Like Photosynthesis

God Damn

Stiles yawned, stretching out. Well, he attempted to. He currently had one arm being pinned down by Erica's head, and Jackson's feet. His other arm was squished in between Allison and Lydia. And his legs were covered by Scott, Boyd, and Isaac. Derek on the other hand was perfectly free to move if he wanted, with only Stiles' head resting on his stomach. Lucky bastard. "Der, sweetie." Derek didn't budge. "Pumpkin." Nope. "Cream puff." Still nothing. "Hey, asshole!" Derek went flying up, Stiles' head landing on the floor. "Okay, ow." Derek let out an exasperated sigh, running his hands over his face. "God damn, Stiles!" Derek whisper yelled, looking a little done with Stiles. Stiles gave Derek a smirk, who was currently looking at him from an upside down angle. "Good morning, love. Do you mind helping me out from under your wonderful betas?" Derek just glared at him for a second, before rolling his eyes and moving to help him. Derek expertly moved each pack member with stealthy hands, none of them waking up. Derek lifted Stiles up, placing Stiles on his feet so he was standing in front of the alpha. Stiles smiled, pecking a kiss to Derek's lips. "Awesome sauce, thanks babe." He patted Derek's chest, moving past him to go to the kitchen. He set about to making coffee, highly aware of Derek's presence in the room. The alpha continued to lurk just out of Stiles' sight though, making Stiles smirk. Some things never changed. When he had two cups of French vanilla coffee on the counter, that's when Derek made an appearance. He crowded Stiles up against the counter, plastering himself to Stiles' back. Derek pressed his nose into the crook of Stiles' neck, before slowly moving it up to the spot behind the younger man's ear. Stiles chuckled, turning around in Derek's arms, handing the second cup to him. "So I think I figured some stuff out." "Oh?" Stiles nodded. "Mmhm. The trees wouldn't be reacting like this unless the coming danger has the same ability to reach out to them, like I do. So that narrows down the list of what we could possibly be dealing with." Derek nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. He hummed in appreciation, taking another sip. Stiles smirked, pressing a kiss to the corner of Derek's mouth. He tasted like vanilla and coffee. "We should probably wake up the kids." "Let em sleep a little longer, there's nothing to do today. They need the rest." "Alright, fine. Then what shall we do till they wake up, dear?" Derek smirked, taking Stiles' coffee from him. He took both cups and walked away, heading upstairs. Stiles rolled his eyes, following his mate.

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"Dude, I feel like I need an Eskimo jacket to even go out there." Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott's exaggeration. "It's not that cold." Scott's bitch face rivaled Derek's, those two were spending far too much time together now a days. "Derek, stop being a bad influence on my brother!" There was a chuckle from upstairs, but no other form of a reply. Stiles rolled his eyes again. "Okay, so when does Deaton get back into town?" Scott facial expression looked like he was doing mental math. "About two weeks." "Awesome, so we just have to survive the next two weeks. No problem." Scott and Jackson shared a look, making Stiles groan. "Okay, maybe easier said than done. But we don't necessarily know what we're up against, this could be a piece of cake for all we know." "Stiles, whatever is coming is strong enough to poison a forest full of trees without coming near them." "Don't remind me." "And they have powers that rival yours, and you're just one person. What if it's a whole pack of em. We have to be prepared for the worst." Stiles put his head in his hands, he didn't know what to do from here. "God damn."