere?” he can hear Stiles ask, startled and embarrassed so Derek pulls himself fromthe bath as fast as he can without slipping and falling with how slow his brainis working right now.
There’s a new fluffy white robehanging on the back of the door and Derek doesn’t have time to think about itsmelling of new and plastic before he realizes it smellsonly of Stiles. His hair is drippingcold water on his neck so he grabs a towel and wraps it around his head to keephis head warm too.
As he walks out of the bathroom,hands stuffed into the pockets of the robe, he takes in the scene in thekitchen and he doesn’t quite like what he sees. Erica and Isaac are crowdingStiles by the counter where Stiles likes to work on food prep. And they’reteasing him. Boyd is standing a step back from them, not participating but hisis smirking. Derek feels his eyes go red as his temper rises quicker thannormal.
“Look at this, all theseperfectly sliced strawberries and mangos and these mini quiches,” Isaac isprodding as Erica leans in and drags a finger down Stiles’ cheek.
Stiles is lookinguncharacteristically timid and hunched in on himself.
“Did the big bad alpha notappreciate your anniversary plans for yesterday and now you’re making it up tohim?” she mocks and Derek is utterly confused and fuming.
“Hey!” he says sharply, pleasedby the way Stiles straightens and the way all three betas flinch and step backfrom Derek’s husband. “What the hell do you think you’re doing treating myhusband like that?” he starts and is again gratified when the three are atleast appearing contrite at being caught.
“Number one: this better not bea regular occurrence. Number two: I don’t ever want to hear you talking to myhusband like that again. And number three: he’s pampering me, let him be. It’sour anniversary and you’re interrupting. So after you apologize one of you willtell me what you’re doing here.”
A chorus of “sorry” emits fromthe three betas who look appropriately apologetic.
“Laura,” Erica starts and Dereksighs internally because of course his sister is involved in this, “paid us $20each to come bug you guys. We, uh, maybe went too far,” she admits and Derekstands his ground when Stiles nods in agreement. He wonders briefly what hadbeen said that he hadn’t heard in his lavender induced haze.
“Thank you for the explanation,we’ll deal with this tomorrow morning, 8 am sharp,” he orders and the betasgroan. They still hate mornings even as 20-somethings.
“Now get out, Stiles and I arestill celebrating our anniversary and you’re intruding,” Derek finishes andthey all three nod before turning for the door.
The silence falls heavy afterthe door shuts behind their unwelcome visitors. Derek turns to see Stilesfiddling with a towel, not looking up at Derek. They’ve come a long way intheir relationship but try as he might, Derek can’t get rid of all of hishusband’s insecurities. Stiles himself has come a long way in understanding thathis position in the pack is different than the betas, he doesn’t have to workon keeping the alpha happy or obeying Derek simply because he’s Derek’shusband. Just existing and loving Derek is more than enough to contribute tothe pack. Derek doesn’t mind reminding Stiles of this fact.
“So let’s say our immature betashadn’t crashed our morning,” Derek says low and smooth as he steps towardsStiles and into his space completely, his hands resting on the counter oneither side of Stiles’ sides. “What would we be doing right now?”
Stiles sighs and drops hisforehead to rest against Derek’s chest, taking a moment to pull himself backinto the moment and out of whatever doubts had been circling in his mind. Derekwaits patiently, only nuzzling the top of Stiles’ head a little bit because thetowel threatened to fall off his head.
“Well, I was going to bring youbreakfast while you enjoyed your bath but I’m guessing the water has gone coldby now so I think we’ll just have classic breakfast in bed,” Stiles explains,pulling back from Derek about halfway through as his voice gained confidence.
With Stiles slouched the way heis against the counter, Derek leans down to press a firm kiss to his lips.
“That sounds great,” he murmursagainst Stiles’ lips and loves that he can feel Stiles’ smile form. He’s gladhe didn’t have to give a reason why getting back in the lavender filled bathwouldn’t be such a good idea. He’ll at least get a chance to bring it up inconversation instead of springing it on Stiles while he’s already a littleemotionally fragile.
Stiles pulls back to look atDerek, but his smile drops into a surprised gape and Derek doesn’t follow –
“Oh my God are you high??” Stiles shrieks.
Well, so much for that plan.
