Lu-Pining for Your Purrr-Fection

Lu-Pining for Your Purrr-Fection: Chapter #2 - Smells Familiar

 🐾 POV: Stiles 🐾

Stiles woke up slowly, started to stretch as he rubbed his eyes, and he felt his heart sink when he looked down to see his slightly tanned mole covered skin instead of sleek black fur. He deflated and started to trace them before sighing. It wasn't that he didn't love himself, but he loved being a cat and yes, he was grateful to have changed back but then again, he also wasn't.

He groaned softly and buried his head in his pillow and began to fall back asleep dreaming about a ball of yarn. He started purring at the idea and he took comfort in knowing he hadn't lost that.

He realized he must've slipped back into REM because when he stirred again, he saw a figure standing in his bedroom doorway before a voice spoke, "You know I'm glad that when you change back you had the decency to have underwear on. I haven't seen your ass since I stopped giving you baths, and I would rather not see it again as long as I live."

Stiles rolled his eyes and snorted. "Good Morning and love you too Dad."

Noah tilted his head and cleared his throat, "Stiles? You need to leave in ten minutes. Now I have to go to work but from what I'm seeing here, I'll end up leaving and you'll be late...again. So, I need to hear you tell me you'll get yourself up."

Stiles groaned and nodded sleepily as he mumbled, "Mhm. Sure thing, Daddio."

Noah shook his head fondly. "Uh huh. Alright then. I'll see you tonight, Stiles."

Stiles barely registered his dad's retreating footsteps before he was zonked out again.

Turns out that his dad was right—as usual—and Stiles found himself scrambling to get to campus. Whenever he shifted back, he would always find himself in black boxer briefs which was great...for his dad anyway.

Stiles yanked on a pair of dark wash jeans, slipped on a red t-shirt, pulled on a white plaid shirt over it, and tugged on his black converse. He panted from the effort before snagging his backpack off his desk chair, running downstairs, grabbing a coffee cup that alright he waited to fill until he had made a new pot and you would too if you were him because lukewarm coffee is a crime against humanity thank you very much. He then checked his pockets for his phone, wallet and keys before bursting out of the house and after locking it he piled into his jeep and sped off towards campus.

By the time Stiles made it to campus it was ten minutes past the start time of his class, and he knew he was in deep shit. He fumbled to get out of his jeep, grab all of his things and make it inside to his classroom. He raced to the doorway intending to just get to his seat, but he had spaced that it was exam day and so his professor was still giving an announcement when he burst through the door.

"Ah Mr. Stilinski. How kind of you to join us. Take a seat in the second row today and be glad the first is full or that's where you'd be."

Stiles didn't argue or say anything which was unusual for him, but he took a seat in the second row and as luck would have it, he had a perfect view of the TA. Therefore, as the professor droned on—though it wasn't so monotone as to be considered a drone—Stiles took his sweet time ogling said TA.

He was divine looking, but Stiles had such sinful thoughts about him, and it had gotten increasingly worse as the semester had gone on. The TA had never noticed him, or his ogling and Stiles was alright with that. He wasn't so full of himself as to think there was anything there, but he could dream. He allowed his eyes to roam over the TA whose name was Derek, but Stiles found that calling him by his name made it too easy to call out his name at other times. So yeah, Stiles never called him Derek...alright almost never.

Derek was gorgeous straight muscle, especially his biceps that Stiles had fantasized about many times. He had raven black hair and slight stubble on his face that actually framed it well. Then Stiles's favorite thing about Derek were his eyes that were in a word—beautiful because there's no word to describe them other than—beautiful. Stiles had looked and even used a dictionary plus a thesaurus to no avail. So, Stiles just called them what they were and that was beautiful.

Stiles was snapped out of his daydream by said TA placing an exam on Stiles's desk before moving to hand out exams to the rest of his peers. Stiles pulled a pencil out of his backpack and stared at the exam discovering that he would more than ace it but that didn't stop his knee from incessantly bouncing as he started to fill it out once the professor had told them to begin.

🐾 POV: Derek 🐾

Derek finished handing out the exams and then took a seat at the desk the professor had given him to use while he assisted him. He felt sore from not sleeping well the night before. Made sense he wouldn't have after all the events that occurred. Derek rolled his shoulders and then his neck before picking up his book. He had planned to get caught up on some reading while the students took their exams.

He successfully tackled another three chapters before he froze as his nostrils flared when a scent wafted towards him. His eyes snapped up from his book as he scanned the classroom, and he realized the smell was familiar to him which made his wolf snarl but lucky for Derek he didn't do so loud enough to be heard by anyone. He looked around and tried to pin down the smell, but it became increasingly difficult to do.

Derek became extremely frustrated because the anxiety saturated student that sat in the second row, who had been late to class—again—was keeping him from catching the scent. He couldn't pin it down and Derek reluctantly turned his attention back to his book. He would wait until after the exam and because he was near the door, he knew he'd catch the scent again as soon as whoever it was walked by him.

When the students began to hand in their exams Derek was ready to catch the scent again and he was careful to subtly sniff the air as each of them walked by his desk. He paid no attention to the professor who had called over the student who had been late, but he could still hear the conversation.

"Mr. Stilinski? You can't continue showing up late. If you had showed up any later, I would have failed you for this exam. I'm serious, this is college not high school."

The student replied back instantly. "I know Professor Levi. I am so sorry. Last night was tiring and I overslept, which I know I've done before but I won't again. Obviously, you'll believe it when you see it and I know that because my dad says that all the time and—"

The professor quickly cut him off. "Just go. Be here on time for my next class."

Derek rolled his eyes because this student was trying, and he did say he was sorry without being a smartass like a lot of them were.

After the professor turned his back, he heard the student say something else. 'Mhmm. Yeah, well if you'd gone through what I did you'd have probably not shown up at all because you know being up in a tree fucking sucks old man. So, you just go back to your papers, and I aced your exam anyways. I bet a fourth grader could do it. Plus, I learned all this already.'

Derek's eyes went wide realizing that he had spoken too soon, and he waited for the inevitable raised voice of the professor but when he didn't respond Derek looked over just as the student walked past him. Only then did he realize that the student was the familiar smell and the retort had not been said out loud.