Chili Dreams
Jan. 21st, 2019 11:52 pmOn AO3.
“Heeelp! Somebody save me!” Stiles screamed as another monster wave carried him dizzyingly to its peak.
In the black sky overhead lightning streaked without let-up, each bolt illuminating the sea’s murky green, only that. Nothing else to be seen.
Suddenly shaken, he opened his eyes to Derek’s face, felt his panic draining away like pain at Derek’s supernatural touch.
“Still think chili fries are the right choice before bedtime?” Derek asked.
Warm, not wet, not drowning, “Mmm,” Stiles hummed. “They were so tasty! Now I want some more!”
“Stiles, no!” Derek shouted, dashing out of bed after his stupid husband.