The Spark of a Wolf

Mumbled Declarations, Sappy Confessions, Movie Cuddles

Stiles grinned broadly as he and Derek reached the top of the stairs, holding hands outside the loft. Derek pulled open the door, gently tugging Stiles trough the threshold behind him, releasing his hand as he shrugged off his jacket. Stile stood in the middle of the open space as Derek milled around, placing his jacket over the back of a chair and moving to the couch to fold the blanket Stiles had claimed.

"So." Stiles said, feeling out of place.

Derek glanced up, setting the throw on the back of the couch. "So?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Stiles rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the Beacon Hills basketball sweatshirt he still wore. "You didn't take me to school." He pointed out.

Derek shrugged. "Thought you didn't want to go; your hand."

"I still half expected you to kick me out of the car when we passed, do a drive-by drop off."

"Hm, maybe next time." Derek smirked, drifting over to the kitchen, Stiles pivoting to follow his movements from the spot he stood. "So, do you want to watch-"

"I've never been with a guy!" Stiles blurted out in a rush, he's cheek growing pink with embarrassment.

Derek's hand froze on the open door of the fridge, turning his head to look at the boy in the middle of his loft with raise eyebrows. "...Okay." He said, confused by the sudden admission. "Good to know? Not sure what that had to do with watching a movie, but..." He continued with an amused smile.

"Uhm, well...yeah. I mean I...no, no it doesn't have anything to do with watching a movie, but...you got like flustered when I asked about the bond thing, and I was thinking about it and figured...you know...it was something to do with...you and...me...and like...you know. And I...I just wanted you to know." He finished quietly, head hanging down with flushed cheeks.

Derek moved around the counter, coming to stand in front of Stiles. He pushed his fingers through the boy's hair, forcing his head up gentle so he can look into his eyes. "You know, it's not really a big deal, right?"

"I just thought that since you didn't take me to school, and the thing with the syrup..."

"That I'd take you back here and throw you down onto my bed? Stiles, no."

"Really?" Stiles asked, feeling relief wash over him then frowning as relief was replace with guilt. "Sorry. I don't mean to sound like I don't want to."

"Would you stop worrying? You're not ready, it's okay to feel relieved, Stiles. Nothing has to happen that you're no ready for." Derek smiles, leaning in to press his lips to his temple. "I told, I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush."

"Okay." The boy said with a nod and a soft smile, following Derek back into the kitchen.

"Back to my originalquestion; movie?"

Stiles hopped onto the counter, shaking his head to clear his mind and let the embarrassment melt away. He kicked his legs back and forth, the heels of his feet connecting with the lower cabinets with a soft thud. "I don't know, what if you have terrible taste in movies? That could ruin this whole thing. Like what if you're some closet Twilight lover?"

"I have no idea what that is." Derek said, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against the counter opposite from Stiles.

"Good, let's keep it that way."

"If you don't trust my judgement then why don't you pick something then?"

"No way. I need to know what I'm getting into, what I'll have to sit through on date night. So, come on. Give me your top five."