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Derek's Notes

A/N: This is supposed to be like a journal thing that Derek wrote in the notes app on his phone. I wanted to describe the Sterek cuddle night, but Stiles wasn't awake for several important moments, and Derek isn't the type to gossip about such things.
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This is, I don't know, like a journal entry or something. Psychiatrists recommend it so you don't go psycho, right?
This is only to be seen by Derek Hale, AKA myself. And by that, I mean that Peter and my pack are not allowed to read this. If they do, I will rip their throats out.
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Last night, Stiles texted me. He said he couldn't sleep because of his A.D.D. I wanted desperately to help, because he's a good kid and he needs to sleep and he doesn't deserve to suffer from disorders like he does.
He said I could come over, and help him sleep, so I ran there as fast as I could. I climbed in through his window and I crawled into bed next to him. I was the big spoon, of course. I might have let myself grind against him a little bit.
Stiles chuckled and said, "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" I kicked him and said, "Shut up and go to sleep."
Stiles sighed and complained, "I can't go to sleep. That's why we're in this mess to begin with." "Closing your eyes is a good start." I told him, and I closed my eyes too.
He smelled really good, like vanilla and cinnamon. Mouthwatering, honestly.
"You smell nice. What is that scent?" I muttered against his neck. "Soap. It's this new innovation. You should try it sometime." he responded sarcastically, and I kicked him again, harder than I did before. "You think I don't use soap?"
"Ouch! Jerk." Stiles complained. "Bitch." I responded, chuckling. "I'd be really mad at you for the name-calling, but I love you too much for that reference." Stiles patted my hand.
"What? I didn't understand that reference." I replied, smirking. Stiles laughed. "Again with the references." He sighed. I nuzzled his neck, and we laid there for at least a half-hour. His heart was somehow STILL racing.
"Stiles, you need to sleep." I murmured. "And yet, I still can't." he replied. I was starting to get upset, because he needs his sleep, and it's not healthy to stay up.
"Would it help if I read to you from a really dull textbook?" I asked, thinking back to the school books on his desk.
Stiles scoffed. "Nah, I'd probably just get hyper and be more awake. Damn A.D.D."
I don't know why I said what I said next. I don't ever sing in front of people. But Stiles is... Different. Special.
I offered, "Do you want me to sing to you? Should I sing you to sleep?"
Stiles said, reminiscently, "No one has sung me to sleep since my mom..."He trailed off sadly, and that made up my mind.
The first song that started playing in my head was Asleep by the Smiths, and I hummed through the whole song. By the final round of the chorus, he was snoring softly.
I smiled, and inhaled his scent again. It awoke my wolf, and my wolf immediately labelled Stiles as "Luna". My wolf's urge to mark Stiles as mine was overwhelming, and I bit him lightly.
Not to turn him, but to mark him with my scent by adding some of my DNA to his blood, to let all other wolves know who he belongs to.
Even though, if I'm being totally honest, I belong to him just as much as, and maybe even more than, he belongs to me.
With my wolf appeased, I quickly fell asleep, enveloped in our mingled scents.
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This morning, I woke to the sound of Sheriff Stilinski moving around the house. I tapped Stiles on the arm. "Stiles," I whispered, "Wake up."
He groaned.
"Stiles, you need to get off of my arm." I whispered. "No, stay." he commanded, and my wolf was happy to follow orders. But I wasn't.
"Stiles, your dad is going to come in here and check that you're awake. You really want him to find us like this?" I asked. Stiles frowned. "I don't want you to leave."
Something in me- my heart?- tried to float away upon hearing that, but I didn't let it.
"I'll be right outside your window." I promised him, and crawled out of bed and out the window.
I could hear the Sheriff poke his head into Stiles' room. "Son, you need to get up." Stiles groaned again and rolled over- I could hear the bed creak and the sheets slide- to reassure his dad that he was awake, and the door closed.
I waited a few seconds to hear the Sheriff's departing footsteps, and then climbed back into Stiles' room. "Get back over here, sourwolf. It's too cold."
Stiles patted the bed, looking at me with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. How could I say no? Especially when I wanted to cuddle with him some more (not that I'd ever admit it.)
I laid down next to him and looked into his eyes for a few moments. "You know, you do actually have to get up. You don't want to be late. Remember who you have for first period?" I reminded him, thinking of his overly strict teacher. I didn't like that one much when I had him.
"Ugh. Crap." Stiles moaned, and I sat up. "And I need to shower and change into clean clothes." I said, and I went to the window.
"Don't go." Stiles sat up and stumbled to his feet. I smiled. "Tell you what, I'll be back in twenty minutes. If you're not all ready to go by then, then you will be punished." A plan started to formulate in my head, and I grinned wickedly.
Stiles waggles his eyebrows, and licked his lips teasingly. "Didn't know you were into that. I'm down with punishment... Bondage..." Stiles kept a straight face, looking at me flirtatiously.
I'd be lying if I said that Derek, Jr. wasn't at all affected by that. No matter. I wasn't going to let him win.
"Nope." I said seriously, "Be ready by the time I get back, or no kisses for the rest of the day." Stiles blanched. "The horror!" he exclaimed.
I smirked, and started to climb out the window. "Wait!" Stiles said, staggering over to me. "Whoa, head rush!" he muttered to himself.
Then, he stood on tiptoe to kiss me lightly on the lips. "Just in case." he explained, smiling.
I rolled my eyes, and climbed out his window, smiling to myself.
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After showering, I looked through my clothes. What to wear? I wanted to wear something that Stiles liked on me.
I pulled on a ten henley and grey cargo pants, and ran back to Stiles' house.
As I climbed the tree outside Stiles' house to get to his bedroom window, I heard him huff softly. As I crawled through the window, he backed away from the mirror.
"This the first time in a very long time that I look AND feel well rested." he sounded so surprised. I smiled. "Well, get used to it. Now I know how to get you to fall asleep."
Stiles smiled shyly at me and my heart swelled. Then, he beckoned for me to follow him out of his room. "My dad just left."
Hesitantly, I followed him to the kitchen. Stiles grabbed a pop tart. "Want one? They're strawberry." He waved it temptingly in front of me.
I laughed. "No thanks." He stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, and looked at me with chipmunk cheeks.
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and snapped a photo. What? I couldn't resist.
Stiles tried to grab my phone, but he couldn't exactly get past my werewolf strength.
"Sorry, Stiles. I'm keeping that photo. I'll probably frame it and hang it somewhere in my loft." I laughed, and Stiles snapped a photo of me.
I looked at him in confusion. "What did you take a picture for?" "Now I have proof that the Big, Bad Sourwolf can actually laugh and smile." Stiles tucked his phone in his back pocket.
I wasn't about to let him have leverage. Oh no.
I leaned in and kissed him, while sliding my hand into his pocket and taking his phone. Quickly, I deleted the photo and handed it back to him.
"That's cold, kissing a guy to take his phone. And how'd you get past the pass code?" Stiles sputtered. "You need something harder than your birthday as your pass code." I advised.
Stiles feigned a pout. "You hurt my feelings, Der Bear. Kissing me to steal my phone? You'll have to make it up to me." I raised an eyebrow, smelling a scheme. "Oh yeah? How do I make it up to you?" I asked.
I could hear Stiles' heartbeat pick up speed, and he wet his lips. "By kissing me for real." he suggested, and I smirked.
"You asked for it." I said, and leaned in to kiss him again, this time really getting into it. I bit his bottom lip, and he responded by parting his lips. My tongue ravaged his mouth thoroughly, and then I pulled away.
Stiles looked at me with dilated pupils. "Wow." was all he could say, and I smirked. "Did I make it up to you sufficiently?" I asked innocently. Stiles nodded and replied, "Although you can feel free to do that again, anytime."
"I'll hold you to it." I teasingly licked my lips, and then I walked to the front door. "Where are you going?" Stiles called after me.
"YOU are going to school." I remind him, and he follows me to his jeep. "But do you mind if I tag along? I need to ask Scott something, and he never checks his phone before school." I asked Stiles.
~I REALLY don't want to have to tell Stiles about what Lydia told me via phone call about Scott and Kira, but it looks like I'll have to soon.~
"Oh yeah, he's really bad about that," Stiles said, "And you are always welcome to sit shotgun, Sourwolf."
I got into his jeep, and he drove to the school.
Unfortunately, Scott was nowhere on the campus- I can make out the scent of one of my own even from a few miles away- and so I couldn't scare some sense into him.
Stiles looked at me, leaning up against the jeep. "Maybe he's sick, or something." he suggested, and I shrugged.
"See you after school." I kiss him again, pulling him flush against me for a few precious seconds and then letting him go to class as the warning bell rang.
And now I'm sitting in the jeep, waiting to see if Scott is going to show his face. Coward. He probably is too ashamed to show his face after what he's been doing to Kira. He should be. She deserves someone who will treat her with respect.