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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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"Ah, you say that now," he teases. "What about when I'm grumpy and brooding? Will it still be worth it?" Okay, so maybe he wasn't joking with the last question, despite how light he kept his voice.

"Pretty sure you were already grumpy and broody when I met you, and yet I still fell for you," he says teasingly, but also serious.

Derek nods and feels the last of his tension melt away. "Since you're in no shape for a good make out, let alone anything else, do you want to watch a movie or something? Try and forget about the last few months?"

"How is this my life?" Stiles complains. "I get a boyfriend and every time I get time with him, I'm too injured to make out."

The teen crosses his arms over his chest, pouting a little. Not that he would admit to pouting or anything. Mildly perturbed maybe.

Derek smirks and gently nudges Stiles' shoulder with his own. "It could be worse. You've lived through worse. This is just a... temporary inconvenience."

Derek wasn't usually big on restraint when it came to sex, but he'd never been with someone like Stiles either. Someone he absolutely trusted. For that, he could wait.

"Wait. Did you just call me your boyfriend?" he questions, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Until the next time I see you and I've broken something else," the teen complains, huffing.

Stiles completely stills at the question, then thinks back to what he said and realizes he did just call Derek his boyfriend. They haven't even gone on a date yet!

He feels flustered all of a sudden, his face pinking as he looks away, not daring to look at Derek's face. It's not like they talked about it at length or anything, so really right now they weren't anything other than friends who are pretty interested in each other.

"I- it's- it was just a slip of the tongue, I promise. That's all. So you can just... pretend I didn't say that?"

Derek uses a finger to turn Stiles' face towards him. "Stiles, I'm not upset by it. To be fair, I tend to date people who are trying to kill me, so there's that," he says, able to grin despite it. "But I'm not opposed to the title if you want to give it to me."

"You're sure?" He asks, like he needs to know that Derek really is okay with it.

"Because I think you would actually make a pretty excellent boyfriend."

"Absolutely." Derek takes a moment to lean forward and kiss him softly. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark. "That is, if I can call you mine. I'm not very good at sharing, just so you know."

Yes, he was basically telling Stiles he wanted to be exclusive while they figured things out.

Sighing into the kiss, Stiles pulls back when Derek does, not wanting to push.

"I think I'd be more than okay with that."

Despite Stiles' injury, Derek couldn't help himself. For a moment, he kisses him hungrily, putting everything he was feeling into the kiss. After a few minutes he pulls back, not wanting to aggravate Stiles' injury.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks, searching Stiles' face.

A little groan escapes him when Derek deepens the kiss, pressing into it, nipping and biting.

"Not at all," he murmurs, leaning forward for another kiss.

"Let me know if I do," Derek murmurs, letting Stiles lead, hoping that if it hurt, Stiles would have the sense to stop.

Derek was desperately hoping that this time wouldn't be a mistake, knowing he could trust Stiles and didn't have to fear anything from him. There was a small part of him that was screaming a warning, but that was the paranoid part of him and he understood that so he tried to ignore it.

"Finally," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he shifts on the bed to get closer to Derek, pulling him in to kiss him again, a little more hungrily this time.

The last thing Stiles ever wanted to do would be to hurt Derek. Derek's already been hurt too much, enough to last a life time. If anything, Stiles vows to protect him from that, from anything that would hurt him like that again.

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.

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