Derek grunted as Allison nudged him and lifted his head, craned his neck to see around the girl. From his position he could just barely catch sight of Stiles hastily making an escape and he groaned, lowered his head back down to the pillow.
"Stiles--you're fine," he mumbled, lifting a hand to make a vague gesture that could have been move closer but was just as easily you have a bee on you.