Angel Flares

Ch 17: Sea-witches & Tropical Fish III-b

Derek hummed, "So now what?" he asked, as he slipped and interlocked his hand with Stiles as they lay basking in their afterglow of their love making. Stiles had rimmed him for what felt like hours and he'd been fingered with dexterous strength that had all but wrenched the air out of the room, never mind his soul.

"What do you mean?" the human asked, as he snuggled impossibly closer all but resting his head on Derek's shoulder.

"Are we actually going to dinner? With Petra?" he clarified softly kissing his cheek.

Stiles nodded, "We should", he hummed, and "It's time you got some answers, about everything. I'm guessing Laura knew Petra was a witch; she must have sensed something from her or guessed something from her. And if Laura knew, Petra knew about packs. A fact she pointed out in the cavern, and I actually have questions, so we should meet her", he sighed. "What time is it anyway?" he asked yawning.

Derek stretched over to the bedside table and checked the time, and "It's a quarter to seven", he answered.

Stiles answered as he stretched around the curve of his own body, "And I guess long enough time to take a shower and start the rhythm of being able to you know, no longer be sharing the same scent or at least you know, not offend Cora and the other wolves", he hummed.

"But I like you in my scent", Derek whined.

Stiles giggled, "I don't have your senses, but I don't really wanna move, even though we're both sticky, sweaty and a delicious mess", he hummed as he leaned up and kissed Derek.

"If—we—mmm—Stiles—we need, fuck it", Derek growled and pinned him to the bed, "Fuck, Stiles I want to have sex with you, be in you, have you in me, but we need time, I need time with you", he hissed as he sucked a line of hickeys down the human's throat.

Love bites...

Stiles sighed, "Fine!" he groaned, "I call dibs on the bathroom, you air out the room, and well we'll try to detoxify each other's scents upon each other", he pulled back and stretched. Arching cat like, as he stretched idly, he hummed, "The night we have sex, the night we're together, finally", he muttered rolling his eyes at the thought of more inevitable waiting, even as Derek nuzzled under his chin, "We are doing so, somewhere where no one can so much as get an inkling about us, okay?" he stated.

"Okay", Derek agreed as he pulled back and sat up, sheets pooling around his waist, "We're here for a month, even though originally it was supposed to be a week. We'll find a place for us", he stood up, sheet tied around his waist offering a modicum of modesty as they both moved away from each other.

Stiles nodded, "We'll find a cove, have a midnight picnic, away from everyone we know, like literally everyone, not even crickets and fish will find us", he giggled.

Derek chuckled, "We'll need candles, make it Romantic and with music, and dancing", he walked to the nearest window, and opened them.

Stiles laughed as he walked into the bathroom, and stepping into the shower, "Will there be a mattress with rose petals strewn across them?" he asked as he set the water's temperature.

"Why of course darling", Derek drawled sliding the balcony doors open, "And a pot of cream with succulent strawberries", he added, as he moved to the bed to strip the sheets, "Also a molten pot of melted chocolate", he stated changing the sheets and tossing the laundry into a hamper, for now, to be hidden in their bathroom.

"Why kind sir, do I get the honor of been escorted to this Romantic rendezvous via horse carriage?" Stiles asked using a loofah and scrubbing away the remnants of sweat and come, and their love making used substances.