Sterek

Chapter 15

Stiles P.O.V
I was seriously beginning to love waking up in Derek's arms. It was a pleasant feeling and something I never wanted to end but I also felt like we were stuck in limbo. We were friends but we acted like more sometimes. I know I wanted more with Derek but wasn't sure how to approach the whole situation, other than just randomly kissing him but there was no way I had the confidence to do that. Then I had a brainwave. The main reason I hadn't wanted Derek rooting around in my mind was that I didn't want him to see how I felt about him, but now that I wanted him to know that, I might as well just let him in.
I sighed as I shifted slightly. Derek's arms tightened around me. 'Stop moving.' He mumbled in my ear and a shiver went down my spine. 'It's the weekend you don't have school so you don't have to go anywhere.' He continued. I hummed in response but relaxed all the same.
'I literally can't sit still and I haven't had any Adderall this morning. Let me up so I can take some.' His arms didn't move. 'I'll come back. It's literally in my bag.' He relented.
Moving off the bed and towards my bag I pulled out the bottle of Adderall and dry swallowed two pills. Putting it back I make my way towards the bed and when I got close enough he reached out and pulled me back to him. I landed softly, caged in his arms. I laughed quietly.
'Hmm, much better.' He hummed. He was curled around me with his head buried in my neck. I decided that now was as good a time as any.
'Sourwolf.' I opened our link and when I knew he was paying attention I let my walls drop. I felt his shock at what I was doing. 'Go ahead, I'm an open book.' I prompted. He hesitated for a moment and then began to look through my mind. Random memories popped up, emotions and events. He watched it all, feeling what I felt. I noticed that he seemed to look at my memories growing up for a while but then he zeroed in on all my thoughts about him. He looked at events where he was present from my point of view.
I knew the exact moment he realised how I felt about him. I could feel so many emotions coming through the bond; shock, confusion and overwhelming joy.
His joy made me feel ecstatic- I was close when I said it would be like I had taken ecstasy, the only difference being that I was no more hyper than usual.
When he pulled away from my mind I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring right at me. I smiled at him, high from his emotions. He grinned back and then ducked his head down to kiss me.
Considering I was completely aware this time, I was able to respond. It was amazing, his lips were gentle against mine as I began to kiss him back. He teased my mouth open and pulled me closer to him as the kiss got deeper. My hands had found my way into his hair and I was running my fingers through it. Eventually though we ran out of air and pulled away slightly to breathe.
'Wasn't expecting that...' I commented breathlessly. He grinned at me.
'I've been waiting to kiss you like that since I met you.' He replied.
'Then why on Earth did you wait this long?' I complained and he laughed at me.
Shaking his head he responded; 'Probably for the same reasons that you did, fear, being top most among them. I don't get close to people Stiles, I haven't in a long time. If I don't get close to people I have no one to lose, it's lonely but I'm protected. And another reason lies in that thing that I haven't told you about yet but I think I'll tell you soon.'
'And yet here we are... You got close to me, why?' I asked curiously.
He began to stroke my face as he spoke. 'How could I not? You're incredible, so strong, so smart. You looked at me and you really saw me for who I am. There are so many reasons. And at the same time it wasn't a choice, I couldn't stay away from you if I wanted to, our worlds, our lives are entwined.' I blushed at his words. 'And you look adorable when you blush.' He added with a dopey grin on his face.
'Ugh, sometimes I hate how smooth you are. In comparison I'm a blundering mess.' I groaned as I buried my head in his chest. He laughed and I smiled in spite of myself.
'Random question- why did your Dad call you Mischief?' Derek asked. I sighed.
'Well obviously Stiles is a nickname.' He looked vaguely surprised. 'You really thought my parents would name me Stiles Stilinski?' I asked, disbelief colouring my tone.
He blushed slightly. 'Well no one has ever called you anything else.' He grumbled out.
'Well it's because no one can even pronounce my first name. It's polish and was my grandads name. I couldn't ever say it as a child. The closest I could get was mischief so it just became what my mom called me. Dad picked it up too. He doesn't use it so much since mum died... mostly when he's worried about me.' I explained to him.
'What's your name then, Mischief?' Derek asked with a grin.
'If I told you I'd have to kill you.' I replied. He pouted at me and I groaned. 'You take puppy dog eyes to a whole new level. Fine. My real name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski.' I told him reluctantly. Waiting for him to laugh.
'Mieczyslaw... that's amazing. Polish, do you speak the language?' He asked and I smirked back at him.
'Ale oczywiście tak, za kogo mnie bierzesz? Myślę, że jesteś piękny., Sourwolf.' His eyes were wide as he looked at me.
'Fuck, that's actually kind of hot.' Derek replied and I grinned at him as I moved a little closer.
'Naprawdę?' I responded as I closed the gap between us and kissed him. I bit down on his lip gently and he growled lowly which gave me the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth. In response he tugged me even closer, pulling me on top of him as my hands tangled in his hair. When I pulled away slightly to breathe he moved his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin there. I let out a breathy moan and felt him smile. I tugged on his hair and pulled him back up to meet my lips. We kissed for a while before Derek pulled away and smiled at me.
'Correction- that's very hot.' I chuckled and then very abruptly realised that I was essentially straddling Derek. Flushing red I tried to move but Derek had his arms locked around my waist preventing any movement. 'You're not going anywhere.' He stated.
'Fine by me. But can I just like move a little?' I asked him. He sighed but released me from his arms and I moved quickly so as that I was tucked into his side with his arm slung around my waist. I had my head on his chest and was listening to his heartbeat. 'In spite of all the crazy, dangerous stuff that seems to happen whenever you're around, I've never felt as safe as I do when I'm with you.' I told him quietly and I heard his heart rate become unsteady in response to my words. He hummed in response, his hand stroking up and down my side, in a way that was incredibly soothing. 'How is that even possible? I've only known you for a few weeks. How could I possibly feel like I've known you for most of my life... and like there's nowhere else in the world I could possibly belong but by your side, wherever you are?' I questioned softly. I felt him let out a sigh.
'Because it's true. You don't belong anywhere else. You always have and always will belong where you are right now, by my side. It'll be easier to explain if I show you something.' I felt his mind reach out to mine and opened myself up to whatever he needed me to see.
The room I was in was familiar and I knew it to be the pack house, my house, and I was in my room. My mom, Talia, was in front of me on my bed and she was telling me about mates, trying to get me to go to sleep.
'One day, my little pup, you will find your own mate. Mates are people that are made just for you and you are made for them, don't forget that it goes both ways. Often times you will find each other when you both need it most, and it will be wonderful. You will be so attuned to each other you can communicate without words, heal each other simply by the power of your love and sense each other before you even walk in the room. Being with your mate, it's the most glorious thing you will ever experience- second only to having children with them.' She was telling me.
'Are you and papa mates, mama?' I asked her in awe of her words.
'We are. And it doesn't matter if your mate is human, like papa- that's okay. And it's okay if your mate is a boy or a girl, Derek, that's always okay.' She continued with a knowing sort of smile.
'I hope it's a boy. Girls have cooties.' She laughed. 'How will I know? Who my mate is?'
'Your eyes will flash- your real eyes. And you'll feel a connection with them, a pull. You'll know.' She smiled fondly at me.
'I can't wait.'
The image slowly disappeared until I was back in my own head, attempting to process what I had just learned. Mate. I was his mate, at least that was what I took from the memory he had shown me. What did that mean? What did it entail? So many questions swirled through my head.
'Stiles.' Derek spoke cautiously, unsure. 'What's going through that head of yours?' He asked gently.
'Too much. That's a lot to process all at once Sourwolf.' I replied.
'I know and I'm sorry I didn't tell you until now. I wasn't sure how to, I didn't want, don't want it to affect your feelings for me. I wanted us to be at this point, here, where we'd both shown an interest. I wanted you to choose this, and I felt like if you knew, it would take that choice away.' He explained.
'I understand why you didn't tell me, I get that. And I'm not mad or anything. What does it even mean? Really?' I asked.
'Being mates? It's like soul mates. We were made for each other. That's really the simplest way to explain it. It has its upsides- you will always have someone who is there for you, someone who will love you unconditionally, always. I mean there are downsides as there is with everything- we feel more strongly than other people, can get quite possessive. The positives far out way the negatives. It's forever Stiles.' He spoke gently, like he was afraid I was going to spook.
'You've said before that there were conditions, what are they?' At this Derek blushed, and I immediately became suspicious.
'Well... part of it is that I have to mark you, basically I have to bite your shoulder, it makes it clear to other wolves that you're mine, I'm sorry that sounds really... caveman like. The other part... we have to be together.' He emphasised the word together.
'What do you mean toget-... oh, oh.' I realised what he meant and I blushed as well. 'So you bite me and then we... and that's it? There's no like weird ceremony or anything?' I asked, still bright red.
'Pretty much. It's not like a wedding Stiles. And both things don't have to happen at the same time. It's like, and forgive the analogy, but the bite is like an engagement and the other part is the wedding. So to speak.' He explained. 'Even if you agree with any of this stuff I would never force you into anything you weren't ready for. Ever.'
'I know that Sourwolf.' I replied. 'Honestly, the whole mate thing doesn't sound so terrible. When you bite me it won't turn me right?'
'No. Even if I was an alpha it works differently with mates, the bite would only turn you if that's what both of us wanted. And it pretty much heals, just a scar that will only appear to us and other wolves- it's to prevent any odd questions from outsiders.'
'Ok. I'm alright with being mates. That's fine, it's actually really cool and it's nice to know that there was someone made for me and vice versa. But I don't want the bite right now. I need to think about that a little more and I don't know, be with you for a while before we make that step.' I voiced my thoughts.
'That's absolutely fine. It makes sense to do that anyway.' Derek agreed. We had moved so that we were sitting up at some point during the conversation and now I stretched my arms up, needing to move around some.
'Can we get up now? It's not that I don't enjoy lying around in bed with you it's just that I'm getting antsy and need to move. And I'm hungry too.' He laughed at me.
'Sure.' He got out of the bed and I followed suit. 'Come on, I'll cook you breakfast.' I quickly grabbed my laptop bag and then slipped my hand into the one Derek was holding out for me before he led me downstairs and towards the kitchen.
I sat at the breakfast bar as Derek made his way to the fridge. I spent a moment appreciating the fact that Derek was cooking me breakfast, shirtless. After that moment I pulled out my laptop and started it up.
When the search engine was up I typed in 'wolf behaviour traits' and clicked enter. A whole list of results popped up so I simply started with the top one and worked my way through some of them. I wanted to look into the traits of wolves and packs and see if they related to Derek and to see if there was anything I needed to either watch out for or do. I made a list of traits as I went along in my head.
One of the biggest things was about territorial traits- the possessive thing that Derek was talking about, but another thing was about contact, packs liked to have a lot of physical contact with each other, it was something about scent. I also learned about how packs have strong bonds like family and how a wolf will bare its neck to the alpha to show its submission. Another thing that I had learned was how small changes in body language signified specific things. It was all very interesting and I would have to relate it to Derek and the pack I somehow knew we'd have in the future.
When a plate was set down beside me I shut my laptop before Derek saw what I was looking at. Then I turned my eyes to the plate of food before glancing up at Derek. 'Thanks Sourwolf.'
He nodded in reply and then took his place beside me. We were silent as we ate, enjoying the food that Derek had had made for us. When we were both finished, I lifted both of our plates and moved to the sink to wash up. I was almost done when Derek came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist and settled his head on top of mine. I sighed as I finished washing up, content in that moment.
When I set down the last plate, I leaned back into Derek, resting my head on his chest. 'So what are we going to do all day, since you're a wanted felon and all that.' I asked him lightly.
'Hmm... I mean we could just watch some movies. Do you have any homework?' He mused.
'Yeah I have some but it shouldn't take me too long to get it done. I could do that first and then we could watch some films.' I responded.
'Sounds like a plan.'
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Author's Note.
Translation.
Ale oczywiście tak, za kogo mnie bierzesz? Myślę, że jesteś piękny., Sourwolf.- But of course yes, who do you take me for? I think you're beautiful, Sourwolf.
Naprawdę- is it really?
Beware google translated so it may be off apologies to any Polish people who may be reading this.

Also thanks to @Pingwinator who corrected my polish.