The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Scenting Between Mates

Usually, Stiles is the kind of person who, once she is awake, she can rarely get back to sleep.

However, that’s entirely the opposite case for her this week.

Because this week, these last five days she’s spent waking up in Derek’s bed, alone, only to fall right back to sleep with him after seeking him out in the basement.

Each morning she goes to him, he pulls her under the covers with him and they simply talk mindlessly before they both drift off back to sleep.

Today was the same.

Even though he was running a little late with his usual schedule today.

Which is totally her fault.

And she probably should totally feel bad about it, but...

As Stiles now wakes up to the feel of his lips brushing a light trail of kisses up and down her neck, she really can’t even pretend to herself that she feels guilty about it. And besides–she grins dopily to herself as she remembers his words–it’s not like he even cares.

“Thought I’d wait until you woke up to scent you...” Derek mumbles against her neck, sniffing quietly as he feels his cheeks heating–as her skin prickles at his touches now that she’s fully awake. “I, uh... Scenting between, um...m-mates...it’s a lot more intimate than kissing...”

His heart hammers nervously as she slowly turns around in his arms to face him. Though, that blinding and half sleepy smile of hers almost makes him instantly forget why he’s so nervy in the first place.

“Well, then, in that case...” Stiles slides her arms around his neck before burying her face there. She breathes him in deep and smiles against his prickling skin as he shivers and tugs her closer to him.

Derek shuffles down his bed a little bit, until his face is level with hers. He then, buries his nose into the small scent pocket under her left ear. He lets out a pleased rumbling growl and presses a soft suckling kiss to the patch of skin there. He smirks when she shivers and moans softly, then, smiles as he nips at her earlobe and she lets out a soft giggle.

Stiles pulls back to rest her head against his pillow, their faces just an inch or so apart as he does the same.

She grins sheepishly then as she informs him, “I hope you don’t mind, but I told Cora I would babysit Leah, this afternoon. Just for a few hours.”

Derek’s eyes narrow slightly as he asks her, “Why? Where is she going?”

(He has to make sure his pack aren’t taking advantage of Stiles’ good nature. He loves them all, but they’re all just as cheeky as his uncle Peter.)

Stiles smiles brightly as she tucks one arm between their chest and slides the other around his middle. “She said she’s going to get her usual hair trim. And there’s no one else here, besides us, so...”

Derek smiles back and nods. “Fine. As long as she’s not just palming off her duties...again.” He huffs and mumbles (mostly to himself), “Little bitch knows I can never say no to her.”

Stiles chuckles at his adorably annoyed frown and really can’t help herself as she reaches up to press a kiss to his creased brow.

Derek blinks before breaking out into a dopey smile.

Stiles chuckles again, because that totally worked like a charm. I’m gonna have to kiss that scowl off of his face, every time I see it now...

Derek huffs again, rolling onto his back as he mutters out, “Speak of the Devil...”