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What the hell is a Stiles? (_stiles) wrote,

"I guessed it would kind of be obvious to other people- I don't know. It was a weird time," Stiles admitted. The whole thing had been very alarming and kind of upsetting to him. But he'd never have to go through any kind of heat worrying again. Derek would be there to look after him. "I probably would have, you're right. I mean, I can't imagine you'd have been too pleased about anyone else being near me in my heat," he added coyly, giving Derek a soft little smile. "That might have given it away a bit."

Down on one knee- Stiles' cheeks flushed even more and he turned his attention back to his food as though that would hide the cheek aching smile on his face and the pink on his skin. He tried to concentrate on eating (oh, it was the best mac and cheese he'd ever had! Armand was a legend) but Derek was speaking to him, and nothing in the world could distract him from that.

"I need to try and forget what I read on the Internet after I presented," Stiles admitted. "I need to forget what those alphas were saying. I know you're not. I've always known you weren't," he said, still smiling as Derek lifted his hand once more and kissed his knuckles. He felt the lingering on his ring fingers, warmth washing through him. Warmth and comfort and contentment.

He trusted Derek. How could he not? There was nothing about the way Derek acted or spoke that said he shouldn't be trusted. Not that he was doped up on omega pheromones and didn't know what he was saying. No. Stiles trusted him. He believed him. And he tipped his head slightly, offering his throat to his mate's gentle nose.

"Kocham cię," Stiles whispered. He knew some nice, polite phrases in Polish, like 'I love you'. But his older cousins had been very helpful in supplying some of the things Stiles would be bringing up later. Things he'd absolutely never have let his parents know he knew-

He reached for his water, and then took a few more mouthfuls of his dinner. "This is so good," he mumbled around a mouthful, beaming up at Derek. "Are your special shells still good? Cos this is the best mac and cheese I've ever had and I don't think we'll make it to dessert tonight but I bet the desserts here are awesome, too-"

Stiles put his hand on Derek's thigh beneath the table, moving his hand up slowly to rest very, very close to the top as he innocently continued with his dinner. "Unless you think you can last through dessert as well?" He was sure Derek could smell the slick that was "We've got all night, I'm sure you can last-"

He could feel the heat pouring off of Derek near where his hand rested, and raised his eyebrows curiously. "Are you not wearing underwear?"