"I'd much rather be planning our first Valentine's Day," Scott laughs nervously. "If I promise to make it super romantic, will you let me slip out the back and escape into the Preserve?" Derek leans over his shoulder, his smile teasing. "What if I wanted to be the one to give the big romantic surprise?" "I could be convinced if you let me run out of this meeting?" "Mm. Nice try." Derek leans in again, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. Scott's insides promptly go, well, gooey. "You'll do great. I promise." In which a last minute inter-Pack meeting goes, predictably, horribly wrong and forces Scott to consider the werewolf dos and don'ts of relationship traditions. | Complete | 10,021 words | Romance | Future fic | This story includes Pack dynamics, werewolf traditions, misunderstandings, one cliche visiting Pack asshole, werewolf proposals, fluff, talks about the consent issues of werewolf romance tropes (mating/claiming bites), and blowjobs. This story is NSFW.