[ derek puts his phone down without saying anything and again, stiles briefly wonders if this is the end of their conversation. it's late. derek's probably exhausted, and stiles should let him get a little more sleep before the sun comes up and signals the official start of a new day. he puts his own phone down, lets it fall out of his hand kind of carelessly and lets it land wherever. he doesn't need it - the only person he really talks to is derek anyway.
stiles does his best to let derek get comfortable, but he's unwilling to take his hand off of him, letting his fingers slide and ghost over warm skin as derek moves around and settling his palm somewhere near the center of his back once derek's settled down. he's tired but he's not. derek looks sleepy though - soft, and his voice is low and a little bit rough with disuse. stiles listens, his fingers drawing lazy, shapeless patters on either side of derek's spine.
he almost forgot about the babe incident, but as soon as derek brings it up, stiles laughs, breathy and quiet and softly pleased. he sighs as derek presses on, his smile fading only slightly so it's more of a suggestion near the corners of his mouth than an actual, physical thing. derek's tone changes a little, but it's enough to shift stiles' mood a little as well. he sighs again, eyes watching his lips form around his words in the dark.
stiles wants to talk. not right now, but - he wants to tell him about a lot of things. doesn't want to tell him about a lot of things, too, just because he's afraid of what derek might think, how he might feel about him after. but he trusts derek. he trusts derek more than anything. loves him more than anyone he's ever loved.
stiles nods. it's subtle, but it's sure, and he slides his hand a little higher up derek's back, shirt bunching up around his arm. he shifts a little closer, just because he can. ]
Soon. Yeah... okay.
[ he smiles, and it's a little thin, but it's still genuine. carefully, he tilts his head down slightly to bump his nose against the underside of derek's jaw, just breathing there for a moment. and then he laughs, the same way he did before, words a low murmur. ]
I can't believe you called me babe. God. [ stiles tilts his head back just enough so he can look at derek. he doesn't say anything else for a solid five seconds, and then, like he's surprised by himself: ] … Can't believe I'm kind of into it.
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stiles does his best to let derek get comfortable, but he's unwilling to take his hand off of him, letting his fingers slide and ghost over warm skin as derek moves around and settling his palm somewhere near the center of his back once derek's settled down. he's tired but he's not. derek looks sleepy though - soft, and his voice is low and a little bit rough with disuse. stiles listens, his fingers drawing lazy, shapeless patters on either side of derek's spine.
he almost forgot about the babe incident, but as soon as derek brings it up, stiles laughs, breathy and quiet and softly pleased. he sighs as derek presses on, his smile fading only slightly so it's more of a suggestion near the corners of his mouth than an actual, physical thing. derek's tone changes a little, but it's enough to shift stiles' mood a little as well. he sighs again, eyes watching his lips form around his words in the dark.
stiles wants to talk. not right now, but - he wants to tell him about a lot of things. doesn't want to tell him about a lot of things, too, just because he's afraid of what derek might think, how he might feel about him after. but he trusts derek. he trusts derek more than anything. loves him more than anyone he's ever loved.
stiles nods. it's subtle, but it's sure, and he slides his hand a little higher up derek's back, shirt bunching up around his arm. he shifts a little closer, just because he can. ]
Soon. Yeah... okay.
[ he smiles, and it's a little thin, but it's still genuine. carefully, he tilts his head down slightly to bump his nose against the underside of derek's jaw, just breathing there for a moment. and then he laughs, the same way he did before, words a low murmur. ]
I can't believe you called me babe. God. [ stiles tilts his head back just enough so he can look at derek. he doesn't say anything else for a solid five seconds, and then, like he's surprised by himself: ] … Can't believe I'm kind of into it.