I Would Fake Forever With You(Sterek)

Why couldn't he say it?

Stiles woke to the smell of bacon. He rolled over to find the left side of his bed empty. A smile tugged at his mouth as he realized Derek was cooking. He pulled himself from the bed and to his bathroom.

Derek looked over his shoulder at the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"I hope you don't mind," Derek plucked the last of the bacon from the hot pan onto a plate. He turned then, holding the plate out to Stiles.

Stiles took the plate and set it aside before cupping Derek's face in his hands.

"What-" Derek was cut off by Stiles' lips.

Stiles pulled back and snatched a piece of bacon from the plate, "You're amazing," he mumbled around a mouth full.

Derek smiled, "I was nervous and when I get nervous, I cook."

Stiles' smile turned into a frown, "Nervous? About what?"

"I was worried you'd regret last night," Derek averted his gaze. A sure sign of fear of rejection.

Stiles stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Derek's waist, "I could never regret that."

Derek seemed to deflate in Stiles' arms, "Me either."

"Thank you for breakfast," Stiles grabbed a pancake from a plate next to the stove and took a bite. "I could get used to this."

Derek smiled fondly as Stiles shoved another bite into his mouth.

It was at that moment Stiles' phone decided to ring.

"Herro?" Stiles answered not bothering to swallow first.

Derek chuckled shaking his head.

"Hey Lyds," Stiles said grabbing another piece of bacon and tossing Derek a wink.

"Aww come on, seriously? Tell me you didn't," Stiles groaned, the bacon paused in front of his lips.

Derek tossed a worried glance but tried to seem like he wasn't listening.

"Okay, okay, fine. I'll see what I can do," Stiles rolled his eyes as he shoved the entire piece of bacon into his mouth.

"Wove you too," Stiles spoke around a mouthful.

"Everything okay?" Derek asked as he wiped the grease from the stove.

"Yeah, just Lydia being...Lydia," Stiles huffed. "So how would you feel about having dinner tonight?" he asked opening the fridge to grab the orange juice.

"Of course," Derek agreed easily.

"With my friends," Stiles finished peering over the fridge door with regretful eyes.

Derek paused briefly, "I guess it's got to happen sometime."

"You can totally say no, I'll tell Lydia that-"

"No." Derek cut in quickly. "I want to meet them. You've met everyone in my life."

"Are you sure? If it's too sudden..." Stiles closed the fridge, orange juice in hand.

"I think everything about our relationship has been sudden," Derek smirked.

Stiles put the orange juice container to his lips and paused, "I guess you're right."

"I rather like it though, it's like we've been together longer than we have," Derek handed Stiles a paper towel to wipe the orange juice that was dribbling down his chin.

Stiles gave a sheepish smile as he wiped his mouth. "I guess the only missing is saying I love you."

Derek frowned slightly as he rinsed the dishes in the sink, "Don't feel obligated to say it. I want you to say it when you mean it."

Stiles opened his mouth to say that he did love him, but the words wouldn't come out. He looked at Derek carefully. He did love him, so why couldn't he say it?

Sensing the growing tension, Derek cleared his throat. "I have to feed Cathedral," he glanced at the clock, almost eight a.m.

"Sure," Stiles nodded. Derek was looking for an out. He'd upset him.

"Wanna come with? We could head out after. I have to run a couple errands for Erica. she's re-decorating the bar and I'm supposed to pick out sample glasses. I could use the extra opinion," Derek glanced over to Stiles with a hopeful look.

"Sure, let me toss some clothes on," Stiles gestured to the sweatpants and t shirt he was wearing.

Derek was relieved the tension seemed to melt out of the room.

He finished the dishes while Stiles went to change.

Stiles pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a t shirt. Before running his fingers through his hair to try and tame the chestnut strands. He stared at himself in the mirror and for the first time in months, he felt okay. His once tired caramel eyes were bright and alive. There was little trace of worry in them. He was happy for the first time in a long time. He was in love. Then why couldn't he say it?

"I love him," Stiles spoke to his reflection. "I love Derek." The words fell so easily so why had he hesitated earlier?

He stepped out of the bathroom and towards where Derek was waiting for him in the living room.

"Derek," he said with a determined tone.

Derek looked up from where he was flipping through the tv guide.

Stiles once again faltered. He couldn't get the words to form on his tongue despite having just admitted it moments ago to himself.

"Yeah?" Derek asked when Stiles didn't say anything.

"I'm really glad I met you," he said instead, trying not to roll his eyes at how dumb he sounded.

This earned a smile from Derek, "I'm glad I met you too," he stood up then. "Ready?"

Stiles only nodded. Why couldn't he say it?

-

Stiles was content to watch Derek talk to his cat for hours. It was endearing and only made Stiles fall even more for Derek.

"You like the beef flavored, don't you?" Derek asked as he pet Cathedral who was busy scarfing down his food. "I'll have to order beef more often."

Stiles couldn't help but smile. At first glance one might think Derek was a broody asshole, but he was truly a softy and it warmed Stiles' heart. Without thinking about what he was doing he walked over as Derek stood up.

Stiles pulled him into a deep kiss which Derek returned easily. This was right where Stiles wanted to be.

*AN*
Bit of a filler chapter for ya. Sorry it's been a few days, I dislocated my shoulder and due to a disease I have it caused some other issues which prevented me from writing. Anyway, enjoy!