The sheriff's boy

Chapter 11: Those three meaningful words

They were lying on the couch, Stiles half on top of Derek, gazing into each other's eyes. Stiles smiled, "One universe, eight planets, seven seas and continents, 809 islands, 195 countries, and I was lucky enough to bump into you." Derek chuckled, "How do you know all those things?" Stiles grinned, "I was a very weird kid." "But I loved you", Derek said, "And I love you now", he added. "I love you too."

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Two weeks after they got together, Stiles was looking at evidence on the central worktable when Derek came up from behind him, faintly brushing his thigh, "Hello, beautiful." Stiles' breath stocked, "You really need to stop that." "Stop what?", Derek asked innocently. "Stop saying shit that makes me want to kiss you." Derek grinned, "I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetheart."

"Asshole", Stiles muttered, fiercely trying and failing to concentrate on his files, "What do you need?" Derek chuckled, "Nothing, I just came to ask if we were still alright for tonight?" Stiles almost looked offended, "Of course we are, I'm not passing on a Captain America- marathon with you. Ever."

Derek hastily checked for witnesses before leaning in and giving Stiles a sweet kiss, "Good", he said as they parted. "I'll meet you there after patrol." Stiles nodded, "Okay", he said shyly. Maybe he stared at Derek's butt as he left. What? He said maybe!

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Stiles was waiting in anticipation for Derek to come over. Relaxed at first, but the later it got, the more he worried. A couple of unanswered phone calls later Stiles was slowly descending into a panic attack when there was a soft knock. He rushed to the door and sighed in relief as he opened it to Derek.

"Where have you been? I was worried sick!" Stiles asked before taking in the way Derek looked. His uniform looked dirty and dishevelled and was ripped in some places, he had a cut over his right brow and a swollen cheekbone. "What in hell happened to your face?"

Derek shrugged, "Aggressive suspect. I collected some hits while trying to take him in. Nothing to worry about." "Nothing to- You're kidding, right? Of course I'm worrying! The man I love looks like he got hit by a truck and is brushing it off as a normality." He pushed Derek towards the couch, "Sit down, I'm taking a look at that cut."

Derek knew better than to resist, shrugging of his jacket and plopping down. Stiles came in seconds later with disinfectant and cotton pads. He started dabbing at Derek's brow carefully, "Goddammit Derek, what on earth were you thinking?" "Doing my job?", Derek retorted, somewhat sarcastic.

"For god's sake Derek, this ain't no joke! I could've lost you!" Derek rolled his eyes, "Aren't you being a little dramatic right now? It's just a cut." Stiles looked more exasperated by the minute, "I don't care! That guy could've done much worse. Derek took his shoulders, "But that didn"t happen, did it?"

Stiles' face hardened and he shrugged out of Derek's touch, "You really don't get it, do you? If something should happen to you... You know what I'll have left? Nothing! Zilch! Nada! Zippetiedooda!" Derek reached out again, but Stiles dodged. "Do you know what 'I love you' means, Derek?", he shouted, "Those three words make me entitled to get worried the moment you are ten minutes later than you said you'd be."

He inched closer, coming right up in Derek's personal space, "Those three fucking words make me entitled to be angry with you when you bring yourself in danger." Their noses where nearly touching now, "Those three words give me every right to be scared of losing you."

Derek hadn't realized until that moment how deep Stiles' affection for him truly went. Hadn't realized that he was just as far gone as Derek himself. And having him this close, screaming in anger and despair over a stupid cut... Derek leaned down and pulled him into a heated kiss. It made something click in Derek's head. This wasn't going away. What they had? What they had was for forever. 

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"Goodmorning, Vietnam!"

That's it. That's the note. I can go now.

Bye.

Just kidding! Thank you guys so much for reading and I hope you liked this chapter better than I do (it's trash).

Warm hugs. You know...like the ones Olaf loves.

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