FBI (For Basic Idiots) [FemStiles&Derek]

Scatterbrain

“Y’know, I Googled ‘Derbear’ last night, just for funsies...” Stiles pipes up into their comfortable silence.

Her eyes flutter open and crinkle when she hears him laugh; feels the sound rumbling through his chest and against her back as he snuggles closer. And Stiles may (definitely does) have to grow up and pretend like his soft (but very much still large) wolfy wang pressed around the curve of her ass isn’t all she’s focusing on right now. Which is where her simply talking to distract herself comes in. (Even AFTER he ate her pussy out so good she almost begged him to stop... She really never will fully grow up, will she? Ugh...)

“That sounds incredibly dirty.” Derek mumbles into her shoulder before pressing a kiss there.

He tightens his arms around her, his forearms resting over her belly and his hands gently gripping at opposite sides of her waist. The bark of the tree trunk he’s leaning against itches his back a little, but he dares not to move (never wants this night to end.) Especially not as she laughs that pretty laugh of hers, or as her fingers dig into his arms, and not as she presses herself back against him when he nuzzles his nose and mouth back into the crook of her neck.

“No, you’re just a dirty minded puppy.” Stiles playfully scolds as she tilts her head back to look at his pretty face (the face of many of her dirty dreams–oh, shit...)

Derek slowly arches a brow just as his lips slowly tug up into a highly amused smile.

“No...” Stiles’ eyes slowly widen in horror back up at him before she defiantly huffs out, “No, I did NOT just say THAT out loud...”

“Well, not loud. You just mumbled, this time.” Derek replies ‘helpfully’ and with a pleasant smile.

“Oh, my GOD!” Stiles roars in frustration with herself as she leans forward out of his arms.

Derek chuckles as he slides his arms around her and quickly pulls her back to sit with him before she can attempt to stand.

Stiles huffs as she slumps back against him, glares up at him and snootily tells him, “This your fault.”

“Me?” Derek quietly exclaims, fights a smirk, instead, leans down to press a kiss to both of those pink cheeks.

“You said I distract you, but it’s clearly the other way around.” Stiles grumble... and knows that’s nobody’s fault accept her own... shut up!

(Who is she talking to now? Jesus, maybe...)

“No, I’m just less of a scatterbrain.” Derek smugly chirps. “And I’m better at hiding it...” He trails off as he presses a light trail of kisses up the side of her neck. “Mostly...” He mumbles distractedly before nibbling at her earlobe.

“Very smooth.” Stiles is amused, but no less impressed... and totally horny again. She feels him smirking that annoyingly sexy smirk against her cheek before he pulls away enough for her to see it, too. (Ugh. Smug bastard.)

“So, you Googled me?” Derek can’t deny that he’s a little curious now.

Stiles snorts out a quite and again, such a ladylike laugh – but adorably, he only smiles at the disgusting sound. “No, I... Actually, yeah, I did Google you a couple of times.” She grins cheekily when he arches a brow before narrowing his eyes. “First time was when Scott and I first met you. And OK, I may have also been intending to Facebook stalk your profile, if you had one, but I was also totally doing what I usually do –“

“Being the nosey daughter of a Sheriff and checking my records out to see if I was dangerous?” Derek finishes for her, brow arched again, and now, an amused, yet, fond smile lighting up his face.