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siriusstuff[The sterekdrabbles challenge (on tumblr) for 12/10/18, with challenge words, “dance, crime, firefighter”]
“Someone should call a cop,” Stiles heard, “because what you’re doing to that dance is a crime.”
It was Jackson. He’d gyrated from wherever he’d been, just to criticize Stiles’s moves.
Did Stiles care?
“You mean call a firefighter, ‘cause I am burning this place up!”
Jackson’s next quip choked in his throat when Derek Hale appeared, aligning himself behind Stiles, pelvis to pelvis, instantly synchronizing their undulations.
Speeding away, Jackson looked back from the dark to where that hyperactive spaz Stilinski was swaying in the arms of the hottest guy in the club, probably in all of Beacon Hills.
