Ronnie

When a door closes, a window opens

Stiles wiped at his eyes, changing out of Derek's clothes. God, he didn't know how he could be so stupid. He let his feelings get the best of him & he once again gave himself to some guy who couldn't care less about him. He put his phone, which he turned off after the first time Derek called, on his dresser. He wiped at his eyes again, curling up in his bed.

Derek got out of his car, walking to Stiles' front door. He knocked, but nothing happened. He knocked again, still nothing. He sighed looking around. Stiles' apartment was on the first floor, so the windows were easily accessible. The one he was pretty sure led to the living room, looked like the easiest to get through. He tried to open it, but it was locked. The only other window on this side of the building, was the one that Derek knew was to the kitchen. It didn't look like he could fit through it, but he needed to get in. He took a deep breath, praying to every deity that it would be unlocked. The powers that be must be pitying him, because it was unlocked. He pushed it all the way open, assessing the gap. He sighed, going for it anyways. He was halfway through when his hips got stuck. He groaned, trying to push himself back out the window. He cursed the skies for giving him false hope, he was completely stuck. "Stiles." Nothing. "Stiles!" There was a thump & then the sound of a door opening. Stiles came around the corner, holding up a baseball bat defensively. He sighed, dropping the bat when he saw Derek. "What the hell are you doing?!" "Attempting to break into your house." Stiles leveled him with a glare. "Okay, I was trying to get in so I could explain. You didn't open the door." Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose. "Go home Derek." "I can't." "I don't want to hear anything you have to say, just go." "No, I really can't. I'm stuck." Stiles looked at him for a second, before laughing. "Carma's a bitch, huh?" Derek rolled his eyes. "C'mon, just help me out of here." "I don't know, you look kind of nice there. I'm pretty sure the people on the other side think so too. Ooh, maybe I could do that thing Rabbit did when Pooh got stuck in his window." Derek sighed. "You're not just a one night stand for me, Stiles." "Your uncle made it sound that way. What flavor am I Derek, hm?" "It's not like that. I hooked up with one guy, two months ago & my uncle saw him leaving. You're more than that Stiles, I meant what I said last night. I'm falling for you.. I might have already hit rock bottom." Stiles looked at him for a second, before sighing & walking closer to Derek. "Give me your hand." Derek did. Stiles pulled him out, Derek basically falling to the ground. He got up, rubbing his hip. "I'm sorry you got hurt, but what my uncle assumed is not true." Stiles crossed his arms, looking at the ground. "Promise?" "I swear to you it's not." Stiles put his arms down, nodding. "Okay." Derek smiled, moving closer to Stiles. "Can I kiss you now?" "I guess." Derek smirked, pulling Stiles into his arms. He pressed their lips together, caressing Stiles' cheek. Stiles wrapped his arms around Derek's neck, putting their foreheads together. "I'm sorry I over reacted." Derek shook his head. "You didn't over react. You reacted like every human being would in that situation." Stiles kissed Derek again, making him smile. "We're just gonna forget this happened, okay?" Derek nodded. "Already forgotten." Stiles smiled. "I'm still pretty exhausted, care to join me?" Derek smiled, bumping their noses together. "I would love too, but I have to go to the office. I missed a meeting this morning & my jobs being threatened." "Could you really loose your job?" Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I own forty percent of the company. My uncle just likes to make empty threats." "Wait, you own forty percent of the company? Why am I just finding this out?" Derek shrugged. "I don't really use that forty percent all that often, I just edit the manuscript I'm given." Stiles nodded. "Okay Mr big boss, you should get going." Derek sighed, nodding. He pulled Stiles closer, kissing him. Stiles smiled, allowing Derek to kiss him for a minute, before pulling away. "Go, before more empty threats are made. But you should use the door this time." Derek chuckled, going to the front door. He stopped before pulling it open, looking back at Stiles, who was leaning against the counter looking at him. "We good?" Stiles smiled at him. "We're perfect." Derek smiled, leaving.

Derek sighed, letting his head fall onto his desk. Erica walked into his office, putting a cup of coffee on his desk. He sat up, taking a sip from it. She smiled at him. "Someone missed the meeting this morning. Would lover boy have anything to do with that?" Derek blushed, taking another sip of coffee. "Ha, I knew it. You guys had sex. Tell me, was he any good?" Derek groaned. "Erica, please." She sighed. "Fine, don't tell me. Leave me wondering, which will only make me have to use my imagination." "Erica, you & your fiance are expecting a child." She smirked. "I can look, just can't touch." Derek sighed, but he was smiling. "How was your time with Ronnie?" Erica smiled. "I love her, she's like a little red headed version of me. I mean I know it's not going to be exactly the same, but I feel like it's good practice for the future. Derek, she calls me Aunt Erica, how amazing is that? She told me she's never had an aunt before, only uncles, but she said she's glad I'm her only aunt. How sweet is she?" Derek smiled. "She's very sweet." "And since when are you uncle Derek?" He smiled again. "The same day, she woke me up by screaming uncle Derek. I nearly dropped her." She chuckled. "Sweet & mischievous, love her. Right, well I got papers & shit to do. Love you." "You too." She left his office, going back to her desk outside his door.

Stiles looked around his kitchen, not knowing what to do with himself. He didn't have to go into the restaurant today, Greenberg was manning the kitchen & Lydia was working in his office today. What he wanted to do was curl up in Derek's arms & continue last night's activities, but that wasn't possible at the moment. He looked at the clock on the stove. He had about three hours until Derek got off work. Stiles thought for a second, before pulling out his phone & texting Derek. It read: Come by my place when you get off. It was not even a minute later when he got a reply: okay :). Stiles smiled, getting to work.