Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #21

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Present Day ▹ Two Months Later ▹ November
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"Hey Stiles?" Liam called out.

"In here!" Stiles called back.

Liam smiled and brought in a package. "Delivery guy says this is for you."

Stiles tilted his head. "For me? I wonder why. I never get mail unless it's from my dad," he explained as he started to open it.

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Derek had a bad feeling, and he didn't know what it meant. All he knew was he had to get to Stiles, and he ran right past the delivery truck. He ignored the elevator and took the stairs and that's when he heard it.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

"A bomb," Derek breathed and ran even faster. He raced down the hall and skidded to a stop in front of Stiles's office. "Stiles don't!" he cried out.

Stiles froze and locked eyes with Derek confused before realization dawned on him. "Liam, get back!" he ordered. Liam leapt back almost colliding with Derek. Stiles stood up and his eyes flickered a silvery purple as he formed a barrier around it just as the bomb went off. Stiles was still flung backwards by the force of it, his body crashing into the window. Derek heard the slow cracking of the glass and jumped over Liam who had been knocked over by the blast. He grabbed Stiles and pulled him close just as the glass shattered and the chair Stiles had been sitting in plummeted out the window.

Derek's chest was heaving as he held Stiles tightly. It took him a minute to realize what he was doing, and he quickly went to let go but Stiles curled against him. "Don't leave me," he whispered.

Derek moved a hand to cup Stiles's jaw and their eyes locked. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised.

Stiles buried his head against Derek's chest and that's how they stayed until they had to give statements about what had happened. Something changed between them as though their walls had come down. Anything seemed possible but they held back and still kept their distance from each other.

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Later that week Derek was determined to make an effort and brought Stiles a coffee. Stiles was in a conference room with Liam, and they were talking as they went over a few things. "Are you sure that's the best course of action Stiles?"

"You disagree?" Stiles asked.

"Not at all. I am amazed at how your brain works. Like seriously dude you come up with every possible outcome. It's intimidating how good you are," Liam rambled excitedly.

Stiles grinned at him, and Derek paused, not wanting to interrupt.

Eventually Liam headed out to meet friends, but Stiles didn't go with him. He wasn't ready to leave the office. Derek stole a glance and his breath caught. Stiles was in a white button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, his hair messy but still stylish, khaki pants, red converse, and a pen in his mouth as he tried to make notes. He leaned on the desk, his badge hanging down and Derek couldn't help but think he was a beautiful sight to behold.

Stiles grabbed the pen from his mouth and spoke without looking up. "You know I can hear your heartbeat, right? It's not nice to stare or eavesdrop."

Derek cleared his throat. "I wasn't eavesdropping."

Stiles smiled, glancing at him. "So just staring then?" He teased lightly.

Derek nodded, parroting him. "Yeah, just star-No. No, I wasn't-No," he sputtered trying and failing to prove otherwise.

Stiles chuckled softly and Derek thought it was one of his favorite sounds. "So, you're here late," Stiles observed.

"So are you," he said in reply. Derek set his coffee down and offered the other coffee to Stiles.

Stiles eyed it for a moment and then took it cradling it in his hands. "You got me coffee?"

Derek nodded. "Yes. I hope that's alright. I um-" he paused and went over to the door, closing it. Stiles was still staring at the coffee but when Derek came back over, he met his gaze as Derek continued. "Stiles I know how badly I fucked up. Believe me I know, and it kills me because I had you and I lost you. I'd give anything to take it back and it scares me that I would give up my title, my job and my life to have you back because-"

Stiles felt his eyes watering. "Because?"

"Because I love you," Derek whispered.

Stiles sucked in a sharp breath and looked down at his coffee before setting it down on the desk. "You love me," he whispered.

Derek nodded, not taking his eyes off of Stiles. "Yes. I do and you don't have to say it back if you're not ready and especially if it's not true." Derek looked down and he missed the steps Stiles took towards him. When he looked up, Stiles's face was only a couple inches from his. "Stiles?" he said.

Stiles placed a chaste kiss to the corner of Derek's mouth, his eyelashes fluttering as he did. Then Derek turned his head slightly and caught Stiles's lips with his own as they shared a brief closed mouth kiss. When they parted, they both sucked in a breath before crashing their mouths together again. Stiles slid his arms around Derek's neck and Derek's arms slid around Stiles's waist.

Their kiss was heated and passionate as their bodies thrummed with energy until they felt a flare inside them as their bond was reawakened. Neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Nothing else mattered but them at that moment.