Sour Wolf and Big Mouth

My Favorite Picture

"Derek! Der Bear where are you?!" Stiles yelled through the whole house. I growled under my breath. I have werewolf hearing and he's yelling like I'm half deaf. "I'm in the bedroom." Stiles burst in a flurry of spastic energy. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. "Hey." He whispered in my ear. "Hey yourself baby." I whispered back. He pulled out his phone and pressed his cheek to mine. "Say cheese Sourwolf!" He said cheerily as he took the picture. He walked away, going on about how cute we were and how much he loved the picture. I turned him around. He opened his mouth to question me. I kissed him and slipped my tongue through his parted lips. He moaned against my mouth and his phone fell on the floor as his hands tugged at my hair. I did the same to him, messing the brown strands. I pulled my phone from my pocket and pulled up the camera. I pulled away from Stiles and took a picture of his tousled hair, swollen lips and hooded lustful eyes. "Now that's a picture I love!" I roared with laughter as I walked away quickly before Stiles came to his senses. Stiles quickly shook off his lustful state and ran after me, punching my back and cursing me. I turned around after putting my phone away, pinning his arms to his chest. I pulled him in for another kiss. "I'm still mad at you." He muttered against my lips. I pulled away. "I know."