Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Temporary Bliss(Sterek)

(Inspired by the song, Temporary Bliss, by The Cab)

Derek watched as Stiles pulled his clothes on and scrambled to answer his phone. He'd already missed two calls from Scott and a third would result in a search party; Scott tended to worry.

"Hey, Scotty, I'm sorry, I left my phone on the charger and didn't know you called. I'm heading over now, I'll see you soon," Stiles lied as he quickly collected his things.

Derek watched from his bed, still naked and wrapped in the sheets. 

"I'll see you later, Derek," Stiles called over his shoulder as he rushed out the door leaving Derek alone, once again. 

This had become a habit for them. It had started about three weeks ago, when Derek had gotten hurt, pretty bad. Stiles insisted on staying the night at Derek's loft, to keep an eye on him. He'd been shot with a rare type of wolfsbane and almost didn't make it. Stiles was always the one to show the most concern for Derek. He saw passed Derek's hard alpha exterior and saw the lonely, broken man underneath. 

Derek had truly been okay, but nobody was talking Stiles out of crashing Derek's couch for the night. When Derek had one of his nightmares, Stiles' had woken him gently and calmed him down just by simply being there. Stiles insisted on staying by Derek's side for the rest of the night. When he woke several hours later from another nightmare, Stiles hadn't woken him, instead he'd laid with the werewolf and let his touch comfort the wolf. Stiles knew that physical anchors were a powerful thing and he knew the pack was Derek's anchor and he'd used that to his advantage. 

When Derek woke next to the human he felt a peace he hadn't felt in a long time. Stiles offered to stay the next night, just in case, but Derek understood that Stiles was concerned for him so he let him stay. However this time when Derek had a nightmare, he woke Stiles asking him to lie with him. That had lead to lots of physical contact and eventually the two of them sleeping together. Derek slept like the dead that night. The first time in a long time without a nightmare. After that he'd expected things to be awkward or Stiles to become clingy, however Stiles acted as if nothing happened. 

The next few nights had been hell for Derek, he had horrible nightmares, and when he woke, he felt more alone than he ever had. The third night, Derek had called Stiles, desperate to hear his voice. He'd never expected Stiles to come over, but at one am, Stiles was knocking on Derek's door. That was the second time they slept together. After that, it became a thing. 

Derek had been surprised by how detached Stiles kept himself, and how he managed to pretend that they weren't sleeping together whenever the pack was around. Stiles had learned how to clean Derek's scent off of him to keep the pack from suspecting anything. Something about meadow sweet being good for masking scent. 

What Derek didn't expect was to fall for the human. He started to miss Stiles when he wasn't around. He started to crave his touch in non-sexual ways. He found himself become more protective of the human, and he wanted to hear about Stiles' day. Stiles, however hadn't changed at all. He didn't act any differently towards Derek or even smell different around him. It hurt Derek, he knew he needed to cut things off before he got hurt. He never imagines Stiles would hurt him, even though it was unintentional. 

Derek threw the covers off of him, making his way to the shower. He stepped into the hot water, letting it wash away Stiles' touch. Derek let out a frustrated growl, he already missed Stiles. He hated feeling that way. He didn't want to love Stiles, but it was too late. 

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Derek had just sat down with a book when a familar scent hit his nose. Stiles. Derek felt his chest tighten and excitement build as the scent grew stronger.