Can you not sneak in my window anymore? It's freaking creepy...stalkerish. -SS
Then why dont you ever let me in through the front door? You said your dad wouldn't try and kill me anymore. -DH
Last time we tried that you broke the door off the hinges, Derek. Hinges. -SS
Only because it was locked. And you were taunting me. -DH
Of course I was taunting you, Sourwolf! -SS
And besides, it's fun when you can't shove me into things now and again. -SS
I'm coming. Through the door. -DH
I see you. How'd you get here this fast? -SS
Derek flew into the room, swooping up Stiles, pulling him in for a long kiss. when they finally seperated, Stiles lips were swollen and his breathing was heavy.
He smirked. "Whoa."
Derek's eyebrow arched, an amused grin spreading over his face as he looks and sees Stiles standing uncomfortably sideways, trying and failing to cover up his boner.
"Not so fast." Derek whispers, pushing him onto the bed.
"What...what are you doing?" Stiles studders.
Derek's grin gets impossibly wider, as he crawls in between his mates legs, feeling him tremble.
"You."
