New to the Business

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 01/30/19: “cupboard, fall, slam”]

On AO3. 

A weathered cupboard stacked with tools, clay pots, leaned off-kilter beside the witch’s door.

Derek knocked.

Silence.

Knocking more firmly, “Madam Maybelle?” he called.

An alarming sequence of crashes, slams, and what sounded like someone falling every other step, followed.

“Madam Maybelle’s not in! Apprentice Mieczysław Stilinski!” A breathless young man, no older than Derek, opened the door. “At your service!”

“D-Derek Hale?”

“Pick-up for the Hale sisters! Yes! The menses tea!”

The boy flailed away, returned, packet in hand.

Derek paid, turned back toward the road.

“Come again!” he heard.

Derek doubted he’d mind repeating this chore next month.

Can’t Say No

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 02/01/19: “doubt, choose, gain”]

On AO3.

“Choose wisely,” Stiles intoned, holding a pizza menu in one hand, Chinese take-out in the other.

Only momentarily confused, Derek looked up from his book, “Let’s order pizza.”

Stiles made the call then plonked himself alongside Derek, rubbing against him, like a cat.

“Stiles?”

Stiles took away the book and straddled Derek’s lap. Eager kissing and writhing commenced.

When Derek’s mouth was free: “Stiles, this is nice…”

“Without doubt.”

“But, what’s…”

“Pizza’s fattening. So let’s burn up the weight we’ll gain eating it before it gets here.”

“Makes sense,” Derek agreed, whether it did or not.

“We have thirty minutes.”