How You See Me...

Roscoe

Derek POV

Stiles and I have been dating for 8 months now, he is finally getting a break from school. He has summer break and has completed his first year of school. I am so proud of him. Now you know my ass has to surprise him.

D: Is it ready?

I: Almost. It should be ready tonight.

D: Issy, it better be ready in time.

I: Have I ever let you down?

I smile at that message.

D: Of course not. I'll see you tonight.

I hear the door open. Stiles walks in, shirt off thrown over his shoulder. He is glistening with sweat and of course I am staring.

"Can I help you with something, Hale?" He asks, smirk on his face.

"Come here so I can kiss that smirk off your face." I reply seductively.

He closes the gap in between us. Our lips touch. It's been almost a year and his touch is still like electricity.

He pulls away panting. I look at him shyly.

"I can't help that you are sex on legs." I say.

"Derek Hale did you just use my own line on me?" He says laughing.

We both laugh. He goes to take a shower and I decide to join.

I'm naked standing in front of the glass shower doors, marveling at this amazing human before me. I am a pretty lucky werewolf.

I open the door, Stiles looks at me, surprised but smiling.

I kiss his perfect lips, I touch his flawless skin, and I hear those perfect moans.

He is mine and he always will be. My eyes are red.

Stiles POV

I was on summer break now, but I still needed to keep working. My body was getting leaner, toner and stronger. I had finally gotten my 10-mile run under two hours; I was elated about it. I did my cool down and then headed inside. Derek was leaning up against the bar in the kitchen wearing only pajama pants. It was hard to believe how muscular he was, considering he liked to be lazy and eat chips all the time. I guess he deserved it though, he was always running himself ragged in those wolf workouts. Hell, even Jackson is starting to back off on combat training because he's scared of Derek. I can tell he is becoming more confident; he just isn't where he needs to be yet. He's staring at me with those hazel green eyes and I'm melting but I need to play it confident. We end up laughing and I head to the shower.

I turn the shower on hoping the hot water would sooth my aching muscles. I run my head under the water, when I open my eyes Derek is there opening the shower door. He's always surprising me. We are kissing and touching. This never gets old. I don't want to recommend sex with a werewolf, but damn it's freaking amazing. I guess it's not just because he's a werewolf, it's because he loves me, he loves me with a fire, a passion. His love is intense, sometimes you think you are drowning in it. A good drowning, if there is such a thing. I am moaning uncontrollably; he knows just what to do to make me scream out. He loves to hear me spew cuss words. We are moving as one, he's leaving bite marks on my neck. I am so far gone; he's always taking me to the edge. I let go and he cums soon after me. He's growling. I turn to look at him and I notice his eyes are red. I am use to this now. Theres always a danger when we get this heated, but I can ground him. I place my hands on his face.

"Der, come back to me." I say.

He closes his eyes and then opens them his hazel green eyes are back.

"Always." He says kissing me.

Derek POV

After our shower sex, we decide food would be a good thing. Of course, my ass is on the couch because I cannot cook worth a shit, but Stiles loves cooking so why should I deny him such joy. I do not know where he gets the energy to do all these amazing things that he does but he's always surprising me.

"Hey, babe?" I ask.

"Yeah, hun what's up?" Stiles asks between eating a piece of bacon.

I smile at him.

"Would you mind having the pack come over tonight?" I ask.

"No that sounds good to me. Is everything ok?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, it's just a visit." I say turning away from him so he couldn't see the lie in my face.

Stiles brings me a plate filled with eggs, toast and bacon. He knows I love breakfast food. We enjoy our meal and just hang out until the pack arrives.

We had been lying on the couch and Stiles had fallen asleep on my chest.

"Stiles, babe the pack is here." I say shaking him gently.

He looks at me with sleepy eyes and smiles. He stands up and stretches as someone knocks on the door.

"Why do they even bother knocking?" Stiles asks to no one in particular.

I open the door and Isaac, Boyd, and Erica flood in. Scott follows and Jackson is the last to enter.

We exchange hugs and everyone goes to smoother Stiles on the couch.

They love him, partly because I do, but also just because he is an amazing human.

I head to the kitchen to get a drink, gesturing Isaac to follow me.

"Did you get everything fixed up?" I ask grabbing a glass.

"Yeah." He says handing me a bill and my credit card.

"Do you think he's going to freak out or be excited?" I ask nervously.

Isaac smiles, "Der, you know he loves that stupid Jeep, he's going to be so excited."

We head back to the living room. Stiles is surrounded by wolves; they all are snuggling him.

"Stiles, babe can you come outside with me for a minute?" I ask rubbing my neck.

"Buttttttt....DER IT'S SO WARM AND COMFY HERE why would you want to go outside?" He asks.

"Just come with me, stupid." I say smiling.

Stiles removes himself from the couch.

I take his hand and take him to the garage. I was so thankful for us having a garage otherwise Stiles would have known the Jeep was gone in an instant.

We are standing in front of the garage doors.

Stiles is getting fidgety.

I take his hands.

"So, I wanted to surprise you and I know you really hate when I buy you things because you tell me you have everything you need. So, I decided to fix up something you use almost every day." I say clicking the garage door opener.

There was Roscoe the blue Jeep. They fixed all the dents and damaged exterior, painted it and put in a new interior. It was pretty amazing it looked like we just drove it off the lot of a dealership.

Stiles turns to me and he's crying.

He grabs me into a tight hug.

This was the last thing he had left of his mother and I just want him to have it as long as possible.

I wipe the tears from his cheek.

"Stiles, go check it out." I say.

He runs like a child to the Jeep. He jumps in turning nobs, beeping the horn.

"Hey Der can we go for a ride?" He asks.

You know I can never deny my mate anything.

I jump in and we head out of the driveway. He's beaming and I just can't help but fall more in love with this dork.  

A/N This story will eventually get somewhere, but apparently this is what I am writing right now. lol. I have key points of where I want this to go but other then that I am just pulling shit out of the air so enjoy lol.