Pack Mama (Sterek)

chapter 2

Hi glad all of you loved it here's a new one.

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Stiles pov

I woke up to the sound of yet another thud but this own was more calculated. I was stuck under three heavy guys. I looked back at where the noise came from. Derek was leaning against the window seal snickering to himself. I glared and started wiggled with great effort trying to get out from under them with little luck. I heard a strangled laugh and turned to him again.

"What is so funny?" I glared

"You look like a capterpillar who got stuck under a bunch of wolf spiders." he broke down laughing, which to my dismay didn't wake any of them.

"Haha very funny," I felt something wet fall and slide down my face, Boyd's drool, "eeeeeewwww!!!!"

"Sourwolf, you better get me out now!!!!!"

"Alright, alright I'm coming. Give me your hand."

"If I could move my hands I would have gotten out a long time ago. So if you want my hand, go fish."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, sticking his arm down into mass of limbs, muscle, and fat. I felt a hand on my ass and squeaked.

"That's my ass, thank you Derek." I sneered

He had the audacity to grin, "Where's your left arm? I can't find it."

"My left is in an armlock under Boyd's butt. My right is under Isaac's chest and in between Jackson's shins,"I waved with it for emphasis, "take your pick." I smiled ruefully.

He chose the right. He pulled me out and I landed on him. I open my eyes to see we were kissed. I jumped away.

"EWWWWWWW!!!!! WOLF COOTIES!! GET 'EM OFF ME! GET 'EM OFF ME!!" I screamed, doing a weird dance.

"Shhhh! quiet." he hissed putting his hand on my mouth.

I nodded, he let go.

"We never speak of this." we said in unison

"Glad we're on the same page. What's wrong with your arm?"

I followed his gaze to my left. I hadn't relized it was asleep.

"Hang on."

I slammed my hand against the wall. I yelped in pain and Derek giggled. I looked at him in surprise.

"What!?" he glared

"Nothing." I looked away

I turned around and screamed in surprise to see all three were awake.

So much for being quiet.

"Um. Who's hungry? I'll make breakfast."

Isaac whooped, "Stiles is making breakfast! Race you down!"

He grabbed the hem of Jackson's shirt and pulled over the other boy's head, running off laughing. Boyd knocked Jackson over and onto the ground then followed Isaac. Jackson ran after them laughing as he yelled death threats. I smiled and shook my head.

"What's that look for?" asked Derek

"What look?" I questioned

"The one where you looked at them like a mother."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Then I went down the stairs to cook breakfast.

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