Alpha Yours, Omega Mine

Alpha Yours, Omega Mine: Chapter #20 - Haven

Derek and Stiles spent most of their time just lounging around for a few hours until of course lunchtime. Stiles looked at Derek with a hopeful expression. "Could I cook something or maybe make lunch?"

Derek tilted his head and smiled. "Sure. You can go take a look at what's in the kitchen and have at it."

Stiles grinned and purred, nuzzling his nose against Derek's neck before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Derek followed after checking his phone. He leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched Stiles busying himself with lunch.

"So, Derek, are you like allergic to anything? I mean obviously you're a wolf, but I mean I don't want to make something and then have you unable to eat it," he said with his head in the refrigerator.

Derek smiled. "No. I don't have any allergies. I could help if you like," he offered. He didn't want Stiles to think that as an omega he had to be the one to cook and clean.

Stiles worried his lip between his teeth and then closed the refrigerator, his hands full of various vegetables. "Well, I mean if you'd like to help me, I won't turn your help down."

Derek frowned slightly and walked over to Stiles, taking the vegetables and placing them on the counter. He cupped Stiles's cheek with his right hand and moved his thumb along his bottom lip. "What's wrong, Little Fox?"

Stiles blinked and looked up at Derek leaning into his touch. "I just—" he breathed out. "When I was with Alpha Ryan—" Derek cut him off with a low growl. Stiles blushed and leaned into Derek, his hand going to Derek's chest. "He made me feel like all I was good for was fucking and breeding. I-I know you don't think that, or you probably would've tried already but when it comes to other omega duties–"

"Stiles? You are more than an omega. You are Stiles and you are my mate. I want you to do what you want to do, and I never want you to do things that you don't want to do. Granted, eating vegetables is non-negotiable."

Stiles chuckled at that which was Derek's goal in the first place.

"Mainly, Stiles, I don't conform to the norms for dynamics. So, answer me this...do you want to make something for lunch, or did you say that because you thought I would want you to make something?"

Stiles looked down, shame and embarrassment flooding his scent. "I do love to cook but I said that because I wanted to please you," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

Derek tilted Stiles's chin up to meet his gaze. "None of that now. How about we make it together?"

Stiles nodded with a shy smile and gestured to the vegetables. "I was craving a chopped salad."

"Oh, excellent choice. Would you be opposed to some chicken?" Derek asked as he opened the freezer door.

"How could I ever say no to chicken?" Stiles mock gasped, clutching his heart in a dramatic fashion.

"Well, I mean you're a fox. So how was I supposed to know?" Derek teased.

Stiles looked affronted and rolled his eyes. "So stereotypical. Actually, I may have dreamt about chickens and bunnies when I was asleep last night, but I so can't do raw," he said with a nauseous expression, his body shuddering as if the mere thought was abhorrent.

Derek laughed as he set the chicken in the sink to thaw, grabbed out a cutting board and knife and set them both out on the counter. Stiles grinned and grabbed the vegetables quickly rinsing them all. Derek smiled, his hand resting lightly on Stiles's hip.

Stiles set the vegetables on the counter and set to work chopping them for the salad.

The alpha watched with a fond smile on his face, stepped closer and gently buried his nose in Stiles's hair, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest. "Mine."