The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Bambi

For the first time in a long time (in her very unexciting little) life, Stiles wakes up feeling...well, excited. (And maybe just that little bit less alone.) And that’s just how she emotionally feels.

Physically?

Well, Stiles feels a solid warm weight over her feet. She opens her eyes, slowly lifts her head and sees the wolf lying at the foot of her bed. She knows he isn’t sleeping, because his breathing is light and his eyes are just barely closed. Not to mention the cute little nose twitch he does when she slowly stretches the sleep out of her arms.

Stiles props herself back on her pillow, careful not to jar her feet under the wolf, who’s top half of his body covers her from knees to feet.

Her father has always told her she needs a proper duvet cover, because–“Morning, Max. I hope my shivering didn’t disturb you.” She mumbles softly, keeps her voice barely above a whisper, just in case he’s still groggy and tired.

“I can never seem to keep warm enough. But if I wear more than this to bed, I end up in cold sweats.” She’s mostly just muttering her complaints to herself when another wonderful thing happens...

The wolf doesn’t make it too obvious. He gives it a few seconds after she speaks those words before he’s shuffling up the bed on his front and snuggling in beside her. He hears her quiet little gasp, feels the man inside his mind smiling as the wolf out here softly snuffles his long snout and wet nose into the side of her waist.

(Of course he would just love to take it a step further and just crawl that tiny bit further so he can properly scent her...so he can just bury himself in her sweet cherry hinted smell and lose himself forever... But that would be losing control. Something he plans to never do again.)

Stiles stares down at him, her eyes wide with shock and pleasant surprise. For once, he’s not looking back at her, instead, he’s too busy rubbing his cheek along her hip and making more of those cute snuffling noises. Too focused to notice her expression soften, but finally looking up at her when she shuffles a little further down beside him.

The wolf is now face-to-face with this woman; this Stiles; this perfect creature who literally drove her way into his life. He freezes at their sudden closeness, but instantly forces himself to relax when he sees her eyes widen with doubt and feels her body stiffen in fear beside him.

Stiles keeps forgetting he’s clearly a wild fricking animal...that’s lying in her bed...beside her!

The man frowns inside, while the wolf takes action. He sees the panic start to build in her, and he quickly reassures her by leaning in to give her cute little button nose a light lick. And it works like a damn charm. She gasps, her eyes widen with shock, but then, she’s smiling so brightly at him, this time, he’s helpless as his tail wags (giving him away as it thuds twice against the mattress.)

Stiles stares back at the wolf as he stares back at her again. For a few moments, she’s shocked into silence (which is a shocker in itself.)

The wolf stares back at her, again, helpless to her suspecting anything as he gets lost in those bright whiskey orbs (so round and full, like fricking Bambi.) The man smiles inside; my little Bambi.

The man vanishes just as quickly as those words sink in; as that feeling sinks in, deep and violently possessive.

My...

Mine.

(And not in the skin crawling way the monster would call him hers. But the way that makes the wolf know he would do or be anything for this perfect creature in front of him...)

The wolf comes back to himself as her smile turns soft as she reaches over to press a light kiss to the top of his snout. The wolf blinks while Stiles giggles at his bewildered little look.

Stiles lays her head down beside his. One hand is tucked neatly under her head while her other begins to stroke lightly down his chest.

The wolf fights back a low groan, but allows his eyes to briefly flutter at the soft touches.

Stiles grins a little bit again, feeling terribly giddy as she realises; “You were keeping me warm.” (Without overheating.) Her heart swells...even while her mind sounds very faint alarm bells.

The wolf stares curiously at her as her eyes slowly widen. Though, he’s fighting not to widen his own eyes (which he almost does) when she sheepishly mumbles out–

“Um...you don’t think I’m, like...your girl, now...do you??” Stiles takes a small breath to calm her nerves.

Shit!

What if he never wants to leave her?

Worse–what if she doesn’t want him to leave her?

“I mean...” Stiles goes back to talking to herself as she thinks the potential dilemma through, “You seem protective of me. You made sure I ate before you did. You stayed by the window and facing the door all night to keep me safe before you finally hopped into bed with me...at some point.”

(Of course, she doesn’t remember that part, what with being out cold, but she can take a wild guess.)

The wolf simply keeps his face mildly curious as he stares at her while she continues talking to herself. He’s thoroughly endeared with just watching her ramble on quietly to herself.

He’s never known a peace like this. Just lying here beside her.

“The long staring is a key factor, ‘cause I know canines only do that when they have affection for someone. Otherwise it makes them mostly nervous.”

(Ironically, Stiles isn’t staring at him, is instead staring into space. Otherwise, she would see the wolf is staring at her again, and this time, with amusement clear in his green eyes.)

Bambi, you got no idea...

“And the sniffing and licking... OK, that’s pretty standard, but still... Scott tries to patch you up, and you wanna rip his throat out with your teeth. But me?”

The wolf neutralises his expression just in time as her eyes finally connect with again. Though, now, he’s shuddering very slightly as he fights the sharp intake of breath–those eyes are like nothing he’s ever seen, no magic or any other fantastical things he’s ever seen in his fucking wonderfully weird life can compare.

Stiles scowls, even though there’s a small smile tugging at her lips. “I almost flatten your furry ass with my Jeep, and you wanna be best friends...”

Yes, he knows it’s strange. But he also knows that in the natural world, stranger things have happened.

(But now, it’s just a matter of thinking of how to tell her who he is...)

Stiles chuckles lightly as the wolf simply answers her by leaning forward to give her cheek a couple of licks.