Bait

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/15/19: “drift, wonder, horizon”]

On AO3.

As the pack trained Stiles took one last look at Derek then refocused on his laptop and the paper he was supposed to be writing.

But his mind drifted, and no wonder, because Derek was peeling off his tank top when Stiles looked away. The last thing he needed were more visuals of muscles glistening with sweat, especially when the possibility of ever touching those muscles remained elusive as the horizon.

Something moist and warm hit Stiles in the face and he sputtered, “It’s mine now!” jumping to his feet and running off with Derek’s shirt, Derek right behind him.

Airport Scene

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/17/19: “room, security, elbow”]

On AO3.

Finally seeing Derek standing at the baggage claim it took all of Stiles’s will power not to elbow people out of his way.

“Derek!” he yelled, making heads turn at how loud he was.

“Derek!”

Security was bound to tackle him to the floor he was raising such an uproar.

But he made his way through the crowd, crashing into Derek’s arms, squeezing him so close there wasn’t room for air molecules between them.

“I missed you so much!” he cried.

“Stiles,” Derek giggled. “I was only gone a week.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Stiles said, between kisses. “I missed you!”

On the Inside

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/19/19: “barrier, glimpse, reserve”]

On AO3.

After watching Derek climb a tree to rescue Miss Whitley’s cat Stiles got a glimpse of what lay behind the werewolf’s exterior of surliness and reserve.

It was a façade, a barrier, sure, but one made of toothpicks and spider webs. A little strategic flirtation, turning his head so his neck tendons popped into view or licking a fingertip to turn a page but taking an extra long lick, Stiles got through it.

What he found within panted and whined, vulnerable and passionate, thrusting against him desperately while Stiles held on with all his might, determined to never let go.

Sweet Love

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/22/19: “praise, fate, roll”]

On AO3.

The aroma of cinnamon woke Stiles.

Instantly hungry, he hurried to the kitchen where trays of cinnamon rolls almost made him cry in appreciation of his husband’s praise-worthy baking skills.

“Wait!” Derek said, stopping Stiles mid-reach. “Those are for Ms. Whitley to bring to her church luncheon.”

Stiles frowned as if stricken. How could fate be so cruel?

“These are for us.” Derek lay down another platter stacked with still warm rolls, dripping in white icing. “Try not to eat them all before I get back.”

Stiles replied, but his mouth was too full for Derek to understand a word.

What the Wind Blew in

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/24/19: “pride, neck, help”]

On AO3.

Keeping his window closed meant his bedroom got stuffy but also kept out the local werewolf, at the moment clinging to the exterior sill.

“You’re a pain in my,” Stiles paused, selecting the appropriate anatomy. “Neck.”

Derek, bearer of too much lycanthrope pride to ask for help, just glared at him.

Stiles wondered why he still bothered trying to defend his privacy. “How can I say no to that face,” he quipped, and raised the window.

Instantly Derek propelled himself through it, all two hundred plus pounds of him landing atop Stiles.

“Well, isn’t this a little awkward,” Derek heard.

Movie Night

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 04/26/19: “positive, sense, show”]

On AO3.

“It makes no sense. Why would the Empire build a second Death Star with the exact same design flaw as the first one?”

“Derek, I love you very much but if you don’t say something positive about Return of the Jedi in two seconds I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Come on, Stiles, show some objectivity!”

“Never! And I’m not speaking to you the rest of the night either.”

“Not even if I do this...”

“No fair! You can’t pleasure me with the same lips that just criticized one of my favorite movies.”

“I can’t? That’s what you think.”