The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Kiss You

Stiles’ mind goes blank as soon as she leans over and presses a light kiss to his lips.

When she pulls back, he looks surprised, but there’s a small and hopeful smile tugging at his lips.

Stiles blushes heavily as she fumbles through her words, “S-Sorry. I, um... You just... Well, you were already leaning in, and then, you said you wanted to kiss me, so, I–“

Stiles clamps her mouth shut when his smile grows as he lifts a hand to brush the hair out of her eyes.

“So, I can kiss you then...?” Derek mumbles. He slowly shifts a little closer, his skin prickling as her knees brush against his hips.

Stiles can only stare back up into those ocean green eyes as she whispers with amazement, “I knew you were different...”

Derek pulls his face back just a fraction, just to take in her whole face properly. He almost frowns, confused, until he realises she’s talking about the–his wolf form.

He sighs, leans in again, rests his forehead against hers and tells her, “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Stiles takes in his miserable expression and feels her heart pang and melt at the same time. She sighs, shakes her head. She lifts her hands to his face, cupping his lightly stubbled cheeks.

He looks at her hopefully again and Stiles smiles before gently pulling him back to her.

Derek lets out a content sigh through his nose as soon as she covers his mouth with her own. Her hands keep ahold of his face as he moves his own hands up to gently grab at her waist. After a few moments of just letting her press light pecks to his mouth, Derek finally moves back against her; finally pulls himself out of his stupor and throws himself straight into her touches.

He runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, and Stiles hums softly before opening her mouth. An enthused little growl escapes the wolf as he slides both hands firmly up her sides. And in return, Stiles gasps softly as he nips at the tip of her tongue before trailing a line of hot wet kisses down the side of her throat. Her hands fall from his face and her arms move to wrap around the back of his neck as he nips and licks at the crook of her own neck.

Stiles may not be a virgin, but right now, she sure fricking feels like one, because they’ve barely been kissing for a few seconds and already, she can feel the heated dampness between her thighs.

And oh her fucking God!–by the look on Derek’s face when he pulls back and his nostrils flare and his eyes darken to the point of no return, he can definitely...smell her.

She’s almost mortified with herself, until he’s groaning and letting his forehead fall limp against her right shoulder, and then, he’s rather shyly mumbling, “You smell so good, I almost can’t stand it.”

Stiles feels like that’s a compliment, but still finds herself frowning and slowly mumbling back, “Um... Thank you...?” He chuckles quietly, the sound softly vibrating against her skin and making her shiver (with even more want...)

Derek slowly lifts his head to face her again. He slides his hands back to her waist, but can’t bare to lift them away altogether. Even while he’s sighing in defeat and begrudgingly telling her, “I think I should’ve waited to kiss you.”

Stiles pouts before she can stop herself. Then, ignores her embarrassed blush and just simply asks him, “Why?”

Derek fights back a smile, mostly fails. “Because...” He leans in again, presses a soft kiss to her lips. And then, anther and another. Then, finally, after two more and a whole lot of her heart skipping each time he leans in, he pulls back and smiles rather helplessly as he tells her, “Now, it’s all I wanna do.”