Re: 15th
Stiles flinched at Derek’s touch and tried to pull away but Derek was too fast. He continued to tremble and he made a soft noise of distress when Derek touched his other cheek and started to tilt his head up. The teen shook his head and lashed out, shoving Derek and pushing the werewolf’s hands of off him. “Don’t touch me!” Stiles yelled as he scrambled to get away from Derek. He wasn’t chained to the wall but he also didn’t go for the door either. He knew better.
“You touching me! You wanting to be with me is a punishment and I don’t deserve it!” Stiles continued to yell, his voice bouncing off of the walls. He might think it was a punishment but that didn’t mean Stiles didn’t want it. He had loved the feeling of Derek’s strong hands on his cheeks, forcing his head up, and Stiles hated it at the same time. He scrambled to the corner where the toilet was and tried to make himself as tiny as possible. “I’ve been good. Leave me alone.”