I Will Run You Like A Thread (Fem!Stiles x Derek)

I'll eat you up (I love you so)

"Why do I have to do this, again?"

"Because Lydia's mad at Jackson and she's asserting her independence. Er, well, dominance, really," Allison says, chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah, I understand that, but why do I have to do this?"

Allison sighs and shakes her head, mumbling something about sisterhood and support and other garbage that Stiles really doesn't think is enough incentive for her to be allowing someone to attack her with an eyelash curler like this. "It'll be fun, Stiles. Remember fun?"

Stiles has it on good authority that Girls' Night Out at The Jungle would most likely not be fun. Not for her especially, because hello, haven't they seen her dance? Plus, all those people (and none of them Derek, she thinks, pouting), and terrible music, and oh yeah, that whole thing where the last time she'd gone to the Jungle she'd almost gotten murdered by a lizard monster. No thank you. "I know what fun is, and that definitely is not it," Stiles grouses, trying to duck away from the curling iron Allison is attempting to accost her with.

"Yeah, but we're talking about the type of fun that doesn't involve Derek's dick," Erica says from where she's sprawled out lazily on Lydia's bed, flipping through fashion magazines with all the bored elegance of a French courtesan.

And that might be a little bit fair, Stiles thinks. They were bad enough before, even Stiles will admit that, but since Derek had claimed her, it's like they haven't been able to come up for air. But who could blame her, honestly, with a fiance that... that hot? "I have other hobbies besides my fiance's dick," Stiles mutters, but she knows she doesn't sound all that convincing. Even though it is true, it's just...well, let's just say she's been of a singular focus lately.

"You know, we could seriously expand your wardrobe options here if you didn't let Derek practically maul you on a daily basis," Lydia sniffs from the closet where she's been mulling over options for Stiles to wear. "I didn't think you'd need me to tell you that love bites, Stiles, are tacky ."

Stiles just rolls her eyes. Even though Lydia's with Jackson, Stiles isn't surprised the girl doesn't get it. It's just...it's different for Derek and her. It just is. "I don't want to cover them. I don't care what anybody thinks. I like them."

Lydia sighs, put-upon, but eventually, she finds something that apparently doesn't offend her fashion sensibilities too badly. It's a dress, black, that goes to Stiles's mid-thigh, with buttons all up and down the front, a square neck, and long sleeves that tied around her wrists with shiny black ribbon. And honestly, Stiles thinks, surveying herself apprehensively in Lydia's full-length mirror, it could be a lot worse. Derek had actually managed to show a sliver of restraint the past few days, and she was largely free of marks, visible ones at least, with the exception of a few small, scattered bruises on her shoulders, and that ever-present bite mark gleaming white against her collarbones. Sure, there were the ones he especially liked leaving high up on the inside of her thighs, but if somebody gets up close and personal enough to see those, she figures she's got bigger problems.

Stiles had been unwilling to compromise on the shoes though because she doesn't have a death wish and can barely walk as it is, so in her opinion, heels were definitely out of the question. The sight of Stiles's scuffed up converse sneakers paired with her fancy dress had apparently upset Lydia enough to make her storm off, muttering angrily under her breath, and Erica had been tasked with talking her off the ledge while Allison finished getting ready. Better to send the person with healing abilities, Stiles thinks, considering Lydia's talon-like nails. Safer that way.

"Man, she really has gone off the deep end," Stiles mutters, tugging at her sleeve and resisting the urge to wipe off the eyeliner Allison had just spent the last ten minutes painstakingly applying. Because Stiles being told not to touch her face only made her want to do exactly that.