Capture & Release

Chapter 6

Stiles can for once say he actually understands what people mean when they say they are floating on cloud nine.  He swears he literally floats through the remainder of his day at work, a silly smile on his face that doesn't even fade when he takes calls from some of the more obnoxious clients who telephone to make appointments with Derek to discuss security details of their various events.  This is usually the part of the job that Stiles hates, the more 'corporate' side of the business, where the firm actually provides security services for prestigious events, functions and oftentimes specific individuals.  

This is what provides the company's funds after all, so without these types of services, the more discrete operational side of the business would be unable to operate and Omega's everywhere would continue to remain vulnerable.    Due to the elitist career avenues based on designation, these type of clients are almost always Alpha's and sometimes on rare occasions Beta's.  Stiles had been a bit daunted at the start but to be fair to the Hale's they do ensure that anyone whose business they take contracts with has to ensure they have an equal opportunities clause in their organisation's portfolio to reassure that all designations are (or at least should be) treated fairly and equally.  

Obviously this cannot always be guaranteed and Hale's Angels do undertake their own (slightly illegal) security checks to dig into the various organisations or individuals who contact them before they agree to take them on as clients, as to try to ensure they weed out any potential skeletons in the closet that goes against Hale's Angel's main priority and objective. 

However, all the weeding aside, that does not mean that assholes aren't still assholes regardless of their designation or business principles.    More often than not Stiles tends to deal with these types of people with a brand of sarcasm and sass that he knows he is barely getting away with.  In truth it is borderline obnoxious but always airs on the side of polite disrespect so as to not cross the line and generate official complaints.  

Today however he had barely heard the snark or disdain from the handful of people who were blatantly rude to him on the phone.  He was floating in a haze, daydreaming about Derek's lips, Derek's hands on his body, he sighs happily, god he couldn't wait to see him again.  

He had been a little bit concerned that Derek might regret their dalliance once he had left, however he had been reassured by intermittent texts throughout the day from the Alpha, both sharing sweet stories or photos of his escapades with Isaac, interspersed with occasional comments of places he'd like to take Stiles as well as the things he wanted to do to Stiles, Stiles' erratic heart had been racing with excitement pretty much all day at the Alpha's eager openness about wanting to spend time with him in any which way, be it companionable, a date or ….. 

Stiles hums in happiness as he shuts down his computer for the day and picks up his phone grinning at the latest photo Derek has sent of Isaac fast asleep in the backseat of Derek's car, candy floss stuck to his clothes, hair and cheeks, a comment accompanies the image saying "I blame you for this" causing Stiles to snort a laugh.  

He quickly taps out a response "how dare you, all I said was how much I loved candyfloss whenever I went to the zoo, it's not my fault you bought him some", he sees little dots appear almost instantaneously and smiles wider "you knew he would want to try anything you used to love, he idolises you, therefore I blame you, now come clean this sticky mess up!" 

Stiles sniggers to himself and nibbles on his bottom lip contemplating his response before typing "not my fault you can't resist those puppy dog eyes, now be a good Alpha and clean up your pup.  I promise I will help you out with any future sticky messes", he adds a winky face and a devil face and hits send.