What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"I always liked you. I mean, I always fancied you-" Stiles said. He'd said it before, and now he didn't have to be shy about it. "The longer we spent together I realised it was more than just thinking you were hot and smart. You were gentle and kind and listened to me-" He tipped his head, looking at Derek. "Did you know how I was going to present? Is it obvious how someone is going to just before they do? I mean, I guess I could have been a beta for all you knew." He touched his neck, unthinking. "I don't think I'd have ever worked out it was you if I hadn't come to ask you for help. And I was still terrified, even then. It was a lot to take in-"
And it was only a couple of days ago. It felt like a lifetime. But then again, their bond would have stretched back further than they were conscious of.
Newly mated. Stiles beamed. They would be very much that, soon. His heat was days away, they'd be mated properly.
Stiles picked up his own fork. Mac and cheese would be easy to eat one handed. He stabbed a few bits and started to bring it to his mouth when Derek spoke again, mirroring his mate's stance, but with wider eyes and a little flush on his cheeks.
"Are you proposing to me?" he chuckled, though his heart was slamming against his ribs. "I mean, yeah, of course I want to be your husband. I know it's a human thing, and I know we're going to be mates and we're going to build a pack, but I guess my brain tells me this means something, too. Getting married. And it's something dad will like." He took a steadying breath. "I'd say yes whenever you asked me anything. To be your mate. To be your husband. To have your child. The answer will always be yes."
Stiles lowered his fork again, nervous, watching Derek. "But it's whatever you want, too. I'm not going anywhere. Ever. We can make decisions as a couple and it doesn't always have to be what I want." Because Derek, silly, lovable, selfless Derek, would move the earth if Stiles asked him to. "We're a team. And I love you. And I never want you to regret that this is what you're... I'm your... mate. For life."