Re: Mar 9
Derek inhaled sharply as Stiles pressed against him without hesitation. How was it that fear lingered all over Stiles from the nightmare and yet he wasn't afraid of Derek right then? It didn't make any sense but Derek wasn't going to complain.
And what Stiles said didn't make any sense either. "Who was going to go?" He whispered, sliding his hand to Stiles' back so he could rub circles there. Stiles' dad was a sensitive subject but Derek wasn't just going to sit there and ignore what Stiles was saying. Letting out a low noise, Derek tilted his face in closer so he could nose against Stiles' temple, breathe in his scent with the hope of illuminating Stiles' mind even further.