Sterek Ficlets

A-Dork-Able

Stiles stared at the counter trying to decide. He heard a knock and his eyes widened before glancing at the clock. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. He hurried to double check everything was ready, forgetting his reason for being indecisive and went to his door. He smoothed his hands down the front of his shirt. He chose a wine-red long sleeve shirt with dark wash skinny jeans and converse. He breathed out and opened the door.

Derek looked at Stiles and the tips of his ears went red. "Holy shit you look fucking gorgeous."

Stiles's cheeks flushed and he ducked his head shaking it. "N-No I'm not Der. If you come inside I'll tell you all the reasons why I'm not."

Derek didn't move right away but held out a white rose.

Stiles perked up at the sight and his heart fluttered as he took it. "Oh gosh it's gorgeous Derek."

"Gorgeous flower for a gorgeous guy," Derek whispered.

Stiles ducked his head again and stepped aside, opening the door more. "Come on in," he gestured.

Derek walked into the apartment and glanced around.

Stiles headed to the kitchen to grab a small vase. "Make yourself at home. I hope you don't mind that I cooked." Stiles rifled through his cupboards and Derek closed the door before heading to the kitchen.

"I don't mind at all. You didn't have to cook Stiles. I would have been equally as happy with pizza," he stated.

Stiles put water in the small vase and Derek turned his attention to the counter. He tilted his head. "Stiles?"

"Hmm?" Stiles turned and noticed Derek's gaze. His cheeks flared up.

"Why is there fruit all over the place?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Stiles wrung his hands. "W-Well you see I was um...I wanted to be sort of goofy and make a fruit salad for dessert. Then I got to looking at the fruit and realized like I could never offer you a banana because bananas equal dicks. so then I thought about a peach but well peaches equal asses. So then I considered cherries but cherries usually equal breasts and I mean I'm sure they're lovely but not like I'd know cause you know one I'm gay and two I don't personally have any. Not that I would need to have any to know...anyways. I kept going through the options and I was just deciding between an orange and a pear. Not the most exciting but most assuredly the ones with the least sexual connotations." Stiles hesitatingly glanced at Derek who was grinning at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Stiles You're absolutely adorkable," he teased his boyfriend.

"Adorka-what?" Stiles exclaimed in mock offense.

Derek chuckled. "Adorable dork."

Stiles had no time to be even mock offended because Derek picked up the pear in one hand and the orange in the other. "Der?"

Derek looked at Stiles and held out the orange. "Orange you glad you love me?" He then held out the pear. "Because we make quite the pear."

Stiles was so taken aback by the easy going teasing that he set the vase down before launching himself at Derek and nuzzling his nose against Derek's neck. "I love you so fucking much."

Derek set the fruit down and wrapped his arms around Stiles as he nuzzled back. "Love you more Little Wolf."