Kiss Only you

It's Fine. If its just you....

Stiles eventually wakes up, looking confused for a minute before he rubs his face against Derek's hip. He looks way too at home curled up in Derek's sheets, and Derek has to usher them both out of bed before he blurts out something dumb like please move in and never leave.

They wrap presents in separate rooms, and per Stiles' insistence, they bake cookies while A Christmas Story plays in the background. Stiles prefers plain chocolate chip, while Derek's partial to gingerbread. They both like peanut butter, and soon Derek's countertops are littered with cookies. Stiles would be happy eating cookies for dinner, but Derek insists on actually making something substantive.

After they eat, Stiles looks down at his phone and grins. "Scott and Melissa are over at my dad's, and they all want to Skype."
"You can use my desktop," Derek offers.
"Okay, cool," Stiles says, dragging him in the direction of his office. Derek's surprise must show on his face because Stiles turns around so that he's walking backward and smiles at him. "Obviously, they want to see you, too."

"Really?" he asks, swallowing. "Does your dad know?"
Stiles nods as he leans down to switch the computer on, pushing Derek to sit in the desk chair. "Yeah. When I told him about my flight being cancelled, I said I was staying with you for Christmas."
"Did he, uh—"
Stiles grins and opens Skype, signing in before he plops down in Derek's lap. "He's totally fine with it."

Derek's not so sure, but he wraps an arm around Stiles' waist and hopes that they give off the image of sweet cuddling couple and not we literally had sex a few hours ago.
Stiles' face lights up when he sees his dad, and Derek can't help but smile at the sight. It's nice to talk to Scott again, and Melissa, but Derek is mostly content to sit back in the chair and let Stiles talk enough for the both of them.

Eventually, the Sheriff shoos Melissa and Scott out of the room and sits closer to the screen, propping one elbow on the desk. "So. Derek," he says smugly, and Stiles groans, twisting to hide his face in Derek's shoulder.

"Uh, yes, sir," Derek says, clearing his throat. The Sheriff is close to 500 miles away and Derek is definitely an upstanding member of society now, but he still makes him nervous. Especially now that he's dating his son.
"Stiles tells me you're an architect?"
"Yes."
"Residential or commercial?"

"Residential, mostly. I'm, uh, designing my own house," he says, searching for something to talk about. "Starting to, anyway."
"Well that's very impressive. Is it big enough for Stiles? Big enough for a family? Have you guys talked about that yet?"
"Oh my god, Dad," Stiles wails, shoving Derek back so he can glare at his dad. "Seriously? I know you have this weird pathological desire to marry me off like some kind of 19th century maiden and get your grandchildren, but you need to calm down a little bit."

"It's not weird!" he insists, sounding so much like Stiles that Derek has to bite back a smile. "It's perfectly normal. I'm interrogating your boyfriend, that's my job. In fact, actually—"
"No," Stiles interrupts, with a grimace, "please don't say it."
"I've already interrogated him!" he says triumphantly, grinning. "So this is like a nice blast from the past."

Stiles groans. "Okay, first of all, that was like eight years ago. Can we move on, please? And also, that was my fault!"
"Yeah," Derek says lowly, pinching Stiles' inner thigh under the desk and making him jump. "That was your fault. Where's my apology?"

Stiles huffs and twists so he can whisper in Derek's ear. "I am very sorry, and I will show you later in a variety of creative and enthusiastic ways, I promise. But if you ever say anything sexual in front of my dad again, I'll punch you in the dick."
"That wasn't meant to be sexual!" he hisses back.
"Everything sounds sexual coming out of your mouth!"
"That's not my fault!"
"Boys," the Sheriff says, crossing his arms over his chest and giving them a look. Derek realizes that their whispering might not have been quiet enough, and he tries to ignore the flush in his cheeks. "Please let me get back to my interrogation."