Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 25

Warning: horribly bad, super short smut headed your way.

Stiles walked into the room Derek had managed to get that night. He was still on edge about leaving the pack alone but he knew it was best for not only him and Derek, but the threat out against them. He sighed, listening to Derek explain how they basically couldn't leave the room or see anyone as Stiles flopped onto the bed.

"Then, how are we supposed to eat? You didn't pack any food." Stiles said, his head turning toward the bathroom.

Derek sat on the bed next to him, untying his boots. "This hotel is specifically for the supernatural and different types of mating rituals and stuff so we can order room service and it comes up this little elevator kind of thing for us."

"What the hell do mean!?" Stiles sat up.

Derek pointed to the small square door on the wall. Stiles laughed, "I'm ordering food right now. This is not real."

Derek laughed, pulling his shirt over his head. "Find something to watch while you're at it."

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After Stiles had finished eating he pushed himself off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, squealing and running back out. "Get naked, now."

Derek snorted, "Why?"

Stiles rolled his eyes pulling Derek off the bed and dragging him into the bathroom. "Do you see that?"

"You mean the bathtub?"

"I mean, the huge bathtub that can fit more than just us and the giant wall full of bubbles and rose petals and candles and fuck Derek, we're taking a bath right now."

Derek raised his eyebrows, "Really? You want the first time you see me naked to be for a bath."

"YES!" Stiles yelled, turning the water on. "Clothes off."

Derek laughed but did as he was told climbing into the bathtub with Stiles.

"You're the best." Stiles hummed leaning into Derek.

Derek rolled his eyes.

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"So, how does this day one work?" Stiles asked after they'd finished the bath.

"Basically, we just do whatever we want."

"I thought we were supposed to fuck."

Derek yawned, "Not till the full moon and can you not call it that."

"But, that's what it is?" Stiles laughed.

"Whatever. We don't really do much of anything."

"Can I call the pack?" He asked.

"Not after tonight." Derek said, climbing into bed.

Stiles sighed, "So, I should call now?"

"Yes." Derek yawned again, rolling onto his stomach and wrapping his arms around the pillow.

Stiles grabbed his phone, dialing Scott's number, and crawling across the bed to lay on top of Derek's bare back. He pushed his fingers through the wolf's hair as he spoke on the phone. Stiles' nerves eased a bit by the time he hung up. Derek was forcing himself to stay awake, failing miserably as he kept dozing off. Stiles tossed his phone on the bedside table and got up to shut off the light. He climbed back in bed, laying on Derek's back again.

"Goodnight, Der." Stiles hummed, his fingers dancing up and down Derek's side.

"I love you." Derek muttered back, the words mashing together with sleep, smile tracing his lips when Stiles kissed his tattoo and said the three words back to him.