The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Belong (To You)

Stiles makes herself useful then by going to her room and pulling out a few blankets.

Stiles sets up a bed for the wolf, just under her window. She thinks about moving it to lay beside her bed, but decides against it, just in case he’s not as comfortable with her as he seems.

Stiles pulls her blinds down, gets her own bed ready for settling in, switches her old little static TV on, leaves the classical radio station on down low.

Then, when she turns towards her closet, she startles upon seeing the wolf standing in her bedroom doorway.

The wolf huffs very quietly, a sound he makes to himself; a fond sound upon seeing the blankets laid neatly out for him.

Stiles sees his eyes glancing to the bed she’s made up for him, but before she opens her mouth to speak, the wolf silently pads over to her and gives her left hand a soft lick. Stiles gasps softly, slowly kneels down to give his neck a light scratch. She grins when his tail begins to wag a little bit.

“If you’re not a werewolf, but you’re this friendly towards humans...” She sighs sadly, smiles guiltily as she strokes her hand down the length of his neck when he leans into her touch. “Kinda makes me think you already belong to someone...”

I belong here. I belong with you... The wolf gives her a couple of slow blinks, lightly nips at the fingertips of her other hand. She’s lonely, he realises, just like me...

(All this time, she was right here. His real mate was right under his nose. Has been for the last four years. All this time...wasted on a monster instead...)

Stiles sighs tiredly, gives the wolf a few scratches to the ears before finally rising to her feet.

She walks over to her tiny closet, and only pauses for a moment–only feels slightly weird for undressing, because even weirder than that, she feels more safe and comfortable with this animal right here than she’s ever felt with any person ever–before she’s letting out a light chuckle at her absurd thoughts and pulling off her hoodie.

The wolf watches. Only for a few moments. And only because he is as much man as he is wolf...but really, because he doesn’t want to look away. She’s the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

Her hair is as wild as the mane of any lion as it spills down her back that’s covered with the rest of that creamy white skin. Her legs are long, just like the rest of her. Though, her hands and feet are small like her perfectly rounded breasts (he only sees the curve of one with her back facing him) and delicate like the features on her face.

Stiles pulls on her pink pyjama shorts and a black tank top. She shivers slightly, but it’s not from the cold. When she glances over her shoulder, she sees the wolf staring at her again. Stiles flushes, just a little bit, but feels completely stupid for it.

The wolf only finally tears his gaze from hers when he hears her heart skip and he scents her anxiousness. Though, he doesn’t make it so obvious as he just lets his eyes slowly wander away to drift around her room instead.

Stiles narrows her eyes, just a fraction...before ultimately declaring herself paranoid.

She shuts her closet door back up and turns to face the wolf with a sheepish smile as she asks him, “You hungry?”

At this, the wolf’s eyes snap back to her and his tail begins to wag loosely behind him.

Stiles chuckles as she walks over to pat him on the head. “Yeah, you definitely understood me that time.”

Stiles grins to herself as the wolf follows behind her while she makes her way back into the kitchen. “Uhh, let’s see...” Stiles airs to herself as she opens up the fridge. “Oooh, Melissa’s beef stew.” She grins widely as she grabs the small pot and kicks the fridge door shut.

The wolf follows her over to the breakfast table.

Stiles places the pot down, and lifts the lid. She sniffs deeply, letting out a soft moan.

The wolf’s ears twitch at the sound, his green eyes lingering on that beautiful face for a little too long. She catches him staring, but thankfully for him, she’s obliviously in her own world.

Stiles grins as she reaches into the pot for a small cube of meat. She offers it out to the wolf, smiling as he sniffs and chuckling at the moment she sees his eyes widen a fraction in excitement before he gobbles the piece of food down.

He’s so gentle, his two front teeth gently brush against her fingertips and she giggles at the sensation, using her clean hand to give his head another couple of pats.

“You like that, huh?” Stiles grins again when his tail wags a little faster and his eyes dart towards the pot. He eagerly sniffs the air around the table, comes back to lick at Stiles’ fingers before sitting down and staring up at her.

Stiles’ heart melts, because she realises he’s waiting patiently for her to give him more–he actually sees her as a wolf, or at least, his equal.

Stiles smiles softly, grabs the pot and places the entire thing on the floor for him. “Have at it, boy.”

(He really is just the best boy for not simply stealing the food from her.)

Stiles frowns, confused when the wolf pauses. He glances up at her, as if waiting.

Stiles smiles again when she realises. “Oh, don’t worry about me, boy, I’ve already eaten.”

This seems to do the trick, the wolf wags his tail again before going to absolute town on Melissa’s beef stew.

And while Stiles is still slightly suspicious in the back of her mind, she’s also just glad she can help this poor creature.