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

When your hand's resting next to mine

The most annoying thing about being with someone as beautiful as Derek isn't even that he's quite possibly the most attractive person she's ever seen. She's not that petty or vain. Sure, it kind of sucks sometimes, being the uglier one in the relationship (which she can literally never say out loud let alone even think around Derek because somehow he knows. Because he always knows). It's not like she doesn't notice the fact that yes, while some of the staring regarding Derek is fear-based, it's not like people weren't openly ogling him while she's standing right there.

It's not even that he doesn't seem to notice how attractive he is, either. Although considering the whole I can smell what you're thinking mojo, it's more likely he just doesn't care. And not even in a "pretending to be indifferent about it but actually being quite 'different' about it" kind of way. It's like he doesn't even see them, all those people lusting after him. In fact, Stiles is pretty sure he really doesn't. Because she can feel him, always, any time they're together. Watching her. Maybe outside the context of a werewolf relationship, it might be creepy, but Stiles finds the weight of his gaze comforting, something she can cling to when she's spinning out. Something grounding. Something solid. A lifeline to reel her back in whenever she gets a little lost.

If you get lost, I'll find you.

No, the most annoying thing is that because he's so fucking gorgeous, everything he does, even those mundane things all people do like get dressed in the morning, or drink coffee, or make her pancakes, or what he's currently doing right now, reading the paper, are mesmerizing.

That's what Derek does every single morning. Read the actual newspaper, because her super-hot and sexy alpha fiance is also secretly an octogenarian with Luddite tendencies. It's not even the reading, Stiles thinks, staring at him over the rim of her juice glass and trying not to fidget too noticeably.

It's the glasses.

The first time she'd seen him wear them, she'd made fun of him, because obviously she had.

"Why are you even wearing those?" Stiles asks, trying not to laugh but not really being all that successful at it. "You trying 'Hipsterwolf' on for size as your new moniker? Because I have to say, as the person who's in charge of approving this, I'm not a fan. Besides, don't werewolves have perfect vision? Isn't that one of the perks? "

Derek levels her with one of those stares, flashes his eyes at her the way he does when she's talking a little too much, but for some reason, in the moment it just strikes her as silly. This time she can't stop it, the giggles, because he's somehow so freaking adorable like this that it makes her want to die little.

Derek arches an eyebrow, but he's smirking toothily, almost feline because he looks so satisfied. Why wouldn't he be, she thinks, remembering all they'd gotten up to the night before. How satisfying that had been for the both of them... "Is this the level of harassment I should expect at the breakfast table every morning?"

Stiles shrugs, grinning back before taking a bite of her pancakes. "I don't know. Maybe. And I definitely don't hate the glasses, by the way," she adds, winking at him. "The Clark Kent thing kind of does it for me."

Derek blushes (which is a reward in itself, Stiles thinks, teasing or no teasing). "I don't need them to see, necessarily. The print is really small, and my eyes enhance things too much. It's hard to focus on the words, so they blur everything enough that I don't get distracted."

Stiles laughs. "Seriously? You need to wear reading glasses because your vision is too good? If I didn't love you so much I would absolutely hate you."

Derek's face goes soft. "You love me, huh?"

All she sees is naked adoration as he looks at her. Now she's the one blushing. "Just shut up and read your paper, Rupert Murdoch."