[ the last thing derek wanted to do was scare stiles. part of why he'd decided to screw around and bring up potential freddy kreugers and nightmare squid friends was because he'd hoped for the opposite effect, actually - taking the piss out of something unsettling seemed like a better way of dealing with his own apprehension than actually confronting it.
but every point stiles makes is right, and derek doesn't walk any faster, not yet, but he does shuffle his grip around stiles' back so that he can hold him firmer, tilting his head just an inch or two down so he can breathe in the comforting smell of his hair. stiles used derek's shampoo again, and - he's not going to get hard, not when jason fucking voorhees is probably standing behind them crying about his life into his hockey mask, or something, but there is a leap in his chest that makes him forget, momentarily, where he is.
the candles are a problem. stiles keeps talking over himself, and derek lets him, for the most part, but when that's the note he ends on, derek feels he has to speak up. ]
No. You've always been perceptive, and now you've had years of practice honing your intuition. You're the sheriff's son, for fuck's sake. If your gut's telling you that something's wrong, then something's probably wrong.
[ back home, derek hasn't gotten to the point where he's willing to blindly follow stiles into the dark, but he's getting close. it's a different story, in duplicity. he can see stiles' intelligence for what it is, and if there are clues here, derek doesn't want to dismiss them so easily. they'll keep the cave on the map. they'll figure this out together. ]
We can talk about this when we're outside. I'm gonna walk a little faster, so - hold on tight.
[ there's an uneven step in the cave where two flat rocks meet, and derek has to do a little hop to get over it. he does it quick, because he's scared of jostling stiles around and irritating his injury too much, and then it's a pretty clear stretch to the mouth of the cave. he walks in long, careful strides, minding his footsteps like he wants to keep them quiet, now that they've breached the possibility that this might be somebody else's territory. the candles are burned down to the base, just like stiles said. horny teenagers wouldn't need to sneak around in bonertown. someone's been in that cave a lot, but derek can only smell the earth. that feels wrong.
they make it outside and derek doesn't put stiles down, even though he said he would. he walks away from the cave until he's not feeling sandstone or dirt half as much as he's feeling grass, and when he turns to look back at it, he keeps stiles pulled close to his chest. he'll have to actually ask derek to let him go before he does. ]
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but every point stiles makes is right, and derek doesn't walk any faster, not yet, but he does shuffle his grip around stiles' back so that he can hold him firmer, tilting his head just an inch or two down so he can breathe in the comforting smell of his hair. stiles used derek's shampoo again, and - he's not going to get hard, not when jason fucking voorhees is probably standing behind them crying about his life into his hockey mask, or something, but there is a leap in his chest that makes him forget, momentarily, where he is.
the candles are a problem. stiles keeps talking over himself, and derek lets him, for the most part, but when that's the note he ends on, derek feels he has to speak up. ]
No. You've always been perceptive, and now you've had years of practice honing your intuition. You're the sheriff's son, for fuck's sake. If your gut's telling you that something's wrong, then something's probably wrong.
[ back home, derek hasn't gotten to the point where he's willing to blindly follow stiles into the dark, but he's getting close. it's a different story, in duplicity. he can see stiles' intelligence for what it is, and if there are clues here, derek doesn't want to dismiss them so easily. they'll keep the cave on the map. they'll figure this out together. ]
We can talk about this when we're outside. I'm gonna walk a little faster, so - hold on tight.
[ there's an uneven step in the cave where two flat rocks meet, and derek has to do a little hop to get over it. he does it quick, because he's scared of jostling stiles around and irritating his injury too much, and then it's a pretty clear stretch to the mouth of the cave. he walks in long, careful strides, minding his footsteps like he wants to keep them quiet, now that they've breached the possibility that this might be somebody else's territory. the candles are burned down to the base, just like stiles said. horny teenagers wouldn't need to sneak around in bonertown. someone's been in that cave a lot, but derek can only smell the earth. that feels wrong.
they make it outside and derek doesn't put stiles down, even though he said he would. he walks away from the cave until he's not feeling sandstone or dirt half as much as he's feeling grass, and when he turns to look back at it, he keeps stiles pulled close to his chest. he'll have to actually ask derek to let him go before he does. ]