Re: Second Floor
The space between Derek and Stiles was small enough, that Isaac could feel the human's body heat rising off of him. Emotions were running high, and Isaac knew that he was taking a very large chance of being soundly rejected, but it was a chance he was willing to take, for his Master's comfort. He slid out of Derek's lap, already missing it, before he was even fully on the mattress. Fluidly, he crawled the few feet over to Stiles, his hips swaying from side to side.
Words didn't seem very useful, so instead he simply pressed the top of his head against Stiles' arm, a pack greeting that imprinted just a touch of his scent on the boy, and vice versa.