Kiss Only you

Encounter

Stiles curses under his breath and stares down at the map on his phone—he's been in Portland for two weeks, It was not supposed to be this long gosh he knew he is lost. Where he started the starting point? which was now making him more confused. He cracks his neck and sighs he can feel tired, he came to stop near the downtown street, trying to get a glimpse of that street sign, but something catches his attention.
The hairs on the back of Stiles' neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. Whoa.. he can totally feel that someone is keeping eye on him, he kept on rubbing his left palm on his knee. He tries not to look back and just tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn't notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It's a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit...!!
He kept his eyes on the stop sign and quickly jogs across the street when the light finally changes, half-convinced that Derek's gonna be gone when he gets there which was completely making his heart sink with uneasy feeling, He just keeps on mumbling ' not today please stay..' He's still there, though, standing stock-still with those multi-colored eyes locked on Stiles. "Hi." Said Derek as stiles approach almost out of breath, placing both hands on keen he tries to catch his breath.
"Hi," Stiles repeats, seemingly stuck in what is surely a dumb facial expression. "Holy shit, it's you."

Derek laughs a little—which is foreign on its own, really, what kind of dumb universe is this? Derek and laugh? Seriously Derek Hale is laughing?—and scratches at his cheek while thinking. "Yeah, it's me," he says. His beard is a little longer than it used to be, and now there are even flecks of gray in it, good lord. Derek is way older than me or what? Do werewolf grow faster than humans?

Someone bumps into him from behind, and oh yeah, they're standing in the middle of the sidewalk during rush hour. Derek grimaces and tugs him off by the arm to the side. Stiles stumbles along willingly—he can feel the heat of Derek's hand, beautifully soft and strong grip which was making stiles feeling his whole blood in his hand flowing so slower and warmer.

"Dude," he says, drawing the word out and smacking the back of his hand lightly against Derek's chest. Yep, just as firm as he remembers.and more hotter! "What are you doing here?"
"I live here now," Derek says in response, with a little smile. It's a different kind of smile, softer and more genuine than the smirks that Stiles was used to from Derek not hated not the one usually derek gives stiles back than, and it takes him an extra second to realize that it's his turn to speak now.
"I live here too.. ahn.." he says, and he winces a little at the tinge of hysteria in his own laugh. "As of two weeks ago."
Derek ducks his head a little—god, that's cute—and smiles again. "Do you wanna, uh, catch up sometime? Maybe get a drink?"
"Yes," Stiles says, a little more eagerly than usual, I mean what's hurts? Derek is gonna be derek right. He clears his throat and tries to lower his voice into something more appropriate. "Yeah, I really do. Actually. Thats perfect!"

Derek digs his phone out of the back pocket of his jean ,still tight, nice oh.. Stiles can't stop his eyes lowering down, feeling the deep warmth around his cheeks as suddenly something interrupted him — of course, it was derek's big hands which was handing over him the phone."Then give me your number."
"Look at you," Stiles says holding the phone his eyes sparkles and turn into a smuggy smirk, he pats derek over the shoulder as grinning and taps the screen. "All technologically-advanced and everything, with an iPhone that's no more than two models old."

Derek huffs and smirks, crossing arms over his chest, but there's a fond smile curling at the edges of his mouth. "I've changed.or I say changed for good... what you think."
"Yeah. Great" he says, handing the phone back and letting their fingers brush for a split-second. S-smooth.. His mind can wonder about derek's skin "I can see that."
"I'll text you." Derek smiles softly which make stiles breathless. Taking his hand back from stiles looking at it.