[He's puzzling this together, why Stiles' hand is on him, why he doesn't seem bothered by the morning wood, and he remembers. It clicks with an unpleasant note in his nose, and he shakes a bit, getting up]
[ He doesn't sound like he's going to push it any way. To him it makes sense to keep Derek happy, he doesn't really feel anything is wrong with telling him to come back. ]
[ Curling his fingers in Derek's shirt, not backing down. ]
If you're gonna be the Alpha you're waiting on, you have to let go of that shit, Derek. You don't know how good it could be, how safe and good you could have it.
[ Wrapping an arm around his neck, burying his fingers in his hair. ] Werewolf or not, it's kind of scary how far I'd go if you just let me in, okay? I didn't change when Peter bit me, I just survived most of the line of fire.
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It's...early.
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Yeah, it is.
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I should-
Do you want breakfast?
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[ He doesn't sound like he's going to push it any way. To him it makes sense to keep Derek happy, he doesn't really feel anything is wrong with telling him to come back. ]
I promise I won't bite.
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I'm not really your alpha.
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Of course you are. Human me lives here, doesn't he? Kinda sounds like an alpha to me.
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[But he keeps moving closer, taking breaths in, breathing out through his mouth so the smell of Stiles and sex stay in his nose]
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[ Shimmying to make room for Derek. ]
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How pleased do you think he'll be?
[Derek is a jealous man. He knows that about himself.]
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Stop using logic against me.
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[Fact.]
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You should really learn to use your words.
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[A real one, not a lump of flesh between his eyes, like a human. But he lets Stiles tug him, moves into Stiles' space. Stiles smells like want.]
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[ Grinning, the glint in his eye more wolf than anything. ] You'd probably find me a lot more receptive.
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[With the human Stiles]
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Because I can't.
[Because he can't have something good, it'll turn sour, because Scott, because Stiles is a kid]
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Quit being so afraid.
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If you're gonna be the Alpha you're waiting on, you have to let go of that shit, Derek. You don't know how good it could be, how safe and good you could have it.
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[He presses his nose to Stiles' neck, to the vein there.]
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[ Wrapping an arm around his neck, burying his fingers in his hair. ] Werewolf or not, it's kind of scary how far I'd go if you just let me in, okay? I didn't change when Peter bit me, I just survived most of the line of fire.
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