I only want you (Sterek)

Chapter 1: I Always Come Here

Stiles sat at his desk reading up on Celtic symbols from a book his mother had given him, before she passed. She left him quite a few old books, yet so bored he decided to read one to help him fall asleep faster, but the book was so fascinating that he got caught up in the magical lore, and intricate designs of the symbols. Needing more knowledge, he put the book down and flipped open his computer and started typing, his hands were quick moving around the keyboard. He clicked away at each website, typing more and more names of symbols and there alleged origins. He'd read about the triskelion, the triquetra and everything in between. He mouthed everything on the screen, line to line, word for word. He was so consumed in the computer that he could have leaped into the screen. Spending nearly eight hours at the computer, he noticed it was getting late and didn't want just three hours of sleep like last night, so he closed his laptop, and decided to take a quick shower. He let the hot water course throughout his body easing the tension and aches. He rinsed off, and reached stupidly for a towel that wasn't even there.

"Dad". he sighed knowing he had to run to the hall closet naked because there wasn't a towel in the bathroom.

Dashing across the hall; nearly slipping due to his dripping wet body, Stiles was extremely thankful his father, the sheriff, was at work. He grabbed the towel then bolted to his room. It was dark, he didn't remember turning off his light before getting in the shower, maybe he was that tired he thought shrugging it off.

He pulled on his pajama pants and a old battered T-shirt, looking at the clock it read 12:30 a.m he was happy to be able to sleep earlier then what he was used to.
Laying on his back he stared up at the ceiling which beamed with the full moon light on it. He'd hoped Scott and the pack, well Scott, Jackson, Lydia and Allison but mostly Scott and Jackson since they were the only supernatural beings in the pack, was all okay, especially since Jackson couldn't really control himself, and because of how Derek seemed to bug them to get Scott to be apart of his pack. Thinking about the pack being somewhere in the woods, or probably at Scott's, he finally drifted off to sleep.

A quarter to three, without warning Derek Hale crawled through his window, he looked exhausted, bags visibly starting to form under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in a while. He walked over to the bed and started taking off his shoes and T-shirt, he left his tank top on, and laid gently in the bed. Stiles made a small movement and Derek laid with his back towards him, Stiles tossed again, Derek side eyed him, he wanted to wake him and ask him was he okay but he figured it was probably best to let him sleep. Finally, after several encores, he stopped tossing around. Derek closed his eyes drifting off to sleep. He was nearly asleep when Stiles started shivering, he turned and placed some more covers on him but it wasn't enough because he started shivering again. Derek turned around and threw his arm around Stiles cuddling with him, instantly Stiles shivering stopped and his heartbeat was nice and calm, Stiles to Derek's surprise held onto his arm tightly.  Thirty minutes later Stiles woke up yelling, seeing Derek cuddled up with him.

"What?!" Derek hissed emerging from the bed, crouching onto the floor, his eyes glowing red, his claws protruding out of his fingers.

"You! Wh... what are you doing in here?" Stiles asked.

Derek closed his eyes, retracting his claws, he opened his eyes they were back to normal, back to his pale emerald green eyes. "What do you mean?" He asked getting off his hands and feet.

"Why are you here?" Stiles countered half frightened and sleepy.

"I always come here". He said getting back in the bed.

Stiles laid dazed, 'I always come here' He tossed it around in his mind watching Derek slowly fall back to sleep. He looked so peaceful, and less threatening then usual. Stiles couldn't take his eyes off of him, he watched the Alpha sleep, it was a tranquil sight and it wasn't one he'd seen before. Yet he couldn't quiet grasp his mind around exactly why he was seeing Derek Hale, the one who hated his guts and probably had placed him at number one of his most hated list, in his bed, next to him. He suddenly felt the urge to touch the sleeping Alpha, he couldn't deny that though it was weird he'd felt warm and comfortable, and was able to sleep better, but thought it wise not to wake him. Studying Derek as he slept it wasn't long until he, himself, was off to sleep again. And Derek, waking up again, turned and wrapped his arm around Stiles again.