Stiles was going stir crazy, slowly but surely he was, and yes the daily visit from Derek was helping but it was starting to become a routine and a torture session for the human slave. They would talk, read, or play a game and there would be touches and kisses but not much more then that which left Stiles to take care of himself after Derek left. He would have to come about three times before he settled down completely and it was getting worse with every day. But of course Stiles knew he needed to trust Derek to know when to move their relationship further but with every day that past Stiles was starting to think that Derek liked to torture him.
Sitting cross legged, elbow resting on his knee and chin in his hand, Stiles kinged Derek before his hand went back to strummin on his other knee like it had been the whole game. He looked over the board for a moment before he moved one of his red pieces into a spot where Derek could take it out.