Catnip

I'm A Flirt

Stiles had gotten a lot of support for his new announcement. A lot. Especially from his pack.
He enjoyed exploring.
Flirting with them.
"Isaac?" Stiles called softly.
"Yeah." Isaac answered, his head down. Looking at Stiles' book.
"You're cute." Stiles said sweetly.
"Thank you?"
Isaac laughed, looking up.
"Sorry. It was always something I was embarrassed to say out loud so I figure I would." Stiles said.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" Isaac asked with a cute smile.
"Is this awkward for you?"
Stiles asked.
Derek seethed in the kitchen.
"Little bit. Yeah." Isaac admitted.
"Good. Don't go through my bag anymore and I won't have to flirt with you. Making you super uncomfortable." Stiles said.
"Understood." Isaac said putting Stiles' book down.
"That's a good boy." Stiles said.
"Sorry." Isaac apologized.
"It's okay." Stiles said cutely. Scratching Isaac's head.
Derek snarled in their direction.
"Nicely played." Erica said impressed.
"Thank you. I learn from the best." Stiles said nudging her gently.
"Don't you even think about flirting with me or I'll snap your arm."
Boyd threatened.
"Like I would." Stiles said disgusted.
"That's enough children." Peter said.
"He started it." Boyd said.
"You're just mad because I didn't want to flirt with you." Stiles teased.
"Devastated." Boyd said sarcastically.
"You two are hilarious." Erica laughed. Then she looked at Derek.
"What's wrong?" Erica asked him.
"Nothing." Derek lied.
Peter looked thoughtfully.
"You sure? You look really tired and agitated." Isaac observed.
"Positive." Derek lied again.
"Stiles. Be a dear and do me a favor."     Peter called.
"Okay..." Stiles said softly.
"Can you get that liquor on the top shelf? You can use the stool."
Peter said gently. Stiles came over.
"If you let me fall, I'll come back and haunt you." Stiles said and climbed up. "Got it." Stiles said and slowly made his way down. "Here, weirdo."
"Thank you." Peter said touching his face lightly. Brushing his bottom lip.
"Mine." Derek growled to himself.
"You can go back." Peter said.
"Thanks? Isaac's right. You do look tired. You sure you're okay?" Stiles asked. Touching his arm gently.
Derek grabbed Stiles' hand. Placing it it on his chest and keeping it there.
"Derek..." Boyd said concerned.
"What's up?" Isaac asked. Derek's eyes glowed and he dipped his head.
"Stop." Stiles said pushing him away.
"Stay." Derek grabbed his other hand. Gripping it to stop him from escaping. Isaac stood up and went over. Just as Derek's claws came out. Piercing Stiles flesh and fangs came out the bite his shoulder.
"That's enough, Derek." Peter tried to pull him off only to be batted away.
Boyd and Erica saw to Peter.
"No. Derek don't." Stiles plead.
"Derek." Isaac called. When Derek turned around, he was met with a frying pan to the face.
Knocking him out. "You okay?"
"Yeah. What the hell was that?"
Stiles asked. Isaac said he didn't know and went over to Peter.
"You okay?" Stiles and Isaac asked.
"Yeah. Nothing that won't heal in a few minutes. Stiles..." Peter started.
"I'm okay. He didn't bite me." Stiles said. Peter sighed. "Go before he wakes up. Take care of that hand." Peter said as Isaac helped him up.
"Sure you okay?" Peter asked. Peter nodded. He was fine but Derek wasn't.