"Wait. What?" Derek asks, blinking at Stiles. He's quiet for a minute, then smiles at Stiles. "So we're both apologizing for getting each other off, like it was a bad thing. We need to rethink our priorities," he says, shaking his head. Yeah, he wanted to wait and let things develop a bit between them, but truthfully, he couldn't be upset about this. It just stoked his imagination for what was to come and he wouldn't complain about that.

"I'm not upset," he says, sliding back into bed next to Stiles. "And I don't think you should be either. If nothing else, you should sleep pretty good," he says, nudging him gently. "It's okay," he adds, softly kissing Stiles. "No complaints. At all."