Safe and Sure

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 02/18/19: “safe, get, slap”]

On AO3.

Startled awake as if slapped, Stiles whirled around to find his husband sitting up, breath huffing through his nose.

“Sorry. Bad dream,” Derek whispered, voice unexpectedly calm. “I smelled smoke, saw fire on the horizon, knew it was coming fast. I shouted your name. Woke up us both.”

“Shhh,” Stiles soothed, sliding close to stroke Derek’s back. “We’re safe.”

He got it. Wildfires in the news, charring everything in their path, had burned their way into Derek’s dreams.

“We’ll pack emergency bags tomorrow, just in case,” Stiles assured, spooning around him when Derek lay back down and repeating, “We’re safe.”