The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Something Here

It really is a mini library.

That’s Stiles’ first thought, while she takes everything in, and Derek closes the double doors quietly behind them.

Her second thought is wondering just how much time Derek’s father used to spend down here when she sees the Queen sized bed in the alcove. The alcove itself is the actual mini library. It’s perfectly curved and shouldn’t fit so perfectly with the rest of the squared basement, but nonetheless, it’s as stunning as the rest of the Manor.

A smile tugs at the ends of her lips as Stiles’ eyes drift around.

There’s a pool table in the very centre of the room, a small bar along the back wall, a couple of heavy weight lifts with various weights stacked neatly either side of the bend, just next to the bar. There’s also a radio, and a small static box TV with a two seater couch along the third wall.

Stiles turns to the fourth wall and grins when she sees more of Derek’s sketches. Though, she has to admit, these sketches look nowhere near as flawless as most of the ones in his room.

Stiles smiles softly as she imagines a baby faced Derek proudly showing off his work to his father.

“It’s not much. But it was his.” Derek says, voice low as he stands beside her and glances around with a small fond smile. “I actually spend most nights down here. Well, in the winter, anyway. Gets kinda stuffy down here in the summer. Especially for a wolf.”

(Stiles absolutely does not think about him sleeping naked...)

Stiles nods when he points to the bed.

“Ah.” She turns to him, smiles brightly, “So, you’re a total book nerd, just like me. I assumed you were into your exclusive line of work just for the clout.”

Derek chuckles, feeling giddy at her sweet grin. “Like you don’t already know that I used to be a total jock back in high-school.”

Stiles bobs her head in a casual nod, her cheeks heating up as she allows herself to finally admit to him, “But I also know, like my friend Lydia, you pretend you’re just a pretty face, when, really, you’re one of the smartest people around... I kinda...followed you through high-school...” Her eyes widen immediately as she rushes to correct herself, “And I mean that in a total innocent fan girl way, and NOT in a creepy stalker way.”

“So, you kept tabs on me?” Derek smirks.

Stiles fights back a glare, because she knows he’s enjoying this far too much. “No.” She sternly bites out, shoots him a pointed look.

Derek purses his lips to keep from laughing, but only because he can see her trying to do the same. “I dunno.” He shrugs casually, pretends to glance over at his father’s library as he states, “I mean, it kinda sounds like you were stalking me... Just...from afar.”

And how, in that next moment, he keeps his face–fairly–straight enough, he will never know. Especially not when her cheeks stain red and her eyes widen with a flicker of a crazed look that makes him fight not to shiver.

Stiles takes a short and choppy breath to calm herself–more like a begrudging huff, really.

She will not fall into his teasing little traps. No matter how much all his flirty behaviour makes her fricking tingle to the core.

Stiles simply turns her back on him and slowly begins to explore the basement for herself.

Derek watches her go, his eyes never leaving her and that amused smirk never leaving his lips.

Stiles can’t help herself. She pauses when she reaches the deadlift weights. She smiles giddily to herself as she latches one hand around the bar of the one on the stand. She throws a grin over her shoulder at him as she jokes, “How cool would it be if I just suddenly lifted this up with one hand, like it was nothing...”