Ronnie

And me to you

Erica tisked, seeing Derek & Stiles asleep on the couch. At least they were clothed. "They ditched you for a nap." Ronnie hurumphed, crossing her arms. "We should wake them up meanly." Erica smirked. "You're my kind of girl. What do you have in mind?" Ronnie smiled. "This." She went running towards the sleeping couple, screaming. They woke up in a flurry, but it was too late, Ronnie was jumping on top them. Erica laughed as the boys groaned. "Veronica Claudia Stilinski!" Ronnie laughed, jumping a few times on top of them. Derek reached out, grabbing her. She screamed, trying to get away from the tickle attack. "Aunt Erica! Help!" Erica smiled, moving forward & taking Ronnie away from Derek. Derek tried to grab her back, but he was stuck under Stiles, so he didn't get very far. Erica laughed, high-fiving Ronnie. "Nice one, squirt." Stiles & Derek got up, glaring at the two intruders. "I will remember this the next time you fall asleep near me." Ronnie didn't seem very scared. "Ya ya, whatever." Stiles sighed, rubbing his eyes. He turned to Derek , giving him a small smile. "I should get her home." Derek nodded, giving him a quick kiss. "You still owe me one more movie though." Stiles smiled. "I can come back tomorrow." "Or I can take Ronnie home & you two can finish your date." Stiles shook his head. "You don't have to do that, Erica. You've already done enough to help." "I insist, plus I get to spend more time with my main girl this way." Stiles sighed. "Well if your sure & if Derek doesn't mind if I stay?" Derek gave him a 'really?' face. Stiles smirked, smacking his arm. "Alright. Come give me a hug, Ron." Ronnie moved forward, Stiles picking her up. "I love you, pip." "I love you too, squeak." Stiles put her down & she went over to Derek, who picked her up too. "Thanks for spending the day with me, make sure to tell your mommy I'm always an option." "Okay, bye uncle Derek." "Bye munchkin." He put her down & Erica took her hand, both of them leaving. Stiles pulled his phone out, telling Lydia that Erica was bringing Ronnie home. He smiled when he felt Derek against his back, kissing his neck. "What do you want for dinner?" "We could just order in?" Derek nodded. "I'll call, you put the next movie in." Stiles nodded, walking over to the TV set. Derek was back before the beginning credits were even over, laying down so he was hovering over Stiles. Putting his arms on either side of Stiles' head. Stiles smiled at him, running his fingers through the front of Derek's hair. He let his hand slowly move down, his fingers trailing all the way down to the point of Derek's chin. Derek smiled, kissing Stiles' hand. Stiles smiled too, bringing Derek's face down to his. Derek kissed Stiles' neck, then his jaw, chin, cheek, until finally pressing their lips together. Stiles hummed, bringing both his hands to the back of Derek's head, lightly pulling at his hair. Derek moaned, caressing Stiles' cheek as they kissed. They barely pulled apart, their lips still brushing together as they breathed. "I think.. I'm falling in love with you." Derek smiled. "And me to you." Stiles smiled too. He put his hands on Derek's hips, pulling them down to his. He brought their lips together again, hooking his leg over Derek's thigh. Derek slightly pulled away again, his hand just below Stiles' ass. "We don't have to. You said slow, I can wait." Stiles shook his head, running his finger over Derek's lips. "I don't feel the need to go slow with you. There's just something about you." "Are you sure?" Stiles nodded, moving the leg that was hooked around Derek's leg, using it pull Derek back down. "I'm more sure than I have been in a long time." Derek smiled, kissing Stiles again. He picked Stiles up, moving them to the bedroom. Stiles laughed as Derek bounced them onto the bed. He tugged at Derek's shirt, before reaching for his own. "Off." Derek laughed, pulling his shirt off & then reaching for his gym shorts. Stiles looked down at Derek's chest, running his fingers over the creases of Derek's muscles. "You're seriously unfair." Derek shook is head, leaning in to pepper kisses over Stiles' chest. Stiles had muscle, they weren't obvious like Derek's, but he did have some nice abs going on. He kissed Stiles' right peck. "You're gorgeous," Then the left. "Beautiful," He moved to Stiles' stomach, placing a kiss there too. "Breath taking." Stiles laughed, grabbing Derek's head & pulling him back up. "Enough flattery, I already said yes to this." Derek smirked. "Not flattery, truth." Stiles smiled, letting his hands travel down until his fingers were hooked around the elastic of Derek's boxers. He slowly dragged them down, his hands moving so they were cupping Derek's ass. Derek smiled shyly, dipping down to kiss Stiles. He could feel Derek's hands slip into his boxers, moving down, grabbing him by the thighs. He pulled Stiles closer, pressing their hips together. Stiles' breath hitched & he moved in for more friction. Derek smirked, doing it again. Stiles felt like he should've been embarrassed by the noise that escaped his lips, but he wasn't. He felt completely safe with Derek. Derek pulled Stiles' briefs off completely, just looking at his boyfriend for a moment. Stiles was absolutely stunning, it took Derek's breath away. He was about to reach for Stiles, when the door bell went off. Derek groaned, letting his head fall onto Stiles' shoulder. "Pizza." Stiles sighed, pushing at Derek's shoulders. "Go, but hurry. Or I might start without you." Derek groaned again, but this time for a different reason. He got up, slipping his gym shorts on & grabbing his wallet. He opened the door, not even pretending to be polite. "How much?" "Five fifty." Derek basically threw the money at the guy, took the box & slammed the door. He threw the box onto the bedside table & slipped his shorts back off as he crawled back onto the bed. Stiles was laid out in front of him, completely erect, looking at Derek with those amazing eyes. He smiled at Derek, like he knew the effect he was having on the man. Derek growled, plastering himself to Stiles. Stiles laughed, wrapping his legs around Derek's waist. Derek smiled, nipping at Stiles' ear, before whispering. "Turn over." A shiver went down Stiles' spine, but he did. Derek kissed Stiles' shoulder blades, letting his hands slip down until they got to Stiles' hips. He placed another kiss between Stiles' shoulder blades, before reaching over to the bedside table, opening the drawer & grabbing the lube & condoms. "You tell me stop if I hurt you." Stiles shook his head, lifting his hips off the bed a little. "Now Derek." Derek smirked, doing as told.

Derek woke up feeling warm. It took him a second to realize Stiles was in his arms. He smiled, looking at Stiles' peaceful face. The sun was just barely coming through the blinds, the light landing across Stiles' chest & face. Derek just watched him sleep for a few minutes, the creep factor going right out the window. Stiles' eyes fluttered a little, him groaning as he stretched & pressed closer to Derek. Derek smiled, kissing his forehead. "Hey." Stiles smiled at him. "Hey." They looked into each other's eyes for a minute, before Stiles moved & caught Derek's lips with his. "Last night was amazing." Derek chuckled. "Ya." Stiles ran his fingers through Derek's hair. "We should probably shower." Derek nodded. "Probably." Neither of them moved, making Stiles laugh. "I mean it, we smell like sex." Derek smirked. "It's not necessarily a bad smell." Stiles rolled his eyes, moving away from Derek. He walked over to the bathroom, the sheet falling from his hips halfway. He turned & smirked at Derek, who was currently looking at Stiles' assets. "I could just shower alone I suppose, warm the water all by my lonesome." He turned & went to close the door, but Derek was up & putting his hand out before he could. He closed the door behind them, pulling Stiles into his arms. Stiles smiled. "Took you long enough." Derek rolled his eyes, picking Stiles up & setting him in the shower. He turned the water on, making sure it was hot enough. Stiles plastered himself to Derek's back, kissing where his tattoo was. Derek smiled, entwining their fingers. He turned in Stiles' arms & kissed him. Stiles grabbed the soap, slowly rubbing Derek's shoulders & chest, thighs & hips. Derek moaned, pulling Stiles closer. There was a knock on the front door, making Derek open his eyes. Again, another knock. He sighed. "You finish up, I'll get it." Stiles sighed, but let him go with one more kiss. Derek wrapped a towel around his waist, going to answer the door. His uncle walked past him, coming in without permission. "Peter, what are you doing here?" Peter sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "You missed the draft meeting this morning, Derek." Derek sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Shit, I forgot about that." Peter unbuttoned his suit jacket, not wanting it to wrinkle as he sat. "I could tell by your absence. We managed though, found the edit on your desk." "It didn't drop did it?" "No, fortunately for you." Derek rolled his eyes. He owned forty percent of the company, so his uncle making vague threats meant nothing to him. "You could've just called." "Wanted to see if you were alright, nephew. You normally don't miss meetings unless there's a dire matter." The bathroom door opened, making Derek cringe. Stiles walked out, wearing a pair of Derek's sweats, that he kept under the counter. Stiles was rubbing a towel over his head, but froze when he saw Peter on the couch. "Uh.." Peter smiled, standing up. "You must be the dire matter." Stiles held the towel so it was almost covering his chest, looking at Derek. Derek sighed. "Peter, this is Stiles. Stiles, this is my uncle Peter." Stiles seemed to un-tense a little, but still looked uncomfortable. Peter put his hand out to shake Stiles' hand, either not sensing Stiles' uncomfortable-ness or just blatantly not caring. Derek was guessing the latter. Stiles shook his hand anyways, giving him a polite smile. "It's nice to meet you." "As to you. I'm sorry nephew, didn't mean to interrupt your stand." Stiles squinted, looking at Derek. "No, Stiles isn't-" "No, you don't have to explain. He's a lot better looking than last month's flavor." Derek could see tears forming in Stiles' eyes. He went to move to Stiles' side, but Stiles moved too. He grabbed his shoes & the first shirt he saw, which was actually Derek's, & walked to the door. "It was great to meet you Peter, but I've got to get going." Before Derek could say anything, Stiles was gone, the door slamming. He couldn't exactly go running after him, he was still in just a towel & his neighbors wouldn't exactly want that. Derek turned & glared at his uncle. "What? Did I say something wrong?" "Yes, you did. Stiles is not just some guy I picked up last night, he's my boyfriend." Peter's mouth formed an o. "Well my mistake." Derek rolled his eyes, going to his room for his phone. He called Stiles, but it went straight to voicemail. Derek groaned, rubbing his eyes