Play, Fore and Role

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 01/18/19: “loose, shelter, trace”]

On AO3. 

“Oh no,” Stiles cried theatrically. “A werewolf’s on the loose in my home! Wherever shall a poor lamb like me find shelter now?”

From their bedroom door’s other side he heard, “Stiles, let me in.”

“Or you’ll huff and you’ll puff and you’ll blow—?”

Flinging the door open, nobody was there.

At the sound of the window rising Stiles whirled around to see Derek tumbling in.

“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!” he shouted, batting at his husband with a pillow.

“Gonna eat you up, leave no trace of you,” Derek growled.

“Ooh,” Stiles squealed leaping into Derek’s arms. “Dinner is served!”