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[iamnotbrooding]

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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[iamnotbrooding]

"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."

[causticly]

It was amusing, in a way, that they were both apologizing to each other over the same thing. Even if Stiles still felt shitty even though Derek wasn't upset with him.

Stiles curls up next to Derek once the man's settled in bed next to him, and huffs a little laugh at that. "Yeah, I'll sleep wonderfully," he murmurs, already feeling tired and worn out, even though he hadn't done much at all.

"I'll be good from now on, though, okay? Until I'm healed," he says, leaning in to return the kiss, then settles himself and rests his head on the man's shoulder.

[iamnotbrooding]

"Sounds good," Derek agrees, wondering if they'll both be able to keep to the decision. Derek had just learned he wasn't very good at telling Stiles no, but he still planned to try. And really, they didn't do that much to be upset about, it wasn't like he fucked him into the mattress while he lay there trying to heal.

Derek drains away what little pain he finds to Stiles won't be woken up by it when his body comes down from its endorphin high. Then he lets his hand move slowly up and down Stiles' side in a soothing motion.

"Sleep. I'll make sure to get up before your dad walks in here later."

[causticly]

He can feel Derek draining his pain away only because it makes him feel a little more tired than he had been before, which helps him relax into the mattress, and Derek.

"Mmkay," he murmurs, eyes beginning to droop shut, and in a few moments the teen falls asleep curled against Derek's side, head turned and face pressed against his shoulder and neck as his breathing evens out.