Sterek Ficlets

Sour? Wolf

Stiles grabs the list from the fridge making a couple final additions. "Puppies? Last chance to add anything!"

Isaac runs in and wraps himself around Stiles's legs. "Please get peach Sunny D daddy?" he asks softly.

Stiles grins and ruffles Isaac's hair. "Of course, pup!"

Isaac beams and scents Stiles before rushing back to the living room to rejoin the puppy pile. Stiles watches fondly as he pulls on his shoes and waits for Derek by the front door.

Derek joins him having to pry Erica off him in the process only to have her attach herself to Stiles instead. "Hey pup!" Stiles says with a chuckle.

"Hi daddy!" Erica giggles, scenting him before rushing to the living room much the way Isaac had.

Derek lets a pleased growl rumble in his chest at how good his mate is with their puppies. "Shall we?" he asks, gesturing to the door.

Stiles gives him a goofy smile. "We shall!"

***

Derek and Stiles split up to each cover half the list and after a kiss head their separate ways. Derek is in the chip aisle collecting the various requests from the pack when he hears someone yell, "SOUR?" He rolls his eyes but says nothing. "SOUR?!"

A woman looks at Stiles who is standing in front of the lemons, "Dear? We know they're sour. You don't have to shout."

Stiles blushes but grins mischievously, "Oh it's not that. Just wait." He calls out again, "SOUR!!"

The woman looks around confused.

Derek huffs in loving annoyance muttering, "Wolf."

A man scoffs, making an affronted sound, "Actually she's a Dalmatian. How rude."

Derek scowls, "I wasn't talking to you or your spotted yipper."

The man glares and walks away cooing at his dog, "Don't you listen to the mean old grumpy man."

Derek rolls his eyes only to hear, "SOUR?!?!" hollered out again followed by, "Come on you know you want to saaaaaaay it!"

Derek snorts and calls out, "WOLF!"

The woman looks at Stiles with a grin and Stiles grins back. "Marco polo is so boring. Had to change it up," he explains.

Derek turns the corner and dumps the groceries he collected into their cart. Stiles sighs dreamily and leans against the cart only to have it slide forward making him flail. Derek steadies him with a snort to accompany Stiles's red face. "Good thing you called love, but I didn't expect to have you fall for me again," he teases.

Stiles crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at Derek as the woman tries to stifle a giggle at their banter. "Oh, to be young and in love. No sourness here. Only sweet." She gives them a wink before leaving the produce section.

Derek smirks at Stiles who is glaring at him. "Awe, come on My Moon. You're not really mad at me," he coos, holding his arms out to his mate.

Stiles goes into them instinctively but mumbles his arms still crossed. Derek wraps his arms around him and scents him. "Hmm? What was that?"

Stiles melts into the embrace purring softly before turning his head to look at Derek. "The one time I call out the sour wolf, you gotta be all sweet and steal my thunder," He mutters petulantly.

Derek huffs out a laugh and kisses his mate's forehead. "I know but guess what love?"

"What?"

"There's only one person I'll be sweet, salty, sour and soft for. Any idea who that is?"

Stiles's cheeks flush and he looks up at Derek from under his lashes. "Me?"

Derek growls softly and nods. "Mhm. You because you are My Moon. Always and forever."

"Alright you big sappy wolf!" Stiles pulls back in mock disgust but grinning like a loon. "We've got puppies to feed and cuddle!" he exclaims, turning back to the cart and checking his list again.

Derek smiles and wraps his arms around his mate resting his chin on Stiles's shoulder. "We sure do. Five at home..." he says and then rubs his thumb back and forth on Stiles's stomach. "And two more here."

Stiles purrs and melts against Derek. "I love you Sourwolf," he whispers as he places his hand over Derek's.

"Love you always and forever My Moon," he promises.

***

Stiles continues to play Sour? Wolf. every time they go to the store. He plays it so much the puppies start to play too. Erica, Isaac, Theo, Liam and Malia start putting lemons in the cart just to see what their papa will do. Derek makes a face every time and sends them into giggle fits. Stiles just smiles and leans against his mate, his hand on his swollen belly. "Sweet, sour, salty, soft, sappy and selfless. All mine."

Derek beams as the puppies scan the groceries excitedly and noses behind Stiles's ear. "All yours."