Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 20

Stiles pressed a kiss to my cheek, his eyes flashing pink before he made his way out of the building. Deaton was smirking at me the entire time.

"Shut up." He raised his hands in defense with a laugh.

"He loves you." I rolled my eyes at him. "Seriously Derek, he does."

"So, what's your point?"

Deaton shrugged, "You should tell him how you feel."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because the full moons coming up." I raised my eyebrow at him. "You could do that mating ritual? Claim him?"

I groaned, "You want me to 'werewolf marry' Stiles? Even if I wanted that, I wouldn't spring that on him yet. The full moon's in less than a week. That's a lot on any relationship let alone one that isn't even existent."

"He might want it too."

"I don't care. Even if we were together I wouldn't do that this soon. It's unethical."

Deaton shrugged, "It'd be just as good for him as it would be for you, Derek."

"What are you talking about?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, go on. The boys are hungry."

"No, they're fine. What the hell are you going on about?"

Deaton sighed, "Angels have mates too Derek, he's feeling everything you are. He wants to mate just as bad as you do."

"Why does it matter if he does? Our relationship is between us? Why do you care?"

"I don't," He started. "But like I said before, if he feels unwanted, he'll stop saving you, and from what I could tell he's heading down the wrong path."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Fix it."

--

"You okay?" Stiles' voice caught my attention. I nodded babbling some response asking where he wanted to eat. Isaac mumbled from the backseat, I watched Stiles look out the window, his eyes flashed red and he shifted like he was in pain.

"You okay?" I parroted to him, my hand finding its way to his.

He nodded, agreeing to the café down the road and his gaze set itself out the window again, he squeezed my hand slightly as I drove.

I kept glancing over at him, how was I supposed to fix this? Even if I do something about this...thing going on with us that doesn't mean he's going to feel any different. Not if he's feeling like this because of the pack.

--

"Hey Der?" Stiles asked, walking into my bedroom.

I looked up from the book in front of me, "Yeah?"

"Wanna play Mario Kart with me?"

I raised my eyebrow at him, "What happened to Scott?"

Stiles shrugged, "He's 'busy' so, you wanna play?"

"Not really." I laughed.

"Come on, please!? All you do is read, aren't you kind of bored of it yet?"

"No," I snorted as I got up, "But if it'll make you happy I'll play."

A smile painted across his face. "Really? Yay!" He said, jumping a little.

I made my way downstairs and sat on the couch. He walked out of the kitchen with a can of Pepsi and a Beer. He handed me the Beer and a controller before plopping himself on the floor in front of me.

"Okay, so you can pick which one you want first, just not rainbow road, got it?"

I snorted, "Why not?"

"That one was created by Satan himself."

"Okay, fine." I leaned forward, my elbows rested on my knees, arms around Stiles' shoulders. "What about this one?"

He snorted, "Can you handle that one?" the cocky tone in his voice made me smirk.

"Let's find out."

A half an hour passed before Stiles groaned, head leaning back into my lap to look up at me.

"I can't prove it, but I know you're cheating."

I laughed, "Don't be a sore loser just because you undermined my video game abilities."

"That was the nerdiest thing you've ever said." He smiled.

I leaned down and pecked his lips, standing up and tossing the controller on the couch. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked walking toward the kitchen.

Stiles appeared in front of me. "You can't just do that and then walk away!"

"Since when can you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Teleport yourself?"

He smirked, "New trick." His face turning serious again. "But seriously, you can't just kiss me and then walk away!"

"Why not?"

"Wh-!? You can't be serious?"

I just stared at him, his eyes hadn't changed color and I was kind of happy because his brown eyes will always be my favorite. A blush rose on his cheeks as I continued to look at him.

"What are you looking at?" He scoffed, the skip in his heart beat didn't go unnoticed.

I shook my head lightly at him and smiled, "You."

He dropped his head, a smile on his face. I lifted his chin, "Dinner, what do you want?"

He snorted pressing his lips against mine, "Chinese. Make the call quick, I need to beat your werewolf ass in the near future."

"Okay." I said softly, pecking his lips again. He hit my chest playfully letting out a quiet "stop" and bounded back into the living room.

"Hey, Sourwolf?" Stiles asked when I walked back over. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

I sighed rolling my eyes and sitting back down on the couch, he got up sitting next to me.

"Because you're literally Lucifer."

"There's no need for such flattery."

Stiles snorted. "Wow, you can be funny."

I smiled a little pulling him closer to me, "Start the stupid game, loser."

"Fine."

I let him win (but he's too cocky to realize it).