[ There's Derek, pretty much having just arrived there upon Stiles turning to look to the window. He's gotten scaling the Stilinski roof down to a science at this point, and simply raises his eyebrows in response to the wide-eyed stare he gets, biting back a laugh as Stiles stumbles through his bedding and to the window. ]
Hey. [ Yep, totally nailed it, Stiles. He ducks through the window, but doesn't quite come into his room so much as he enters Stiles' personal space, simply raising his eyebrows at the look on Stiles' face. ]
[ Lurching forward a little, one hand of his finds the top of the window to use it for leverage right as Derek shifts in--suddenly he's about two inches from his face, which is usually a marker for an argument that's about to tear the house down instead of...what it is right now, which is Derek raising his eyebrows at him like that with apparent Feelings out in the air between them.
So, Stiles "does not think things through" Stilinski is just going to do what seems natural with this moment of tension, and that's to shoot forward and kiss him on the mouth. It's a little awkward and more of a smush than an actual kiss at first, but the guy's never initiated a kiss in his life, especially one quite like this. Not to mention, it's not like kissing Lydia, or Heather--there's the, well. Addition of that beard he'd been drunkenly complimenting the night before. ]
[ One hand braced on the window sill with a booted foot, the other holding steady to the frame, Derek doesn't move away when Stiles lurches forward. He's used to Stiles entering his space the way he is now, and vice versa, though it's typically used for arguments (or the occasional quiet discussion). But he knows that it'll either go in a completely different direction, or one of them will sway out of the gravitational pull that they have on one another.
As if that's actually possible.
The smush nearly has him outright laughing, but instead of pulling away or making fun of Stiles, he brings his hand up from the sill of his bedroom window and takes hold of his chin, fingers and thumb curling gentle against his jaw. He has far more experience in this sort of thing, though it's been quite some time since he's felt like this when kissing someone else. Tilting them both the slightest bit to get a better angle, he eases the mash of lips into an actual kiss. (Which probably makes that drunkenly praised bear all the more obvious.) ]
[ Oh, okay. That's an actual kiss that definitely conveys feelings, isn't it. He lets Derek manhandle him (what else is new, to be honest) into the right position and drops his hand from the windowsill, wrapping it around the back of his neck instead to hold him there. For someone who has been internally freaking out about this for the past hour or so, Stiles is pretty bossy in the whole let's do the kissing thing, surprising absolutely no one.
He's kissing Derek right now. Which is kind of ridiculous if he thinks about it too hard, so Stiles just focuses on the kiss, instead, long fingers on his right hand moving up to clutch in the front of his shirt, like he's half afraid he might knock Derek out of the window with too much enthusiasm. In fact, he gives a little tug, kissing him a little and pulling off, just an inch or two, enough to try and pull him into the window. ]
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Hey. [ Yep, totally nailed it, Stiles. He ducks through the window, but doesn't quite come into his room so much as he enters Stiles' personal space, simply raising his eyebrows at the look on Stiles' face. ]
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So, Stiles "does not think things through" Stilinski is just going to do what seems natural with this moment of tension, and that's to shoot forward and kiss him on the mouth. It's a little awkward and more of a smush than an actual kiss at first, but the guy's never initiated a kiss in his life, especially one quite like this. Not to mention, it's not like kissing Lydia, or Heather--there's the, well. Addition of that beard he'd been drunkenly complimenting the night before. ]
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As if that's actually possible.
The smush nearly has him outright laughing, but instead of pulling away or making fun of Stiles, he brings his hand up from the sill of his bedroom window and takes hold of his chin, fingers and thumb curling gentle against his jaw. He has far more experience in this sort of thing, though it's been quite some time since he's felt like this when kissing someone else. Tilting them both the slightest bit to get a better angle, he eases the mash of lips into an actual kiss. (Which probably makes that drunkenly praised bear all the more obvious.) ]
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He's kissing Derek right now. Which is kind of ridiculous if he thinks about it too hard, so Stiles just focuses on the kiss, instead, long fingers on his right hand moving up to clutch in the front of his shirt, like he's half afraid he might knock Derek out of the window with too much enthusiasm. In fact, he gives a little tug, kissing him a little and pulling off, just an inch or two, enough to try and pull him into the window. ]