How You See Me...

Blanket Burrito and Sex Monster

A/N Sex warning!! It's not to graphic but it's in there. Naughty bits ahead!

Derek POV

I wake up. The sun is shining through my window. I turn to my side expecting Stiles, but the bed is empty.

My pulse picks up. I quickly get up and check the living room.

There's a blanket burrito on my couch.

I calm down.

I walk closer to the couch and notice Stiles has is laptop in his lap and he's working.

"Babe, you good?" I ask.

Stiles jumps.

"Damn, your wolf sneakiness!" He exclaims.

"Haha. I am sorry. Does the blanket burrito monster want breakfast?" I ask.

Stiles smiles, nods and goes back to typing.

First, I make coffee or else Derek is a grumpy Derek.

I am sipping my coffee trying to decide what to make for breakfast. I don't think I've ever cooked for Stiles.

I am not the best at it, but I did have a specialty. I use to make pancakes every Sunday for the family. That's a rare memory. My wolf whines.

I miss them terribly; they would have loved Stiles. I steal a few more moments of memories then I get to work.

The trick to my pancakes, vanilla extract, cinnamon and you butter the pan like it's no one's business.

Also, when you are me, you use every dish in the kitchen.

I've already made about a dozen pancakes, when Stiles walks in.

"Is this what happens now that we are boyfriends, you try to impress the pants off me?" Stiles asks chuckling.

He hesitates, but then heads over to me to give me a hug and a kiss.

"If it's working, then yes!" I say excitedly.

Stiles lightly smacks me on the arm.

"You, go sit down I'll be out in a minute." I say.

"So bossy, sour wolf. I like!" He says smiling.

I continue to point towards the door.

We both laugh as he leaves the kitchen.

Now my siblings loved my pancakes, because they weren't your regular pancakes.

He put three on a plate.

Topped them with whipped cream, chocolate chips, and sliced strawberries.

They use to call it Pancakes A LA Derek.

I grab the plate and a glass of milk and head to the living room.

Stiles is seated waiting.

I set the dishes down on the table.

"Wow, these look great!" He says shoveling a fork full into his mouth.

"Thanks, I use to make these for my family every Sunday. They would have liked you." I say feeling a lump in my throat.

Stiles pats the cushion next to him, gesturing me to sit.

I gladly accept.

"Do you want to talk about them?" He asks.

"Hmmm...maybe one day. It's a hard subject to talk about and I fear if I say it out loud it might hurt." I say.