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Maybe being a werewolf suits me.

[ Smiling a little. ] Or maybe it evened out the chemical imbalance in my brain, I don't know.

[He takes a breath]

What do you want?

World peace. A cookie.

[ Derek. ]

[A look.]

I want this not to be weird, but that's not going to happen.

[Derek chuffs and moves closer]

Everything about this place is weird.

I'm trying to imagine a world where it's not the way I know it.

[Sometimes Derek imagines a world where he didn't sleep with Kate, where he told his mom, where Kate had dealt with the pack.

Where his family was whole, where he was whole]

Yeah.

Stop thinking so hard.

[ Because this Stiles knows Derek like the back of his hand. ]

[Derek glowers]

[ Kicking lightly at his foot. ]

C'mon Sour Wolf, it isn't that bad.

You still call me that?

It's gold, why wouldn't I?

[ Smiling then, bright. ] Just because we're dating doesn't mean I don't make your life hell. Like the time I taped those pictures of the Grumpy Cat to your steering wheel. Good times.

I still don't know what you're talking about.

[He takes a moment, then turns, and kisses Stiles on the mouth. It's a moment, a pause, a breath of a kiss]

You do feel it.

[ He rolls his eyes, drags Derek back by the collar of his jacket, smile warm. ] Kiss me again. Properly. If you wanna know what it's like you've got to actually try it.

[He takes a breath and kisses Stiles again, mouth to mouth, this one more than just a breath and a pause. It's open mouthed, it's...open.

There's a measure of trust, but Derek is still holding back, holding himself apart.]

That's better.

[ Stiles doesn't want to push. He remembers how his Derek was at the beginning, how he was too. ] You should talk to other me. Clearly you have some unworked out issues.

[He breathes out, resisting the urge to scent him, and shakes his head]

I don't think so.

[ Eyebrows lifting. ]

You kissed me. You have to feel something. Wolf or not.

Maybe I should give him the bite.

Is that the only reason you're into this? Because I'm a wolf. Because Lydia's pack too and she's human.

You make a good wolf.

Ask first.

[ A smile. ] You're not Peter.

[Derek looks over, quiet]

So? What do you want?

If I'm stuck here for a while I want you not to freak out if I get too close? [ Fidgeting. ]

It's hard, I'm used to touching you. I've been touching you for years. I can't go back to not.