Blind Love - Blind Stiles - Sterek

Seeing You

Stiles had no idea how much of a pain in the ass 5 flights of stairs could be when you and blind and have a sprained ankle.

But luckily Derek had growled out something about him ending up falling or something and he just went all manbeast on him and picked him up like he weighed nothing and carried him up the 5 flights of stairs.

Stiles knew he still had a hot blush on his cheeks because he couldn't stop thinking how Derek thought he had pretty eyes. He had doubts. Maybe he had just said it to make him feel better but Derek didn't seem like that type of person. He seemed like the type to be tactlessly honest.

Derek had helped him get into his apartment and even helped him clean up his hands and arms. He even checked his back and cleaned up his scrapes there too. Derek had told him that they were very shallow but he would need to keep an eye on them so that they could make sure they didn't get infected.

Then afterwards Stiles was sitting on the couch and he was trying not to feel like the tense silence wasn't starting to weigh on him.

"Stiles..."

Lifting his head he answered quietly. "Yeah?" Stiles expected him to ask how he lost his sight.

But to his surprise Derek asked another question. "Why is it so important to know what I look like?"

Stiles flushed with embarrassment. He bowed his head and then ran a hand through his hair. "I... It is hard to explain..." Stiles sighed slowly and decided Derek deserved to at least understand why he had reacted the way he had. "I remember a lot of things... The colors of a sunset... I remember Scott. The color of his eyes... I remember my Dad. Everything about him. The wrinkles at the edges of his eyes and the face he makes when he is trying to be intimidating or his smile... I remember Lydia's strawbery blonde hair. I remember the color of your eyes when you were 16... I remember I used to have brown eyes... I remember my nose is this weird upturned thing... I remember Scott's mom has pretty dark hair and a nice smile..." Stiles sighs and leans back against the couch.

"Sometimes I put on movies I used to watch and I can remember seeing them... watching them... I remember comic books... I remember seeing... I remember the night sky... I remember the moon. I remember so many things... But that is all I have now... Memories of what things used to look like." Stiles hated throwing pity parties.

"Don't get me wrong. I enjoy my other senses a lot now. Like I have found out I have a lot of favorite scents now. And I really like music now. My sense of touch is really cool now too. But I do miss being able to see someone smile. I miss being able to seeing someone's face. I felt really awesome to have remembered what you had looked like. But you grew up. There is no way you look like that fresh faced kid I remember." Shrugging he let it go.

There was a heavy pause as Derek took in all of that.

"So how do I help? How do I... I don't know. Maybe I could explain what I look like?" Derek sounded different. He sounded unsure.

Stiles sat up straighter and then he bit his bottom lip. "There is one way. But I would have to touch you. You're face to be exact... I could imagine the way you look if you let me... touch you." Stiles blushed deeply as he said this.

"Okay... " Derek didn't sound all that certain of this plan.

"Can you put my hands on your face. I don't want to poke you in the eye..." Stiles made a little joke because this was getting really intimate.

Stiles felt the couch dip. Derek must have scooted closer. Then he felt his hands being taken into warm strong ones. Then slowly they were brought up and placed on Derek's cheeks.

Stiles blushed but then he just focused on Derek's face. Using both hands slowly he caressed over those cheeks. Stubble covered his jaw and lower cheeks. It tickled his fingertips. It made Stiles smile. Then his fingertip glide over his cheek bones. High cheek bones. Softly sliding his fingertips over his nose. It was slightly hooked and there was a small bump on the bridge. Slowly gliding his fingers up he felt his eyebrows. His lips pull up at the feel of bushy brows. Sliding his fingers up over his forehead to his hair line skirting it back down until his thumbs softly touch soft warm lips.

Derek's lips. Brushing his thumbs over those lips. Finding out the shape of them feeling how soft they were. So soft. So warm. Touching the cupids bow and down over the swell of his bottom lip. "Wow... you're really handsome..." Stiles blurted out. Then he felt those lips pull up into a smile and something happened inside Stiles that took his breath away.

Because in his mind he could see Derek smiling. He could see him so handsome and rugged and he was smiling for him. And it shattered his world. Because he had a beautiful smile. One that made Stiles lean in and brush his lips to Dereks in a soft kiss.

And what the actual fuck was he doing oh god no he had just kissed Derek Hale. Oh god No he was going to die! He started to pull back to start appologizing when Derek's hand took hold of the back of his neck and those soft warm lips started to kiss him back.

Was this real? Was he dreaming?

Derek Hale. He was kissing Derek Hale. And oh shit he was a good kisser. Stiles was still holding and caressing Derek's cheeks and kissing him softly feeling that stubble tickle his skin and that slightly hooked nose bump into his own upturned nose and against his cheek. Derek's hand was in his hair caressing and his lips were softly slanting across his. His lips tasted slightly salty from his skin and a hint of mint.

Then the kiss slowed to a stop and they broke apart only enough to take a few breathes. Their lips brushing together as they breathe the same air and Stiles blurted out "You're a really good kisser."

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*in the Sassy fashion of Loki* I REGRET NOTHING