Dance part 3(Sterek)

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Stiles tried not to gawk at the way Derek looked in a suit. He'd never seen him dressed up before. The dark red tie over the black shirt and the black jacket was a good look on Derek. He'd always looked good in dark reds and cranberries though. However, Stiles was almost certain you could put Derek in anything and he would look good.

"You're staring," Derek said as he adjusted his jacket. He wasn't even looking at Stiles.

"Hard not to when my boyfriend looks like a vogue model," Stiles shrugged.

Derek faltered for a moment at the word boyfriend.

"That just means I'll fit in next to you," Derek was trying to be sweet, but he'd never flirted with Stiles.

Stiles snorted in response.

"You guys ready?" Caroline asked, knocking on the mostly open door, "Oh my god, you look adorable."

"Thanks," Stiles gave a small smile.

"We're ready," Derek said sliding his arm around Stiles' waist. He felt the human tense under his touch. Debating on if he should pull back, Derek paused. His eyes met Stiles' with a subtle look of 'is this okay?' Stiles leaned into Derek's side letting him know that he was fine with it.

Derek was surprised by how much he liked having Stiles so close. Sure, last night he had been laying in a queen size bed next to him, but he had to refrain from touching him. Now though, having the human against him, it made Derek want to grip him tighter, and not let go, especially knowing that Stiles had eyes for someone else.

"Behave," Stiles muttered quietly as they made their way down the stairs.

Derek didn't respond. He couldn't make any promises. That Matt guy had a way of getting under Derek's skin. But he vowed to himself, not to get in the way if Stiles wanted to talk to Jeremy. They could fake a whole big 'breakup' if things went well for him. The idea was like a bitter taste in Derek's mouth.

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Derek didn't know what to expect when he arrived at the large white house. But it wasn't the amount of people. Derek tended to avoid large crowds, mostly cause the scents were too overwhelming.

"You alright?" Stiles asked leaning in a bit.

Derek was about to question him, when he remembered Stiles was literally in the FBI, he was very intuitive, and he knew Derek better than anybody.

"Yeah," Derek didn't have to explain himself. Stiles already knew what Derek was thinking.

"If you need to step out at any point-"

"Stiles, I'm fine," Derek gave an encouraging smile. Stiles seemed satisfied enough cause he gave a curt nod before turning his attention to the crowd.

"So, there will be a fancy little speech once everyone has arrived so in like fourty minutes, then there's dancing and then food," Stiles explained as they navigated the elegant foyer.

"You get that itinerary from Caroline?" Derek smirked. He knew how Stiles was about his schedule and details. He liked to know every step of every moment.

"Are you actually going to dance with me?" Stiles asked glancing over at the alpha.

"Unless you want to dance with Jeremy," Derek said trying to hold back any obvious disdain. He didn't dislike the guy, just the fact that Stiles liked him.

"That would be a bit inappropriate," Stiles gestured between the two of them.

"I could claim I don't know how to dance," Derek offered again. As much as he wanted to actually be Stiles date, he wasn't, and he wanted to respect that. Stiles had agreed to let him come, but Derek didn't have to sabotage Stiles' motives.

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