Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Come Here (have your vanilla ways with me)

By: LacrimaDacronis on a03

The first time Stiles set foot in Derek’s coffee shop, he was utterly disappointed after only a few seconds. Not because of the shop and not because of Derek, but due to the non-existence of his beloved Pumpkin Spice Latte on the menu.

The guy behind the counter had his back to him and didn’t even turn around at Stiles’ reproachful inquiry about the clearly lacking choice of coffee. He merely pointed to a sign hanging over the counter.

“NO FANCY SHIT HERE, SORRY”

“I wouldn’t exactly call a Pumpkin Spice Latte fancy, you know.” Stiles said. Obviously having finished whatever he did, fumbling with the coffee machines out of boredom probably, the guy eventually turned around.

Stiles could feel his mouth opening, jaw dropping slowly but inexorably to the floor. The guy – Derek, his name tag said – was gorgeous. Slicked back, jet black hair, stubble so artfully kempt that Stiles couldn’t decide if he wanted to rake his fingers through it to hear the scratching sound or just completely give in to any and all weird urges he had and simply lick all over it. He would start at Derek’s collarbone, following the swirls and lines of a tattoo that was peeking out underneath his shirt, dragging his tongue up the long and tantalizing neck and—

Derek was staring at him weirdly and for a panicked moment Stiles was afraid if he had actually voiced his fantasy out loud. Unfortunately it wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

“Sorry, I zone out sometimes,” he scrambled for words, “Bad habit. What did you say?”

He nervously took off his glasses, quickly cleaned them – or tried to – on the hem of his plaid shirt, but to be honest, Derek looked enough of a rockabilly bad boy that Stiles would probably be on his merry way out of this coffee shop by now had he indeed uttered any of his previous thoughts out loud.

“Vanilla.” Derek stated.

“What?” Stiles was confused, which Derek luckily didn’t comment on and instead just rolled his eyes behind black-rimmed glasses and sighed long-sufferingly.

“I asked, if you’d like a pump of vanilla syrup in your coffee? It’s about as fancy as it’ll get here.”

“Oh, that was a question. Your punctuation could use some work, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.” Derek had raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Stiles, but there was a tiny little smile playing around his lips, as if he couldn’t quite convince his face to keep his usual expression of stoniness. Stiles decided that he liked it. He wanted to see if he could bring a real smile to Derek’s handsome face.

“Also nah, Café Latte would be fine. I probably shouldn’t gorge on sugar on top of caffeine anyway. Thanks though.”

“Alright, good choice.” The dry pan tone of Derek’s voice made Stiles smirk as well and he leaned a little closer over the counter.

“You can go sit down if you like, I’ll bring it over in a second. Or did you want this to go?”

“Nah, you’ve got Wi-Fi, right?” Derek nodded.

“Then I’ll be right over there.”

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After their first encounter it became somewhat of a routine, Stiles hanging out in Derek’s coffee shop studying for his classes when it was empty and therefore quiet enough, otherwise just sticking around and appreciating the view as well as Derek’s taste of music. There was almost always some indie folk band playing in the background and Stiles had come to prefer the cozy little shop with its wide front windows and plush sofas to lounge around on to Starbucks on any given day.