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Derek (surlier) wrote,

Derek wanted to say yes, that Stiles could stay home, they could go back to his place and sleep some more, run the errands he had to do today together, but his schooling came first, and he smirked even as he shook his head no.

Even if it would mean getting to wake up a second time with Stiles in his arms, and possibly another one of those sweet kisses to bring him from dreaming to wakefulness. (He had woken up briefly when John came home at 9:03, but only long enough to confirm it was the Sheriff before drifting off again.)

"MmM hmm," Derek muttered, mostly non-verbal as he curled a hand around Stiles' hip, and half tilted forward to press his face sleepily into the back of his neck. The coffee would help, but it'd been a long damn time since he slept that much and he'd been with his mate.

He listened to father and son converse, subtly sniffing the room to note the changes in scents. Nothing big, but he nodded to the question and reached for his cup of coffee to finish it off and hopefully rouse the rest of him.

They did have a lot to get done today, especially him, but he'd always make time for Stiles' dad. And he had some time before he had to meet the realtor, even if he did drive Stiles to school.

"Of course. I'll take Stiles to school and head back here?" Stiles would probably want to be there to run interference and attempt circles around his dad. His hand drifted from Stiles' hip to his hand, fingers lacing easily together.

"Unless you want us both. Or to do it now?" Weaker men would have been terrified to be left alone and interviewed by John, Derek was looking forward to it.