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[lupusalpha]

Right.

[He snorts again]

What cured you?

[studmuffin]

Scott had to bring me a book.

[ He hums a little, lets go of Derek's shirt. ] I dreamt of your house I guess? He had to go through the dream and get this ... fairytale book. And he had to bring me one in real life too?

[lupusalpha]

Why my house?

[studmuffin]

I don't know.

[ It's where it all started, he guesses. ] I dreamt about my dad's patrol car too. And lacrosse.

[lupusalpha]

[He goes back to his bed]

That makes more sense than my house.

[studmuffin]

Look, occasionally I dream about bouncy castles made of whipped cream okay? I don't have to make sense.

[lupusalpha]

What.

[studmuffin]

What.

[ Pulling a face. ]

[lupusalpha]

Nevermind, Stiles.

[studmuffin]

[ Sitting on the edge of his bed. ]

So, from a werewolf prospective how obvious is - [ Waving a hand between them. ] Do I have a giant sign over my head?

[lupusalpha]

Not really. The entire building smells like me.

[studmuffin]

So if I kiss you again, will he notice?

[lupusalpha]

Probably not.

[It's not like they're having sex everywhere. Or anywhere.]

[studmuffin]

[ BUT WHYYYYYY.

So he shifts closer, a grin on his face. ] Gonna kiss you then.

[lupusalpha]

[He kisses Stiles first, aggressively. Sorry, but not sorry.]

[studmuffin]

[ He practically whimpers, leaning in to the space between them. ]

Fuck.

[lupusalpha]

[He pulls him back, kisses him again, growls just a little]

Like that?

[studmuffin]

[ Practically a whine. ]

Fuck.

[lupusalpha]

That isn't a fuck.

[studmuffin]

[ Flushing. ]

I know.

[lupusalpha]

I promise you, anymore than this and Scott will know.

[studmuffin]

[ BUT HE'S LIKE TWO SECONDS AWAY FROM A SURPRISE BONER. ]

We'll tell him there were killer bees.

[lupusalpha]

What?

[studmuffin]

You had to cover me. To save me from the bees. I'm totally allergic.

[ He is not. Also he's trying not to laugh. ]

[lupusalpha]

No you're not.