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[ He almost wants to wake up and find this all a dream, find himself plastered to Derek in his sleep. ]

I'm just having a moment.

You coul-

[Wait.]

Is that my shirt?

No?

[ Yes. ]

[Derek just needs to - a sniff and it's a confirmation]

Do you need my scent that badly?

My room at home smells like you rubbed all over everything, okay? And if I'm not there I'm in your bed and it's just -- easier.

[ Huffing. ] I can take it off if it bugs you.

Because you're mine.

[He says it like a realization.]

Come on.

[ He doesn't even stop to comment, just moves because the itch under his skin is driving him mad. ]

[He takes him by the wrist and leads him to his bed]

Okay, get in.

Are you sure?

[ There's an eagerness to his voice he can't quite hide, but this is another Derek entirely, Stiles shouldn't overstep the mark. ]

Stiles!

[A slight growl. He doesn't like to repeat himself.]

[ Actually doing what he's told must be a really rare thing, but Stiles climbs in anyway, instantly breathing in the scent of his sheets. ]

Better.

[He gets in after, sliding behind Stiles, feeling just a little awkward. Well, he knows it's his beta, and that feels right, and Stiles smells like werewolf and pack, too.]

Don't kick me.

[ Sounding much less panicked than before. ]

I won't.

[He reaches carefully, and has his arms around Stiles]

Edited 2012-12-30 00:26 (UTC)

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