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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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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.

Stiles just grins and puts his phone away, then goes back to eating.

At the question, the teen shrugs. "I guess so? I mean, we had a good talk and got some things off our chests, so, yeah, I think we're in a good place right now."

Derek just nods and starts to fiddle with a pen left on the desk. "How about your nightmares?" he inquires, head cocking to the side as he returns his gaze to Stiles.

Stiles frowns and ducks his head a little before answering. "They're not as bad as they used to be, I guess. I still have some every now and then, but..." He shrugs and trails off.

Derek glances toward the window. "I used to have them...after the fire and after what happened in Mexico. I'd be trapped in burning walls," he admitted softly. "I still get them now and then, but they got better. " He gives Stiles a wry grin. "And at least I'm the age I'm supposed to be. Do you remember having Chinese food with Scott's dad? God I thought you were an asshole," he says, grinning.

Stiles nods, understanding. It was logical for Derek to have nightmares after all of that, after what Kate did to him, then and now. But he thinks it's good that Derek's doing better, and it gives him hope that his own nightmares will fade with time.

The memory makes him laugh, even if it pulls at his wound a little. "Me an asshole!? I didn't even know you could speak Spanish, you dick!"

"Soy un hombre de muchos talentos," Derek says, grinning. "I don't even look like a Miguel you idiot. I'm surprised Scott's dad did arrest both of us on the spot."

Though it really did amuse him now, though at the time he just thought Stiles was slightly crazy. And spastic. And annoying.

Life has a funny way of taking what you think you know and turning it upside down on a regular basis.

"I hate you right now," he says, scowling at the werewolf. "Inside joke that your younger self didn't get." Though he doubts Scott's dad would have arrested them, given that they technically didn't do anything wrong. And his dad would have gotten them out anyway.

"You were pretty cute when you were younger though," Stiles admits, feeling his cheeks warm up at the confession.

"I'm still cute," Derek deadpans, arching an eyebrow in Stiles' direction. "In fact, I have it on good authority that you think I'm hot, actually."

It's nice, how easy teasing Stiles can be. And that blush...he just wanted to lick it.

"You're not wrong," he says with a cheeky grin.

The look Derek gives him makes him laugh a little, how sure he sounds when he says it. "Oh you do, do you? And on who's authority is that, anyway?" Because he's pretty sure no one actually knows about his crush on Derek, or the fact they're kind of dating now.

"You told me," Derek points out, chuckling and moving to sit on the bed beside Stiles. "I mean, maybe not those exact words, but I got the point." He leans down and nuzzles Stiles' neck before pulling back and leaning against the headboard. "And I can smell it on you," he adds, looking smug.

"Oh, oh right, I thought you meant before that," which he did, though he supposed maybe Derek might have known already given the last statement, which he looks so damn proud of.

"That's kind of gross, you know, that you can smell everything," and smell how much Derek turns him on, especially when he does that damn nuzzling thing... that he just did. Ugh.

"Well, you can look and smell but you can't touch," he says, grinning. Not that Stiles wouldn't mind it, but Derek was adamant about not doing anything until his chest wound was healed.

Derek holds up his hands in mock surrender. "I promise, I'll keep my hands to myself." That being said, he lowers his head to kiss Stiles again. Since they were together he figured he had permission to kiss him whenever he wanted.

And he could be good and not touch. Mostly.

He pulls back and breathes, "Sorry," against Stiles' lips. "You're kind of hard to resist, just so you know." Sighing, he leans back and nods towards Stiles' plate. "Finish eating."

"Uh huh, okay," he says, but knows Derek will keep his word. Stiles, however, will have a difficult time with that.

When Derek kisses him, Stiles leans into it and kisses back, groaning softly as he swipes his tongue across the man's lips and delves deeper. He lets out a small sound when Derek pulls away, ending the kiss. "Never be sorry for wanting to kiss me, cuz I'm definitely not," he says, then pouts a little when Derek tells him to finish eating.

"Well, you're pretty irresistible too," he says, then shoves a forkful of omelet into his mouth.

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