How You See Me...

That Time Stiles was in my Bed

Author's note: Do not get to excited lol. This is a slow build. Thanks for reading!

Derek POV

I made up the couch for Stiles. I let him borrow pajama pants and a shirt, he settled in. He smelled tired. Wolf sense, it's weird you can smell emotions and moods.

"Thanks, Der." He says yawning.

Damn it.... why does he have to be cute?

I head towards my room and close the door. I know generally I would be worried if a stranger was staying in my house, but I know the Stilinski's. Well, maybe Peter better than me but it made sense when I realized that Peter was trying to hook me and Stiles up. I did research and remember Noah and Claudia coming to the house for game nights.

I am lying in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of how having everyone here felt like a lifetime ago. It's hard to really remember what I was like without this hole in my chest.

The bed was uncomfortable tonight. I tossed and turned.

Of course, of all the nights I have insomnia.

I contemplate going for a run usually what I do when I have nights like these, but I would have to go through the living room to get to the door. I am not sure how hard of a sleeper Stiles is so I would rather not risk it.

So here I am staring at the ceiling.

I hear a faint knock at the door.

"Hello." I say.

Stiles walks in clutching the blanket I had given him.

"Der, it's cold out there can I sleep in here." He says.

I look at him trying to decide if this was a good idea and why when Stiles is sleepy, he can't complete my name. After a bit of contemplation, I decided that A: it was a bad idea and B: I couldn't be a bad host.

So, I lift the blanket and gesture Stiles to lay down.

He smiles at me and hops in.

"Damn Derek!!" He yells.

I'm eyeing him confused.

"It's like a sauna up in here." He laughs.

I'm laughing too. He is such an idiot.

Stiles POV

I'm waking up as I fall off the couch for the third time. With as big as Derek's couch is, I still keep falling off it. Without Derek in the room I feel like the temperature has dropped like ten degrees, I'm shivering.

I have no patience, before I know it, I am at Derek's door knocking. He beckons me into the room and in the end even lets me get under the covers in the bed with him. The ice blocks I have as feet are very thankful. As I settle, I notice how tense Derek is.

"Are you uncomfortable?" I ask.

He looks at me with those icy blue eyes, I see pain behind them and as if he senses it, it's gone.

"I am fine Stiles, go to sleep." He says.

I don't want to push my luck so I get comfy and finally fall asleep.

Derek POV

This is weird, this is weird, Stiles is in my bed. What in the hell am I thinking? I am so tense. He leaves me alone though as I notice the light snoring now coming from the blanket monster next to me. He is literally a blanket burrito at this point.

I'm lying there staring at the ceiling, my hands by my side and trying not to move. I can't sleep. My mind is racing and my heart is aching. Stiles is next to me. I want to tell him everything and I don't even know why.

I am a broken mess. I am a werewolf. I am loveless.