--oof! [ He was, honestly, totally expecting to get dropped on his ass, but Derek caught him. Stiles can completely work with that--he crows victoriously and continues trying to wrestle the shirt onto his ridiculous shoulders, squirming away from any blocking hands.
He's got one arm up and the other one coming, and he pulls the shirt down, at least a little, and that's when he gets caught in it too. Stiles makes an indignant noise-- ] Hey! Unhand me, beast!
[ Sighing heavily, he levels Stiles with a look that is extremely why me?, though there's no denying that it's lacking in heat to actually make it sincerely putupon. Once they're both stuck in the shirt, arms raised and hand fisted securely in the fabric to keep him trapped, he turns and kicks the door shut. ]
No. [ Derek smiles mock-charmingly at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. He's in a good mood-- despite Scott not remembering them, and the deaths last month, his sister is back and the pack is at least mostly intact-- and, really, it shows. ]
[ A part of Stiles is wondering if the full moon's out tonight, because Derek really does seem to be in an absurdly good mood--maybe it's the new arrivals, or something. Whatever it is, Stiles really is not going to complain, because Derek being in a good mood is honestly an awesome thing.
He does, however, narrow his eyes at him, staring him down, and wiggles his hands like he's trying to get free. ] It seems we've reached an impasse.
[ That comes out mock seriously, princess bride style, and he squirms from where he's still basically held up on Derek's torso with his own leg strength. This is not going to last long. ]
[ The full moon may, in fact, be out (it is) and it may, in fact, have a sway over his mood (it does). But between the facts no one's died since Valentines day, his sister is back, and he has Stiles? Derek's in a good mood.
Narrowing his eyes in response, even as his expression remains intact, he jostles Stiles a little where his arm is around his waist as he squirms. It makes it easier for him to adjust him, relocating his arm so that he can slip it underneath him. ]
[ Stiles stares at him once he recovers from being jostled, arms flailing in their makeshift prison for a second, before he levels his best flat stare at Derek.
There are like two seconds of silence, like he's trying to decide what his next move is, and he wriggles his fingers to try and see if he could get his hands out of the shirts in order to retaliate and catch him off guard again, but that's apparently not happening--so he has to be spontaneous.
So being spontaneous means he mutters "fuck it", pushes forward and plants a sloppy kiss on his mouth. ]
[ At this point, the sudden kiss isn't as surprising as it could've-- would've-- been. It's been about two and a half months since they started this... Thing, and Derek has had enough time to adjust to the fact that this actually happens on a regular basis. Does he still hesitate sometimes? Absolutely. Somewhere, he's going to screw up and ruin something. He always does.
The full moon sort of helps completely bypass that, though. Right now, it's just them being stupid, and he's going to enjoy the contact.
Which involves him kissing back, and then promptly biting at his bottom lip in reprimand. ]
[ Kissing is awesome. Stiles thought he learned that with Heather, and he did, to a point, but kissing someone you've got a crush on is like twenty times better. Even if Derek's stubble scratches the shit out of his face sometimes, Stiles can deal, because he could probably do this sloppy making out thing all day long. (Or at least until he had to hop off and take a cold shower.)
He makes a little noise at the bite, a little surprised by it, and huffs, taking that exactly as a challenge as he immediately returns the favor...and returns to trying to wiggle out of the shirt. ]
[ It's been a long time since Derek has actually enjoyed kissing, but they're on their way to three months of this and it's. It's been good. And he's hardly bothered by the fact it's all been kissing, because he's got a stack of Issues with a capital I that he needs to work around. Nevermind that Stiles really doesn't need to deal with it.
Blatant amusement curls at the corners of his mouth as he huffs and wiggles, and he tightens his grip in the shirt before moving to nip his chin. ] Quit squirming or I'll drop you.
Then give me back my hands! [ Just to be contrary, Stiles squeezes a little harder so he's not going to fall off, because he's actually five years old and likes getting his way. But Derek's ornery enough that he's apparently not going to go along with that, and Stiles is just as stubborn to meet him at yet another impasse because of it.
He gives another shake of his wrists, still trapped in the green shirt. ] This is really not how this was--supposed to go. [ Even if he tilts his head up to let him nip his chin. ]
Are you going to try and put the shirt on me still? [ Of course Stiles is contrary. Stiles lives to be contrary, and he gives him an exasperated look from where he's a little higher up. The legs around his waist are kind of a new thing, but he just shifts a little where he's standing to head towards the bed with his barnacle. ]
When, exactly, have any of our plans gone accordingly? [ Derek shakes his own hand in the shirt, even as he bumps his nose into his lifted chin after he delivers the nip of teeth. ]
Are you going to succumb to your fate of being part Irish on St. Patrick's day? [ NARROWING HIS EYES. stiles doesn't even care okay he is going to win this ridiculously stupid fight, but he is going to win it with pride just for the sake of winning. and for seeing derek in the shirt.
this is how they work 90% of the time. it's amazing the two of them found this place where they click together, because otherwise they might have killed each other in the process.
rolling his eyes, he lets derek bump into his chin and catches one hand around derek's wrist, long fingers wrapping awkwardly there between fabric and skin as he lets derek move him around. ] My plans go accordingly.
Nope. [ Absolutely narrows his eyes back. If Derek is going to go down, he's going to make this as difficult as he possibly can for Stiles. Because he's not about to let him win without a fight, even over such a stupid thing. At least they can have moments like these, because really they would have killed each other months ago if they couldn't.
Growling low in his throat, far from threatening or ominous, he flexes his fingers where they're fisted in the shirt as he feels Stiles' wrap around his wrist. It's such a ridiculous position to be in, but he doesn't even care. ]
Sure they do. [ He drops down to sit on the edge of the bed the moment his knees knock into it, skeptical look intact. ]
[ Stiles makes a noise in the back of his throat that maybe could have been a growl if he was, you know, a werewolf and not...you know, Stiles, but he just lets Derek drop on the bed, and that's when it occurs to him that he's now sitting in his lap with his legs wrapped around his waist.
....well then.
He could respond to that, he could get embarrassed, but he has an argument to win here. Either way, his ears start turning red, and he tries to make Derek let go, bumping into the wrists over his head as he's basically stuck here. ] My plans are flexible, therefore they're always right, and yours could totally stand to learn something from them.
[ There is something hilarious yet possibly endearing about Stiles' attempts at wolfish, mostly because he simply can't do them. (He'd also say, now, that it's because it doesn't remind him of Stiles' mirror, but, well. He's in for a surprise the next time he encounters it.)
His eyes track the way that a flush starts to form over Stiles' ears, amused look overtaking his skepticism. Maybe he should be insulted at the jab about his plans, but he can't particularly bring himself to care. It's not as if it's something he hasn't told himself before. ]
This plan isn't turning out so great. [ Now that he doesn't have to support the teen's weight, he moves to set his free hand at his waist. ]
Yeah, well, I am not nearly as flexible as my plans. [ Stiles mutters that under his breath, turning his gaze to the ceiling, because he immediately knows that Derek is smug about it. But, that doesn't stop a little grin from spreading on his face, and the teenager wriggles a little more before giving a put upon sigh and leaning backwards, like he's giving up.
Derek's hand is nice and broad and more handsy than usual and he's really not complaining, so with an eyeroll that makes it look like he's doing a service, he leans forward and kisses Derek again, nice and slow. Maybe this'll actually work this time. ]
You could take up yoga. I hear that does wonders for flexibility. [ #sarcastic asshole derek hale
If someone were to observe them right now, they'd probably have quite a few questions about why they're in a relationship. It's mostly based on them giving each other shit, or bickering, or fighting in any variety of ways. But it works for them, and Derek has been enjoying it ever since they actually really got into it.
The eyeroll makes him laugh, just a quick chuff that's... well, maybe it could actually be called happy. There's no denying that he's making fun of Stiles just as much as he's just laughing in general, though he doesn't pull away from the kiss. He returns it, actually, while flexing his fingers both on his waist and in the shirt. ]
[ wow, a+ comeback there, stiles. he makes a mocking face at him because okay, you know what, he could show you exactly how flexible he could be, but stiles is a good person he will save that for his dreams where he gets laid.
at least this is happening, this is progress. (progress he's partially afraid to screw up but for right now, it's not on his mind--arguing tends to distract from that.)
it started out as a distraction tactic, but the kiss starts to get deeper and deeper and where his fingers were tense, they go a little limp, eyes fluttering shut as he opens his mouth into it and finds his own distraction very, very easily. ]
[ His own comeback would either be about as bad or would be counterproductive to what's currently happening, so Derek decides to bite it back and just give him a flat look in response to the mocking one that Stiles makes. But there's no bite to the look, and he just moves on from it.
Especially since yes, this is progress. This is a lot of progress, and he's going to hold onto it instead of being the one to screw it up. (They're stupid, is the bottom line, but they'll figure it out eventually.)
As Stiles' fingers start to go slack, his slowly ease so that he can draw them down and take hold of one of his wrists. Because this isn't exactly the most comfortable position to sit in with your arms raised, even if he's definitely paying a lot more attention to the kiss than he is the feeling in his arms. ]
[ kissing derek is kind of fantastic. how can stiles exactly focus on anything else again? he's already mostly forgotten about his currently trapped arm, even as derek moves them down, in favor of shifting forward a little more. his hands are still stuck between them now, and okay, so maybe the plan to get the shirt on derek might fail, but apparently the shirt off could be an actual possibility here.
he is kind of a little excited; for what they've done so far, all manners of clothing have still been present. and stiles doesn't mind that, it's cool--he knows what derek's been through, and it's a lot more making out than he's ever had before--but oh man that would be sweet.
for now, though, he just kisses him deeper, brow furrowing just a little as his shoulders and back roll out of instinct. ]
[ The fact that he isn't suddenly assaulted now that he's lowered their arms and loosened his grip on the shirt doesn't quite hit Derek right away. It's only when Stiles shifts forward in his lap that he actually realizes, and he slowly eases his hand away from Stiles' hands and from the shirt itself to let the teen decide whether he wants to try to smother him in the tacky green or just forget it. (For now, likely. He knows Stiles better than that.)
Some small part of him, tucked at the back of his mind, is thankful that things haven't been rushed. He's not oblivious, he knows better than to think that the teens of the pack that have dated weren't doing more than making out by the time they reached two months. But for him, he's thankful that it's progressed the way it has.
Which means that he deepens the kiss easily, now, comfortable in it, his hands moving to follow the roll of Stiles' shoulders and back now that they're both free from the confines of the stupid shirt. ]
[ oh, hey, hands free. stiles' fingers fist in the shirt's fabric for a second, like he's mentally deciding, but then derek does this stupid thing with his tongue and he pretty much flails in his effort to get the thing out of his way, making a dumb face as he pushes it aside.
luckily, that frees up his hands and he immediately grabs at derek where he can--one hand finds his hair and the other...
the other pinches his butt. he grins against his mouth, basically gloating. ] 's what you get for not wearing green.
[ Stiles' flailing is, maybe, more than a little hilarious. It cracks a grin across his face while he does it, makes the dumb face, but he just leans into the kiss as he gets a hand in his hair. He tries very hard not to growl in response, but Stiles makes it easy, and instead--
Derek grunts in mock-annoyance, biting at his grin. ] Don't pinch people with Irish blood, it brings bad luck.
[ The fact that Stiles pinches his ass actually doesn't bother him, and instead he just kisses him firmly, smack on the mouth. ] There.
[ As Stiles stares at him, Derek very nearly takes back the purpose of the kiss. (He doesn't do self-conscious, how does Stiles make him do self-conscious.)
But then he pinches him again, and he rolls his head a little with an exasperated sigh attached. ] I should just let you have your bad luck.
[ And of course here he is, sliding his hands up Stiles' back to cradle his face and kiss him again. It's encouraging Stiles to be a cheeky little shit, but honestly he's more than a little ornery himself. So they're about on the same level. ]
[ stiles just bursts into a bigger grin the minute he rolls his eyes, because that couldn't have gone off any better, and he's maybe a little enamored by it, because he's also pretty sure that derek was 100% sincere.
but getting him to admit that would probably be like pulling teeth. that's okay. stiles knows it, anyway.
leaning in, he returns the kiss, pulling his hands away with an obvious motion, eyebrows lifted, universal for "i'm taking my hand off"--talk about different from the first time he did it. ]
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He's got one arm up and the other one coming, and he pulls the shirt down, at least a little, and that's when he gets caught in it too. Stiles makes an indignant noise-- ] Hey! Unhand me, beast!
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No. [ Derek smiles mock-charmingly at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. He's in a good mood-- despite Scott not remembering them, and the deaths last month, his sister is back and the pack is at least mostly intact-- and, really, it shows. ]
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He does, however, narrow his eyes at him, staring him down, and wiggles his hands like he's trying to get free. ] It seems we've reached an impasse.
[ That comes out mock seriously, princess bride style, and he squirms from where he's still basically held up on Derek's torso with his own leg strength. This is not going to last long. ]
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Narrowing his eyes in response, even as his expression remains intact, he jostles Stiles a little where his arm is around his waist as he squirms. It makes it easier for him to adjust him, relocating his arm so that he can slip it underneath him. ]
Apparently so. [ Yes, he caught that reference. ]
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There are like two seconds of silence, like he's trying to decide what his next move is, and he wriggles his fingers to try and see if he could get his hands out of the shirts in order to retaliate and catch him off guard again, but that's apparently not happening--so he has to be spontaneous.
So being spontaneous means he mutters "fuck it", pushes forward and plants a sloppy kiss on his mouth. ]
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The full moon sort of helps completely bypass that, though. Right now, it's just them being stupid, and he's going to enjoy the contact.
Which involves him kissing back, and then promptly biting at his bottom lip in reprimand. ]
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He makes a little noise at the bite, a little surprised by it, and huffs, taking that exactly as a challenge as he immediately returns the favor...and returns to trying to wiggle out of the shirt. ]
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Blatant amusement curls at the corners of his mouth as he huffs and wiggles, and he tightens his grip in the shirt before moving to nip his chin. ] Quit squirming or I'll drop you.
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He gives another shake of his wrists, still trapped in the green shirt. ] This is really not how this was--supposed to go. [ Even if he tilts his head up to let him nip his chin. ]
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When, exactly, have any of our plans gone accordingly? [ Derek shakes his own hand in the shirt, even as he bumps his nose into his lifted chin after he delivers the nip of teeth. ]
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this is how they work 90% of the time. it's amazing the two of them found this place where they click together, because otherwise they might have killed each other in the process.
rolling his eyes, he lets derek bump into his chin and catches one hand around derek's wrist, long fingers wrapping awkwardly there between fabric and skin as he lets derek move him around. ] My plans go accordingly.
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Growling low in his throat, far from threatening or ominous, he flexes his fingers where they're fisted in the shirt as he feels Stiles' wrap around his wrist. It's such a ridiculous position to be in, but he doesn't even care. ]
Sure they do. [ He drops down to sit on the edge of the bed the moment his knees knock into it, skeptical look intact. ]
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....well then.
He could respond to that, he could get embarrassed, but he has an argument to win here. Either way, his ears start turning red, and he tries to make Derek let go, bumping into the wrists over his head as he's basically stuck here. ] My plans are flexible, therefore they're always right, and yours could totally stand to learn something from them.
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His eyes track the way that a flush starts to form over Stiles' ears, amused look overtaking his skepticism. Maybe he should be insulted at the jab about his plans, but he can't particularly bring himself to care. It's not as if it's something he hasn't told himself before. ]
This plan isn't turning out so great. [ Now that he doesn't have to support the teen's weight, he moves to set his free hand at his waist. ]
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Derek's hand is nice and broad and more handsy than usual and he's really not complaining, so with an eyeroll that makes it look like he's doing a service, he leans forward and kisses Derek again, nice and slow. Maybe this'll actually work this time. ]
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If someone were to observe them right now, they'd probably have quite a few questions about why they're in a relationship. It's mostly based on them giving each other shit, or bickering, or fighting in any variety of ways. But it works for them, and Derek has been enjoying it ever since they actually really got into it.
The eyeroll makes him laugh, just a quick chuff that's... well, maybe it could actually be called happy. There's no denying that he's making fun of Stiles just as much as he's just laughing in general, though he doesn't pull away from the kiss. He returns it, actually, while flexing his fingers both on his waist and in the shirt. ]
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[ wow, a+ comeback there, stiles. he makes a mocking face at him because okay, you know what, he could show you exactly how flexible he could be, but stiles is a good person he will save that for his dreams where he gets laid.
at least this is happening, this is progress. (progress he's partially afraid to screw up but for right now, it's not on his mind--arguing tends to distract from that.)
it started out as a distraction tactic, but the kiss starts to get deeper and deeper and where his fingers were tense, they go a little limp, eyes fluttering shut as he opens his mouth into it and finds his own distraction very, very easily. ]
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Especially since yes, this is progress. This is a lot of progress, and he's going to hold onto it instead of being the one to screw it up. (They're stupid, is the bottom line, but they'll figure it out eventually.)
As Stiles' fingers start to go slack, his slowly ease so that he can draw them down and take hold of one of his wrists. Because this isn't exactly the most comfortable position to sit in with your arms raised, even if he's definitely paying a lot more attention to the kiss than he is the feeling in his arms. ]
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he is kind of a little excited; for what they've done so far, all manners of clothing have still been present. and stiles doesn't mind that, it's cool--he knows what derek's been through, and it's a lot more making out than he's ever had before--but oh man that would be sweet.
for now, though, he just kisses him deeper, brow furrowing just a little as his shoulders and back roll out of instinct. ]
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Some small part of him, tucked at the back of his mind, is thankful that things haven't been rushed. He's not oblivious, he knows better than to think that the teens of the pack that have dated weren't doing more than making out by the time they reached two months. But for him, he's thankful that it's progressed the way it has.
Which means that he deepens the kiss easily, now, comfortable in it, his hands moving to follow the roll of Stiles' shoulders and back now that they're both free from the confines of the stupid shirt. ]
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luckily, that frees up his hands and he immediately grabs at derek where he can--one hand finds his hair and the other...
the other pinches his butt. he grins against his mouth, basically gloating. ] 's what you get for not wearing green.
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Derek grunts in mock-annoyance, biting at his grin. ] Don't pinch people with Irish blood, it brings bad luck.
[ The fact that Stiles pinches his ass actually doesn't bother him, and instead he just kisses him firmly, smack on the mouth. ] There.
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stiles stares at him for a second, pulling away from the kiss.
and then, completely purposefully, pinches his ass again.
if he gets to pinch derek's butt and gets kissed for it, he's really not ever going to stop. talk about a win win situation! ]
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But then he pinches him again, and he rolls his head a little with an exasperated sigh attached. ] I should just let you have your bad luck.
[ And of course here he is, sliding his hands up Stiles' back to cradle his face and kiss him again. It's encouraging Stiles to be a cheeky little shit, but honestly he's more than a little ornery himself. So they're about on the same level. ]
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but getting him to admit that would probably be like pulling teeth. that's okay. stiles knows it, anyway.
leaning in, he returns the kiss, pulling his hands away with an obvious motion, eyebrows lifted, universal for "i'm taking my hand off"--talk about different from the first time he did it. ]
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wait I haven't used this icon yet???
Oops.
Much oops.
Plenty of time for that icon later 8)
aww yisss.
look at all these makeouts i can do better than jeff davis!!!
WOW SUCH BETTER MAKEOUTS
CONSENT, WHAT A FUNNY THING
CONSENT AND A LACK OF ABUSE