Re: Edge of the picnic. Start of picnic.
Stiles listened and the hurt and panic in his chest quickly disappeared at Derek's words. Derek wanted him and had chosen him. It made Stiles smile softly and tilt his head into Derek's hand. Stiles always found comfort in Derek's touch or touching Derek.
"I like pleasing you, Derek. Not just sexually but the regular way as well. Whether that be doing something I don't want to do or I want to do. I thought... I thought that is what a slave is," Stiles said softly looking at Derek because he wanted to erase any doubt the werewolf had. "I know I'm not a very good slave and I'm sorry."