One More Night

Ten

A/N: Ummmm sorry <3

The morning after Derek accidentally spent the night was awkward, to say the least. Stiles woke up first, confused as he started to realize Derek was still in his bed. He blinked a few times and looked at his alarm clock. It was 7am on a Tuesday. Stiles had class at 9 and he had no idea what Derek's schedule was, but he was almost afraid to wake him up.

After a long time of contemplation and watching Derek sleep beside him, Stiles gently shook Derek awake. Derek sat straight up, forcing Stiles away from him so he didn't get smacked in the face. "What time is it?" Derek asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

"It's seven," Stiles told him, sitting up to face Derek better. He wasn't sure what was going to happen now that Derek had spent the night. That was one rule they had. No sleepovers. That led to feelings and relationship type things and they agreed they didn't want that. "Um- so, we. . . Um- you,"

"I have class," Derek cut him off, which was fine because Stiles had no idea what he was trying to say anyways. "And. . . sorry about falling asleep. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, no- it's not a big deal," Stiles replied, trying to act all cool about it. Inside, he was kind of freaking out. "Do you want some coffee or something before you go? I can put it in a travel mug." God, why was he offering to send Derek off with a cup of coffee like they were a married couple getting ready for work in the morning. He was just nervous. This friends with benefits thing was all new to him. He was used to one night stands and never speaking to the person ever again.

Derek smiled awkwardly, already dragging himself out of bed. "Thanks, but I'm good." He got up, finding the rest of his clothes as he shimmied into them without another glance at Stiles. "Talk later!" he called, half way out the door.

Stiles watched him hurry off and gave an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, later," he mumbled, and Derek was already gone, so he was just talking to himself. He tried to shake off the weird vibes, reminding himself that Derek was just freaked out because he accidentally slept over. He probably thought Stiles was judging him, or mad at him or something. He sat in bed for a few more minutes, trying to think of something to text Derek later tonight, or tomorrow, to set things right. Something to get them back into the swing of things, no more awkwardness between them. Stiles was willing to forget this even happened.

Suddenly, Stiles's phone lit up and buzzed loudly against the nightstand. He checked it curiously and saw it was Derek. The message read: Heads up, I think I just passed your alpha in the elevator. He didnt look happy

Stiles felt a surge of panic as he scrambled out of bed. He completely forgot Scott was coming over to pick him up this morning for coffee and breakfast at the diner. Scott was going to smell Derek all over Stiles's bedroom for sure, especially since he stayed over last night. In a matter of seconds, Stiles stripped the sheets and blankets off his bed and shoved them into the washer in the laundry closet. He started it up just in time for Scott to let himself inside.

Stiles leaned back against door to the laundry closet and smiled as Scott stepped into the room. "Hey buddy! You didn't call, I almost forgot about our plans!" He was being very obvious, but Scott was oblivious, so he wasn't too worried.

"Stiles, don't freak out," Scott started, his jaw tight. "I just passed another werewolf in the elevator and I'm pretty sure it was Derek Hale."

Stiles had to play stupid. "What? That's ridiculous, Scott. What would Derek Hale being doing in my apartment building?" He just hoped his heartrate wasn't going to betray him. He'd gotten good at lying over the years, so well that no werewolf could tell when he wasn't telling the truth. When he was overly nervous about something, sometimes he slipped up.