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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"We'll absolutely go. And if your dad wants to come we'll make sure to bring him too." If his parents had still been alive, they might have joined Stiles and he. If Stiles mom was also still alive, they might have one day sat down with both sets of parents to share dinner and be mercilessly teased.

But they were all gone, save for Stiles' dad and their future children. One day they'd all be here, and Derek couldn't stop from pressing his nose into the spot where he intended to mark Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure they can, but you like it and I want to do it. Only seems fair that I continue." If his mate had minded, Derek would have stopped. But this nickname was for Stiles, and he dropped a light kiss to his offered throat. "Driving me crazy showing off that spot."

He grinned when he heard the chair shuffling closer, as if Stiles didn't want them to be apart either. More when four or five became five or six and he had to shift in his chair, barely biting back a moan as his eyes flared red and he ducked his head to hide it. "You're trying to make me crazy," he said lowly, almost growling. He knew how to get his mate back though and smirked. "When we find out you're pregnant, I'm taking you to a Polish restaurant and stuffing you, Mieczyslaw."

He took a sip of the wine, lettting the flavors roll over his tongue before offering Stiles the glass. "Want to taste?" His voice was definitely not pitched low as though he was offering him his cock instead. Definitely not. And if it was said in such a way that anyone listening in could count it as a double entendre, he didn't mind that either. He was still smirking as he brought Stiles hand up and kissed his knuckles.