[ Derek settles in, shutting his eyes. There's something so fucking fulfilling about being able to physically provide comfort and security to someone he's promised to protect. It's different with Stiles, where the love between them isn't based on power dynamics or well-meaning promises or anything other than raw, uncomplicated feelings - with Tate, it always feels like there's something slightly off, like there's a loose thread just waiting to be pulled, bringing everything undone. Here - tonight - despite all the anxiety and the worries over Tate's safety, their relationship feels stable. Solid.
Derek believes - maybe for the first time - that he can be a good alpha. That he can be a good something. He can be a good-- whatever it is Tate wants him to be. He roams his hands over Tate's body like it's just... comfortable, because it is, and as he's drifting off to sleep, he says one last, tired thing. ]
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[ Derek settles in, shutting his eyes. There's something so fucking fulfilling about being able to physically provide comfort and security to someone he's promised to protect. It's different with Stiles, where the love between them isn't based on power dynamics or well-meaning promises or anything other than raw, uncomplicated feelings - with Tate, it always feels like there's something slightly off, like there's a loose thread just waiting to be pulled, bringing everything undone. Here - tonight - despite all the anxiety and the worries over Tate's safety, their relationship feels stable. Solid.
Derek believes - maybe for the first time - that he can be a good alpha. That he can be a good something. He can be a good-- whatever it is Tate wants him to be. He roams his hands over Tate's body like it's just... comfortable, because it is, and as he's drifting off to sleep, he says one last, tired thing. ]
This was... good. We're good like this.