[ stiles asks where he went, and derek tries to act like he hadn't heard the question. he lifts his eyebrows and purses his lips, putting his hand in his pocket so it stops touching his fucking mouth, and it's pretty obvious that he's just buying time while trying to come up with an answer. the red in his cheeks gets a little heavier, he glances away like he's been caught. he's actually kind of shy. that's new, for him. he's not a fan of this feeling. ]
Oh. Uh. Just - you know.
[ he clears his throat and waves his hand through the air, as if that's enough of an explanation, and he shrugs one shoulder, ready to move on without putting a voice to all the bullshit in his head. he likes stiles. he likes kissing stiles, and he's spacey and distracted because he just keeps thinking about how he wants to do it again. his hand's out of his pocket and ready to touch his lip again, but he catches himself and scratches the space between his eyebrows, instead. he looks back to stiles, and he feels sort of clumsy. like there's too much energy in him and he doesn't know how to vent it.
ugh, this is stupid. he's acting like a fucking idiot. derek rolls his shoulders, sets his posture straight, tries to flip a switch in his head that'll turn him into a big, tough werewolf man. it doesn't really work, because he looks at stiles standing in the doorway, leaning on his bat and smiling, and it gets in his head and makes everything worse. derek looks at him in silence, just for a second or two, and then he exhales, hard and sharp. he looks at stiles like he's pissing him off. ]
Stop.
[ again, he gestures, pointing two fingers at stiles and dropping his hand from his head to his toes. just sort of indicating at stiles' entire body. ]
You're doing this on purpose. Making it worse.
[ acting cute, being cute, making derek want to kiss him again. derek shakes his head and steps forward, grabbing stiles by the wrist, just for an excuse to touch him, and he pulls him in over the threshold of the entrance so he can shut and lock the door behind him. when the two of them are sealed away in the apartment, he feels like he should be able to relax more, but it just doesn't happen. he's itchy under his skin and he keeps looking at stiles like he just can't help it. like he's worse, when he looks away from him.
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[ stiles asks where he went, and derek tries to act like he hadn't heard the question. he lifts his eyebrows and purses his lips, putting his hand in his pocket so it stops touching his fucking mouth, and it's pretty obvious that he's just buying time while trying to come up with an answer. the red in his cheeks gets a little heavier, he glances away like he's been caught. he's actually kind of shy. that's new, for him. he's not a fan of this feeling. ]
Oh. Uh. Just - you know.
[ he clears his throat and waves his hand through the air, as if that's enough of an explanation, and he shrugs one shoulder, ready to move on without putting a voice to all the bullshit in his head. he likes stiles. he likes kissing stiles, and he's spacey and distracted because he just keeps thinking about how he wants to do it again. his hand's out of his pocket and ready to touch his lip again, but he catches himself and scratches the space between his eyebrows, instead. he looks back to stiles, and he feels sort of clumsy. like there's too much energy in him and he doesn't know how to vent it.
ugh, this is stupid. he's acting like a fucking idiot. derek rolls his shoulders, sets his posture straight, tries to flip a switch in his head that'll turn him into a big, tough werewolf man. it doesn't really work, because he looks at stiles standing in the doorway, leaning on his bat and smiling, and it gets in his head and makes everything worse. derek looks at him in silence, just for a second or two, and then he exhales, hard and sharp. he looks at stiles like he's pissing him off. ]
Stop.
[ again, he gestures, pointing two fingers at stiles and dropping his hand from his head to his toes. just sort of indicating at stiles' entire body. ]
You're doing this on purpose. Making it worse.
[ acting cute, being cute, making derek want to kiss him again. derek shakes his head and steps forward, grabbing stiles by the wrist, just for an excuse to touch him, and he pulls him in over the threshold of the entrance so he can shut and lock the door behind him. when the two of them are sealed away in the apartment, he feels like he should be able to relax more, but it just doesn't happen. he's itchy under his skin and he keeps looking at stiles like he just can't help it. like he's worse, when he looks away from him.
he's got it pretty bad. ]