Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Black Coffee Smile

By: Siriuslymoon

Derek sighed once more as he let himself be dragged into the little coffee shop, he found himself realising that he could never say no to Laura, infact he could never say no to any of his family; the love and commmitment was built in too deep. That dedication to keeping his family happy was how he ended up being dragged out of bed at one in the morning and walked around town like some kind of dog until laura found what she claimed to be 'the perfect spot to get your writer juices flowing'. It's not that Derek couldn't work from home-he often did- it's just sometimes a different location helped him write, he felt free from deadlines and expectation; he could be just another hipster on a laptop. But since Laura and his editor Lydia Martin had become best friends at last years charity ball, Derek was forced into working far too much, but you try saying no to Laura Hale and Lydia Martin. He knew they knew things, he knew no one would ever find his body, and that the girls would flee to spain and spend their days drinking cocktails and laughing about poor old dead Derek Hale. "You'll love it baby bro i promise" she spoke as she pushed the door open, Derek startled at the sound of a small bell ringing upon their entrance. He sucked in a breath and looked around, he hated to admit it but the place actually was perfect. It smelt of warm spices like cinamon and nutmeg, and had dark oak tables complete with buffs and odly shaped coffee stains, its decor followed a very autumnal theme- booths with plush red leather and cahirs with orange cushion, there were bookcases filled with varying states of books, the counter was lined with fairy lights and proudly displayed the different shades of coffee beans as though they were part of the decor. Of course he could never tell Laura she was right because he would never ever hear the end of it, so instead he settled for a small smile and a gentle shrug of his shoulders.

They made their way to the counter, derek's eyes wandering around the shop like a kid in a candy store until a very unsubtle cough grabbed his attention. He looked up to see a blonde girl, probably in her twenties- only a few years younger than derek yet the way she held herself gave off an impression of authority that even he, older and kinda famous Derek Hale, didnt have and for that he liked her immediatley. "hi my names Erica, how can i help you?" she asked with a little too much enthusiasm for one am. Derek was about to order when he felt Laura nudge him, "what's that?" she asked pointing to a scribble of handwriting in yellow chalk on thier menu board. Erica grinned and there was something about how she beared her teeth, whic made the usually friendly gesture very intimidating. "it's this new thing we do where we try to guess your order, based only off your appearence. It's incredibly superficial and a complete waste of time." Derek nodded, it sounded like an incredibly stupid idea that only drunk idiots would agree to- "great! Two guesses then please"

It's official. Derek hates his sister.

"I hate you" He felt the need to tell her for the fifth time after they sat themselves down at one of the tables. Derek was alternating between glaring at his incredibly mocking coffee cup, and his incredibly smug sister. "That's right enjoy your drink... I hope you burn your tongue!" he returned to pouting at his coffe cup, igoring the way Laura was grinning into her latte. "Baby bro you have the face for black coffee, deal with it" she shrugged, not noticing how Derek's shoulders slumped or his smile fell. He clenched his jaw and squared his shoulders "boring. I get it"

"Actually" a soft voice came floating over to Derek "You've got a face like black coffee because it's harsh yet beautiful, all scolding features and dark edges... but breath taking in it's own way. It's kind of like a forest, earhty and pure, like fresh dirt hidden among the roots of trees and messes of green leaves- and oh my god I'm talking out loud sorry man i have absoloutley no mind to mouth filter, it's a good old Stilinski motto at this point that 'if you think it... you say it'. Of course that may just be directed at me....But anyway, I'm sorry! i just love black coffee and you've got like a black coffee smile and you're hot and oh god i wish i had a hot drink so i could just burn my tongue right now, I'll have to settle for brain freeze which isn't half as dramtic as I'd like." Derek fought the flush on his cheeks and simply stared at the stranger. He was beautiful to say the least, his features were gentle where Derek's were harsh- even along his defined jaw and hollowed cheeks and tuffs of wild brown hair he seemed to have this softness about him. His skin was creamy and dotted with moles that Derek wanted to trace, simply to be able to map out this man's body- to see exactly how far they go. His nose was upturned and Derek nearly choked he had never seen anything more adorable in his life. But the most stunning of the man's features, had to be his eyes. God his eyes. They were soft and bright, like streams of sunlight through a whiskey bottle, with undertones strikingly similar to the caramel atop of his drink.