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Derek focused on the house, listening intently. The Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway and he could only hear one heartbeat in the house so he assumed Stiles was home alone. He debated for a moment before foregoing the front door and leaping up to Stiles' window. Sliding it open, he ducked his head inside to see Stiles lying on his bed and not looking too well.

After everything that had happened with the Beast, not to mention what happened to Stiles when he was at Malia's, Derek had been worried. A shard of glass through the chest was nothing to laugh at and he'd been waiting for what felt like ages to get to Stiles and check on him.

"Hey," he said softly, sliding inside and closing the window behind him. "How are you feeling?"

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Derek can't resist moving to kiss Stiles' neck, his tongue laving over the pulse point in his neck, inhaling the scent that he would swear was made for him.

"Your scent...your taste," he murmurs against his skin. "Can't get enough." Derek is trying very hard not to lose control and just devour Stiles considering his current condition and it takes more than a few minutes for him to pay attention to the smell of blood mixing with Stiles' other scents.

Groaning, he pulls back, searching Stiles' face. Without asking, he touches his arm and begins to bleed away the pain. "I'm sorry, I lost a bit of control there."

Stiles is... not trying very hard, actually. He is way on board with anything Derek wants to do- even if it's just more kissing. He's totally good with just kissing. Hell, he doesn't think he'll be able to get enough of Derek's mouth on his.

The words go straight to his gut, coiling hotly there and Stiles can't help but moan into Derek's mouth. Stiles is panting by the time Derek pulls away, and Stiles curses his human-ness for being so easily injury-able.

"I am so for you losing control," he says, slumping against Derek a little as the pain is drained away again.

"And if you hadn't had a shard of glass sticking from one side of your body to another yesterday, I would be more than happy to lose control," Derek murmured, drawing a finger along Stiles' jaw. "Until that's healed, I'm not going to do anything that would hurt you further."

Sighing, he pulls back his hand and smiles softly. "Give it at least a few days and we'll see, alright?"

Stiles sighs heavily, because he knows Derek is right, as much as it annoys him. "Fiiiiiiine," the teen practically whines out.

He feels less annoyed when he sees that sweet little smile on Derek's face, his chest warming at the sight. "Yeah, okay."

Leaning back against the headboard to get comfortable, Stiles pats the spot next to him, much like he did that first night.

"At least come keep me warm while I try to get some rest." Twice now he's gotten Derek in bed next to him and not been able to do a damn thing about it. Ugh, his life.

"You're such a whiner," Derek teases, shifting until his side was pressed up against Stiles. "There truly are worse things than having to wait a few days to get a little action."

Though to be honest, Derek wasn't really looking forward to the blue balls he would no doubt have to deal with himself. But it wasn't like he wasn't used to it by now.

"Are you sleepy? Want to put on a movie you can fall asleep to? Then maybe we can try and get some more food into."

"You try getting stabbed in the chest and not being able to heal," he complains, giving the man a small glare.

Though he settles once Derek's beside him and finds himself yawning a little.

"A little, yeah. Hey, why don't you tell me where you've traveled while you were gone, instead?" Stiles asks, he's had enough of watching movies for now, having spent the first few days of his injury in bed watching them.

"I can do that," Derek agrees, reaching for Stiles' hand to interlace their fingers. "After Mexico I went to South America and spent some time with Cora. I needed to reconnect with a family member that wasn't totally batshit crazy after the crap Peter pulled." Derek smiled. "She's happy there, she has a life and a pack and guy named Marcos that she never shuts up about. It was good, being away from all the threats that come with being a part of Beacon Hills."

He pauses for a moment to study their joined hands before continuing. "I finally made my way north again, bought a little cottage on the beach down south of here. It's where I've primarily been staying. Healing I guess you should say. I spend a lot of time meditating, learning to control the full shit to a wolf." His eyes sparkled when he smiled at Stiles. "I am one damned handsome wolf, for the record."

"Speaking of the cottage, if you ever want to get away for a weekend, it's right on the beach and a pretty chill place to be. Let me know if you want to go sometime, alright? I...I think I'd like to share that with you.'

Stiles listens attentively as he lays there nestled next to Derek, their fingers threaded together. He's happy to hear that Cora's doing good, that she's alive and well, and that Derek got to spend some time with her.

And speaking of family, Stiles should at some point tell Derek that Malia is his cousin. That he briefly dated. He's not quite sure how that will go over, so he'll shelf it for now.

Stiles snorts at how proud of that Derek sounds. "I have no doubt. You'll have to show me sometime," he says, sounding tired but generally interested.

"Really?" Stiles asks, tilting his head back and up to look at Derek better from where he'd been slouched against him. His face flushes a tiny bit but he nods. "I think I'd like that too. Maybe we can do that when spring break hits."

"As long as you tell your dad that's where you're going for spring break," Derek counters. If things were going to work between them, he didn't want them to start by lying to Stiles' father. Not only would it be a bad start, but he'd come to respect the Sheriff over the last couple of years. The man did what he could to protect not only Stiles, but the whole county.

He grins. "How about we plan our first date, then we'll worry about spring break. Is there anything in particular you want to do when you're healed up? Any movie you want to see, or place you want eat?" Please god, don't let him say that he wanted to go bowling.

Stiles nods in agreement. Something like this, he doesn't want to keep from his dad. Derek and his dad have worked together before, and he knows Derek respects him. And, really, he's gotten tired of having or trying to lie to his dad all the time. So the less secrets there are about this, the better.

"I'm sure you can guess exactly what I'd like to do once I'm healed up," he says, giving Derek a heated once over. What? He's a healthy teenager!

Derek smirks and let's his eyes darken as he stares at Stiles. "I know exactly what you want, Stiles and I plan on giving it to you...when you don't have a hole in your chest." He leans down to kiss him quickly and lays back. "If you'd like, I can tell you all the things you have to look forward to," he teases, eyes lighting up with laughter.

Stiles licks his lips at the way Derek looks at him. Damn his stupid injuries! They could totally be making out right now! But he supposes the wait will be worth it in the end.

"Don't tease me unless there's going to be some follow-through," he warns. "Because that's just wrong otherwise."

"Which is why I asked if you wanted me to, instead of just telling you," Derek said, completely amused by the conversation. Just because he wasn't going to sexually tease Stiles didn't mean he wasn't going to tease him at all. "And I won't do anything I don't fully intend to follow through on," he added, eyes lingering on Stiles' lips.

A brow twitches up and Stiles settles himself on the bed, then motions for Derek to continue.

"By all means," he says playfully.

Derek watches Stiles, a small a thoughtful expression on his face. As fun as it would be, he didn't want to get Stiles aroused and agitated since he was still recovering. But he didn't want him to think that Derek didn't want him either, because damn, did he want him. So he settled for careful honesty instead. "To be honest, it wouldn't be fair for me to tell you all the things I want to do not only to you, but with you. Your hormone charged brain would just make things uncomfortable for you and there wouldn't be much that could be done about it. Well, I'm sure things could be done, but you'd probably end up in pain, so I'll just say this; you're what I think of when I wake up, and when I go to sleep and I usually have to jack off on both occasions. I've had a lot of time to think about what it would be like to be with you, and I'm damn sure going to make the most of it when I finally am, and by make the most of it, I mean to take my time and make sure you enjoy every second of it." Then he just smiles, incredibly happy in that moment just to be there with Stiles, doing absolutely nothing and still managing to be utterly content.

His face flushes when Derek admits how much he thinks about him, even though he knows the man is right- it wouldn't be fun if he was in pain the whole time they made out.

But seeing Derek smiling at him the way he is right now- the wait will be more than worth it.

"Oh my god, come here and let me kiss you," he says, feeling his heart race and chest go tight with emotion. It hurts a little to move, but he doesn't care, just reaches out to tug Derek to him so he can kiss him. It's almost too much, the sincere honesty Derek gives him.

That's it. He's going to romance the fuck out of Derek Hale.

And Derek lets Stiles kiss him for as long as he'd like, it wasn't like he was going to complain. His only concern was for Stiles' injury and doing nothing to aggravate it. When they finally broke apart, Derek let his forehead rest against Stiles for a long moment before pulling away, sighing.

"Do you need to sleep?" he asked, brushing his thumb over Stiles' hand. "Maybe eat a bit more?"

Stiles sighs as well, not wanting the kissing to end but knowing it had to, though he doesn't pull away until Derek does first.

"I think I'll try to eat a bit more, then get some sleep?" He was feeling a little more hungry now anyway, and he knew he had to eat even if he didn't feel like it. He didn't want to make himself sick on top of being injured.

"Ok. I'm going to make you an omelette, get some protein into you, then you can sleep as long as you need to. I'll watch something on the computer while you sleep, keep taking away pain so you sleep better, alright?"

Derek kisses him and rolls carefully from the bed, doing his best not to jostle Stiles.

"If your dad comes home before you wake, I'll...talk to him." Whether it's a statement or a question, Derek isn't sure.

Stiles almost- almost- makes a comment about the kind of protein Derek can give him, but he thinks he's joked enough about that for the time being. He doesn't want to scare Derek away, after all. Not that the guy doesn't already know the kind of person he is, but still.

"Yeah, that'd be great, actually, thanks," Stiles replies, giving the werewolf a genuine smile.

"I don't think my dad will mind, considering how many times you've saved my ass."

Derek was strangely calm about the idea of talking to Stiles' dead. He liked and respected the Sheriff and thought that man would give him that benefit of the doubt. That he would know Derek only had Stiles's happiness in mind.

At least that's what Derek hoped.

He raids the kitchen, finding some things to throw into the omelette to give it a little flavor. When he returns upstairs, he had a glass of juice and a plate full of eggs with a side of turkey bacon for Stiles. He'd make himself a sandwich once he knew Stiles was sleeping comfortably once again.

"You don't have to eat it all, just as much as you can," Derek advises, handing the food and drink to Stiles. "Get some fuel in you to heal with."

It was a little weird to know Derek was downstairs cooking him food in his kitchen, while he was up in his bedroom resting, weird but nice. Definitely nice.

When Derek came back up with he food, Stiles sat up in bed and took it from him when offered. It smelled and looked delicious. The teen grinned up at him, "Thanks, Derek," he said before digging in and groaning at how good it tasted.

And Derek said he couldn't cook. Pfft, this tastes just fine to him.

Derek just nodded and took at a seat at the desk, fiddling with things until he turned to watch Stiles eat. It was almost easy, slipping into this role of protector and care giver for Stiles. He would have done it for any of the pack really, but this was different. He didn't want to kiss anyone else in the pack, didn't want to feel their naked skin against his.

Just Stiles.

He got a kind of silly grin on his face, though he wasn't aware of it, completely lost in thought.

Stiles looks up when Derek goes silent, bite of his food halfway to his mouth, and sees the adorable goofy grin Derek has. He pauses and quietly grabs his phone to take a quick picture of that look. That is one picture he is keeping all to himself.

Derek rolls his eyes at Stiles taking a picture, but he doesn't grumble too loudly about it. His eyes probably flashed and ruined it anyway.

"Are things better with you and Scott?" he asks, leaning back in the chair and studying Stiles.

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