Ain't no rest for the wicked

Having fun with the old and the new

Just a lot of fluff and feels in this chapter!

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When they step inside his room, Stiles makes his way to his wardrobe and takes out his sweatpants and a Lacrosse jersey he had gotten from Nena last Christmas because he told them about loving Lacrosse.

He tries to turn around to give Derek some privacy, but Derek just looks at him amused before ripping off his shirt. Stiles tries not to drool.

''So, are you going to tell me about all the tattoos? Because I remember that you passed out when Scott got his tattoo.'' Derek says while pulling on the jersey. It does funny things with Stiles to see Derek in his clothes. He wished he could smell Derek. Now their scents are combined.

''Uh-yeah, yeah, well, tattoos are addictive. You could've told me that before I got the first one. No, that wouldn't have worked because the first one is one of the most important ones.'' Stiles rambles.

''Believe me, tattoos aren't addictive when they use a blow torch on your body.'' Derek snarks at him which makes Stiles smile. He truly missed Derek.

''Why was the first one so important?'' Derek then asks, and Stiles needs to look elsewhere because Derek is standing in his jersey and only boxers. This is more than Stiles can handle.

''It's an anti-possession rune.'' Stiles finally mumbles. He sees Derek freeze in the corner of his eye.

''Yeah, so the first one was that, and then I got more runes to help my magic. I also got a wolf, an arrow, a sheriff's badge, and a-'' He falters, suddenly nervous about how Derek will take the triskelion.

''And a?'' Derek says suddenly from behind him, making Stiles jump a little. ''Dude! I'm getting you a bell, or I'm going to use magic to know where you are all the time.'' He says while flailing a little bit.

''Red, what other tattoo do you have?'' Derek asks softly while stroking Stiles cheek, which is so unfair. Derek Hale is not allowed to be this soft. It makes Stiles weak in the knees.

Stiles promptly decides that Derek needs to see his tattoo. So he lifts his shirt a little and pushes his jeans down to reveal the triskelion on his hipbone. Derek is staring at it with wide eyes, and Stiles is getting anxious. What if Derek hates it?

He tries to pull up his jeans again and lower his shirt, but suddenly Derek's hands are there, and he pushes Stiles's shirt and jeans away to look at the tattoo again. Then he strokes a finger over the spirals, making Stiles shiver with want.

''Do you like it?'' Stiles asks with a hoarse voice.

Derek whips his head up to look Stiles in the eyes before grabbing Stiles's face again and kissing him. When they are both breathless, Derek rests his forehead against Stiles's.

''I love it. But please cover it up, because if I see it again, we're not going to the picnic.'' Derek replies, and seriously, Derek's voice is made for a sex hotline. It's so unfair! Well, wait, it's not because Derek is his and only his. Holy shit! They are mates!