Angel Flares

Ch 11: Be Loved

Derek hummed a soft broken tune, Laura had sung him once, as Stiles had drifted off to a fitful sleep, due to the boat's rocking motion, he'd slunk off after depositing Cora with Thomas, and managed to slip into the room, practically undetected, climbing onto the bed besides Stiles, nuzzling the teen he whined low and brokenly.

"I'm sorry", he whispered softly, even though Stiles was fast asleep.

Though he'd awoken earlier and asked where they all were, when no one answered, he'd gone back down and fell asleep, not caring. Well not showing he cared, when it came to Stiles, he rarely acted in the way you would expect him to.

Derek nuzzled Stiles' neck and held onto the teen, with a grip bordering on painful, but he couldn't make himself let go.

The thought of losing him, would tear him apart, and he'd much rather choose to squeeze the air out of his lungs, than to believe Stiles would push him away. And even if he did, he'd let him go, but Derek was never not selfish.

"Whatever pointless things you're thinking about", a scratchy voice muttered, "Stop", it warned.

Looking down he whined, "I'm sorry Stiles, I'm so sorry", he begged forgiveness.

"Idiot", Stiles planted a soft chaste kiss, on his lips. "I get it, you wanted me to sleep, and you got permission from Mama McCall and dad no doubt, the question really was why?" Stiles hummed as he turned into the little spoon, snuggling into his side.

"You muttered wanting a vacation, and I wanted to surprise you", Derek mumbled sheepishly, "I wanted to show you a something", he muttered softly.

"Aw Der, you--", he moved forward instead of whatever he wanted to say, and kissed him long and hard, the meaning coming in clear, even if neither of them were strong enough to say the words just yet.

They pulled back when someone awkwardly cleared their throat.

Derek looked up to see Cora, standing next to the bed, eyes trained on a spot a little to the left over Derek's shoulder.

"Can I join you?" she whispered softly.

Stiles wordlessly flipped over and pushed his back to Derek's chest, creating a small enough space, for Cora to crawl into. It'd be a tight fit, but neither of them minded too much.

Cora whimpered low, but climbed into the bed, all but diving in head first, "I'm sorry Derek", she whined low and hurt.

Derek huffed, "I'm okay, Cor", he whispered.

Stiles put an arm around Cora and nuzzled into her side.

"You too Stiles... What I said about Isaac and you, I'm so sorry for being an assuming asshole", she muttered miserable.

"Do you not think I forgave him?"

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John Stilinski paused in the doorway leading down, as those words spoken clearly and loud enough travelled up to the upper deck, where everyone sat.

Scott had an arm wrapped around Isaac, even as Kira curled into his side.

As the words reached not just the wolves, as if spoken in a microphone, Isaac's head snapped up, shock stamped across his features.

Wolves had to be the worst eavesdroppers in the history of the world.

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"Have you forgiven him?" Derek asked quietly, shocked at the sudden change.