Burning Slowly

Chapter 32

Stiles the portraits of the small game board he was laying on the floor in front of. "Are they a sexy scowling werewolf?"

"No," Derek sighed. "Does she have glasses?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes at Derek before nodding his head grudgingly. Derek flipped down a few more portraits on his game board. Stiles didn't like where this was going. "Are they really into eating bananas?"

Derek blinked at him, but didn't say anything at first. They stared at each other for a few minutes. "There's no way I could know that," he said finally.

"Does that mean I get to ask a new question?" It seemed the only diplomatic way to proceed with the game.

"Fine," Derek growled. "Go ahead."

Stiles chewed on his lower lip in concentration, rolled onto his back and looked at his portraits upside down. None of them were down yet. He rubbed his stomach lightly with one hand and let the other fall to the carpet. "Are they wearing black because it makes them seem brooding and hot?"

Derek watched the hand Stiles was rubbing his belly with, eyes locked on where he'd gotten his shirt twisted up, and a small strip of skin visible below the material. The waistband of his boxers peeked out over the top of his jeans.

"They aren't wearing black, you can't even see their clothes," Derek said distractedly.

"Oh? You want to play this game without clothes on? Strip Guess Who? You really are a pervert. Allison, tell Derek he's a pervert," Stiles said.

Allison giggled from the couch where she was sitting behind Derek looking at her phone. Stiles watched her glance over Derek's shoulder down at the game board sitting in front of him, before going back to whatever she was doing on her cell. "I'm not going to tell him that. He was kind enough to buy us all sorts of games to play just to make you happy, you should be nicer."

Stiles looked into Derek's eyes, still on his back and licked his lips suggestively. "I make him happy."

"That's totally an over-share," Scott called from in the kitchen; his voice was accompanied by the sound of a bag of potato chips being torn open.

Stiles grinned as Derek ignored the beta and asked, "Does she have white hair?"

"Oh? White hair you ask?" Stiles pouted as he rolled back onto his stomach. "Yes. Yes she does."

Derek flipped down all but one of the portraits. Derek smiled smugly at Stiles knowing that he was going to win next turn. Stiles knew he had to guess this turn correctly in order to not lose. Derek was going to get it right with his next question. His phone beeped and he glanced down at it, unlocked it and looked at the message. He smiled at Derek and asked "Is your person Charles B.?"

Derek growled and pulled the little card out of the game board before winging it at Stiles's face. "You're such a cheater," Derek growled.

Stiles pushed himself up to his hands and knees and crawled over the boards that were setup on the floor between them. He put his hands on Derek's thighs, leaned in and kissed him softly. "Aww, don't be a sour wolf," he said. "You should smile more." Derek nipped his lips lightly; Stiles backed away from him and gave him a scandalized look.

"It's time to go to the beach," Lydia announced as she came out of her room. "Everybody go change."

Stiles grinned at Derek and gestured towards the stairs that led to their room. Derek leered at him. He could feel heat rising in his face. Derek quickly got to his feet and made his way toward the second floor. Stiles was just about to follow him when Lydia caught hold of the back of his shirt collar and brought him up short. He made a squeaky, yet dignified noise of protest.