Hunger

Chapter Four

Derek

I woke up to Stiles snoring softly, right in my ear. His arm was swung over my chest and his face was inches from mine. And he was in his underwear. . . What was wrong with him?

It was still dark, so it wasn't time to get up. It was only three in the morning. I carefully tried to push Stiles off of me, but he wouldn't budge without waking up. Instead of moving, he hugged the entire side of my body. It was a little awkward, but I let it go. Maybe it helped with his nightmares? He hadn't been tossing and turning all night, or sweating and mumbling with that scared look on his face.

Going back to sleep wasn't happening. Not with Stiles smothering me. Instead, I just stared at the ceiling, trying to find a comfortable position without waking him. If I woke him, he'd be in a terrible mood all day. I didn't want to deal with that again.

An hour passed before I finally drifted back to sleep, even with Stiles cuddling my side and my arm falling asleep underneath him.

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Around ten, I woke up again. This time, we were both turned over on our side and I was face to face with a sleeping Stiles. He still had an arm thrown across my body. I seriously almost regretted sleeping in the same bed as him, but then again, I'd rather Stiles unintentionally cuddle with me than have his nightmare.

"Stiles," I mumbled, softly pushing his chest. He didn't move. "Stiles!" I said louder, pushing him off of me. When he only mumbled sleepily, I shook him forcefully. "Get up, Stiles, we have to get moving!" I wasn't yelling in a harsh way, just loud enough for it to catch Stiles' attention. He was literally the heaviest sleeper I'd ever met.

Stiles lifted his head, looking around the room until his eyes landed on me. He immediately smiled. "Oh, hey Derek." His voice was a little scratchy and very sleepy. He yawned, stretching his arms above his head and almost smacking me in the face. I caught his wrist before he could and threw his arm over to his side of the bed.

"At least you're in a good mood today," I mumbled with a laugh, pushing back the cover to stand up. "Did you have a nightmare?" I knew he didn't though, because I would've seen him tossing and turning, sweating pools of sweat. He didn't have a bad dream, or if he did, it was while I was sleeping. Impossible though, because I'm a light sleeper. 

Stiles got out of bed too, searching through his bag for clothes. "No, actually. I didn't," he admitted happily, biting his lip. "I had a great dream." He had this sort of glow to him, like he was overly happy about something. I already knew he wasn't going to share, but I had to try. 

"What was it about?" I asked. I was being gentle about the subject, just in case the dream was a touchy subject like his mom, or even Scott right now. 

Stiles blushed and walked towards the bathroom. "Uh- just someone. I have to take a shower," he muttered awkwardly. He looked away from me as he walked in the bathroom, glancing back with a blush still on his face as he shut the door.

What was that about? He seemed embarrassed. Stiles was naturally an awkward person, and everyone gets embarrassed, but Stiles' cheeks didn't ever get that red. Not around me at least. I'd never even seen him get that red. That's saying something, considering he used to have the hugest crush on Lydia, and he'd blush every single time she would talk to him.