Rhythm

Part 4

Reminder: I do not own Teen Wolf or it's characters. Sadly. Or Star Wars, so any references to that and/or it's characters/lines are not mine.

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In order to get to and from Derek's loft for meetings and training, you had to use Stiles as your cover. You didn't want the hassle of trying to explain why the tall brooding man in leather picked you up once a week if not more, and at all odd hours of the day or night.

No. It was much easier to fib Stiles and Malia breaking up, you and Stiles getting together and being smitten with one another, thus leading to all the last minute, late night rendezvous.

"Are you freaking crazy?!" Stiles had screamed, flailing his arms when you made the suggestion, beginning to pace in the loft, arms flying as he spoke.

"Okay. I get it," Malia said nonchalantly. "Just don't kiss him or anything."

"I will not pretend to be broken up with the love of my life- what?" Stiles stopped mid rant as Malia's words sunk in, looking between you and her.

"I'm gonna have to at least once. I mean, don't you think? At some point. They'll probably get suspicious later on."

Stiles' jaw hung open at you.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Okay. But only if it's necessary," Malia agreed, nodding.

Stiles' head snapped to her, jaw locked open in shock.

"Believe me. It will only be a last resort," you said, raising your eyebrows at Stiles, whose jaw slowly closed and he stared straight between you and Malia.

"Hey, now," he waved a finger at the air, slowly turning his gaze to you, making you laugh. "You would be so lucky as to kiss me," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure," you laughed. "But I think that works the other way around. I bet I could show you a thing or two, Stilinski."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" He puffed up his chest, standing at his full height, almost bumping you with it as he peacocked.

You winked at him. "Oh, you'll just have to wait and see when the time comes."

"Time comes for what?" Derek's voice asked from behind you, and you could hear his scowl.

"When Stiles and Y/N kiss," Malia said bluntly.

Derek's sputtering would have been cute if he hadn't also looked like he wanted to murder Stiles. Well, more than usual.

You threw your arm around Stiles' shoulders, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to push you off, glancing between Malia and Derek, chuckling nervously, but you summoned some wolfy strength and held him tighter, ceasing his squirming.

"Didn't you hear? Stiles and I are a thing now! All those long rides to and from the loft, night after night of studying and looking for my anchor...." You winked at Derek before turning you face to Stiles. "We fell in love."

"Can't.... Breathe...." Stiles gasped dramatically in your tight grip.

"No," Derek said simply, arms crossed.

"Why?" You challenged, releasing your friend and rolling your eyes at his theatrics behind you, gasping for air.

"I can pick you up."

"Oh yeah. My parents are going to love tall, dark, and brooding showing up covered in blood and politely requesting my help at whatever o'clock in the morning."

"Why does everyone say 'brooding' when describing me?" Derek said, trying to pick apart your valid argument.

"Have you ever looked in a mirror?"