Can't-Sink-This-Ship's One Shots

Derek, I'm Sorry

Sterek
Mild Mature Content (Off-Screen)
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"Derek? Derek, come on, please? I didn't mean what I said. The words just came out of my mouth at top speed, as usual. Derek, please don't do this."
Stiles had never regretted anything as much as he regretted saying what he had. He had been angry, but still, he regretted his words as soon as they were spoken.
Now, here he was, in the forest in the middle of the night, trying to get his werewolf to come back home.
He heard a twig snap behind him, and some snuffling noises. He slowly turned around. "Hello, Sourwolf."
The red-eyed, black wolf whimpered. "I know, you hate that nickname. And I'm so sorry for what I said!" Stiles starting to tear up.
Derek whimpered again, and pounced on Stiles. For a moment, Stiles thought that Derek had lost control and would kill him. Then, he felt Derek's rough, wet tongue licking him all over his face.
Stiles laughed in surprise. "Whoa, careful! Don't want to crush me." Derek whimpered again and laid down on the forest floor, pulling Stiles down with him.
Stiles sat, leaning against Derek, and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I get it if you want to spend more time with your pack." At that, Derek twisted his head around and looked Stiles in the eyes. He looked calmer now.
Hesitantly, Stiles reached up and started to scratch Derek's neck. Derek looked up, giving him more access. "Looks like I found your sweet spot, Sourwolf. Guess you're not ALL sour, then." Stiles teased, pulling his hand back.
Derek snuffled in his face, and licked him again. Stiles curled up next to Derek, and Derek put a paw on top of him, as if saying to the trees, "This is mine." Stiles chuckled. "I love you, Derek."
Derek started to whimper, and then Stiles heard, "Stiles."
Derek was human and distinctly less furry, and very naked.
"I love you too." Derek whispered into Stiles' ear.
And the next morning, Stiles might have been covered in dirt and might have had to shower (with some help,) and he might have even walked with a slight limp.
And he might have blushed the next time someone asked him if he had torn up his "v card" yet.
But he didn't admit it.