The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Won't Bite

Stiles unlocks her front door and steps into her house, only to pause and turn to find the wolf standing in her doorway.

“Hey, boy, you can come in.” Stiles waves a hand; motions for him to follow her.

The wolf glances warily around the inside of her house before looking back up at her.

Stiles smiles softly as she walks back over to him.

She slowly crouches down, and at this height, their eyes aren’t level, because this wolf is huge, so he’s actually now looking down at her...which Stiles suddenly realises is probably not the best idea for this kind of animal.

Stiles gulps as she chances a slow rise of her eyes to his. She smiles up at him when he simply blinks back down at her.

Letting out a tiny sigh of relief, Stiles reaches out to gently stroke his chest. “Even if you’re not a werewolf, I know how smart you wolves are. So, you probably understand a lot more than dogs do.” She shoots him a teasing grin when he gives her another slow blink.

“Don’t worry, boy, I live alone. You’re safe here.” She tells him as she stands and walks over to her kitchen. She leaves him there, lets him take his own time.

Talking to herself is something Stiles always does anyway, so, it feels no odder to her as she talks to the wolf.

“This is my childhood home. My mom died when I was nine.” She smiles fondly as the memory of her mother’s smile flashes through her mind. “And my dad moved out of here when I was eighteen to go live with his fiancé.”

Stiles chuckles to herself as she grabs a large bowl from the cupboard and moves to the sink to fill it up with cold water. “I don’t blame the man. The Martins are loaded. Well, I mean, not Hale Family loaded, ‘cause I’m pretty sure they’re like, one of the richest families this side of the globe, but still...”

The wolf eyes her curiously at the mention of the Hale Family. Though, he’s careful to neutralise his expression again when she turns to face him with that pretty smile again.

He fights the urge to wag his tail again; each time she smiles at him. He’s never fought so hard against anything.

(Which is morbidly hilarious to him, considering the hell he went through...the hell he put himself through... I’m a fucking disgrace...)

“Here.” Stiles places the bowl just inside the door, just a few steps within his reach. She smiles teasingly again, “I won’t bite.”

The wolf finally makes a move then, and only because he’s fighting back the urge not to laugh at her dumb joke.

Stiles sucks in a sharp and excited breath, hands clasped together as she watches the wolf slowly rise to all fours.

The wolf quickly does a subtle scent over his shoulder–just to make sure he’s still not being followed. He would never forgive himself if something bad were to happen to this woman.

Then, he finally steps in.

He makes a little show of sniffing the bowl of water before he finally dives in.

Stiles’ eyes widen in shock at his loud gulping and lapping.

Then, she’s frowning softly as she realises–“Damn, boy, when’s the last time you had a drink?”

He quickly answers her by finishing off the rest of the water in a matter of seconds.

Stiles reaches down to gently take the bowl and tells him, “Come on, I’ll get you some more.”

And this time, when the wolf doesn’t hesitate to follow her, in fact, eagerly does so, Stiles has to fight to contain another squeal of excitement.

The wolf sits and waits patiently at her side as she fills the bowl again.

Stiles places the bowl in front of him, gives his head a soft couple of pats.

While he laps away, Stiles goes to shut the front door (and lock it for the night, because Scott is at least right in saying she can never be too careful.)