"Morning babe." I heard behind me. I grabbed my coffee and turned around to have lips pressed against mine, and a hand sneaking along my happy trail.
When I had let go of the kiss, I looked up at the love of my life, Derek Hale.
"Hey, sweetie." I replied with a smile.
"Don't call me 'sweetie'." Derek sternly said.
"Honey buns?"
"No."
"Muffin?"
"No."
"Lovey dovey?"
"No."
"Sour wolf?"
Derek had a blank expression as he turned around and walked away.
"No, Derek. I'm sorry. Please come back." I said in between laughs.
"No." Derek said.
"I'll make pancakes..."
Derek suddenly stopped in his tracks and said,"Pancakes?"
"Yup." I replied.
He turned around and headed back into the kitchen with me.
A few minutes later, I was flipping some pancakes with my spatula while Derek just leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at me.
I was on my last two pancakes when I said,"Get the syrup and butter out." to Derek.
He groaned as he walks over the the cabinet and got out the syrup, then walked over to the refrigerator and got out the butter.
As I was placing the stack of pancakes on the kitchen counter, I felt a thick gooey substance run down my face. I quickly turned around and saw that Derek had a big mischievous grin on his face.
"Come on, Derek! Why would you do that?" I asked.
"Oh come Stiles it's not that bad. Look."
Derek then licked at some of the syrup that was dripping down my neck and then deeply kissed me with the syrup still on his tongue.
As I kissed him back, I could taste the syrup mixed in with his natural taste. It tasted sweet and yet intoxicating.
Derek knew I liked it because he could hear my moans and groans.
When we released our kiss, my lips were pink and swollen, usually how my lips are every time Derek kisses me like that, which he only does when we're in bed or when he's trying to make a point. I got the message...
"So know that your hair and face is all sticky, do you want to come in the shower with me?" Derek asked.
"But you don't have syrup on you..." I said with a smirk.
"But I still need a shower." Derek whined.
"Uh uh. I'm not going in to a shower with someone who doesn't syrup on them." I said gaining victory.
I turned around and grabbed the syrup bottle.
"So...what's it gonna be?" I asked with a cocky grin.
Derek hung his head in defeat then looked back up at me.
"Fine, Stiles. Hit me with your best shot."
I grinned even wider as I started pouring the thick gooey substance on Derek's head which ran down his face and naked chest.
Derek closed his eyes and smirked as Stiles then rubbed the syrup all over his chest.
When he was done, Derek opened his eyes to see a Stiles with a big wide smile on his face,like he had finished painting a masterpiece. That masterpiece just happens to be his boyfriend.
"I love you." Stiles said and leaned forward to kiss Derek. As he kissed him,he could taste the sweet syrup on his tongue. He then put the syrup down and wrapped his arms around Derek and jumped up to wrap his legs around Derek's waist. Derek then took them upstairs to the bathroom where they made sweet, morning love in the shower.
The End
