Stiles climbs to his feet in an awkward tumble of limbs, yanks on Derek's arm too hard and ends up crashing his mouth against his with a little too much force, eyes wide. ]
[ He does what he's wanted to do for months, threads a hand through Derek's stupid hair and lets all that anxiety go. Kissing him is kind of like treading a line to certain death but --.
But at the same time it makes him feel stupid all over and he wants it. ]
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[ Hey he can still watch him walk away, right? ]
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[Do you want to come along?]
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[ To stare at Derek. ] I need a reason?
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[ Just. Sitting. No life or death. ]
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Stiles climbs to his feet in an awkward tumble of limbs, yanks on Derek's arm too hard and ends up crashing his mouth against his with a little too much force, eyes wide. ]
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But at the same time it makes him feel stupid all over and he wants it. ]
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