'It’s cold out there,' Stiles said sticking his fingers under his armpits.
Derek grunted in response, but he stayed focused on his task. Stiles made a face at Derek’s stoic back and made his way into the den but the sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, lights twinkling softly, and an open hearth fire decorated with a beautiful garland burning merrily. Mistletoe hung in the doorway and various ornaments decorated the shelves and surfaces. There were even wrapped gifts under the tree. The advent block told Stiles it was the ninth day of December.
'This is-' Stiles trailed off. 'Who are you trying to impress?' Stiles asked.
Derek didn’t answer as he stepped into the room. ‘I can’t get the boiler working and this is the only room I can heat. I’ll have to sleep in here tonight,’ he said instead.
Stiles imagined Derek on that comfortable sofa with a Christmas blanket over his body, perhaps the snowman cushion under his head. Derek was reading, Stiles decided, one foot propped up. His arms and chest were bare, nipples stiffened slightly as the fire died down. Stiles could fit in that space, he decided, between Derek’s raised knee and the back of the couch. Derek could read to him, or they could read together the way Stiles and Scott used to do, sharing a comic, turning a page at a time.
'What’s wrong with it?' Stiles found himself asking to distract his mind from the thought of lying in Derek's arms.
'I need a part,' Derek said. 'Are you staying? I made stew,' Derek jabbed his thumb towards the kitchen. Stiles felt his teeth ache at the thought of Derek's delicious food.
'I'll stay for a bit,' Stiles nodded.
'You, by the way,' Derek's voice was so quiet that Stiles almost missed it.
'What?' Stiles asked.
'You. It was- is you that I'm trying to impress,' Derek swallowed. Stiles smiled as he reached a hand out to touch Derek's chest.
'You’re succeeding,' Stiles said.
They did spend the night on Derek’s sofa, tangled together, only Derek brought his duvet from his bed, and his pillows too, and Stiles fell asleep with Derek’s unique scent at his nose and the natural heat of his werewolf at his back.
Fools Rush In
'Oh my god I love Elvis!' Allison cried gripping Lydia's hand and dragging her towards the brightly lit casino.
'You said, in fact no you all promised that because I was stuck on my own for my twenty first birthday in shitty Belfast of all places that my twenty second would be the night of my life,' Allison said stubbornly.