Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"You know a lot of alphas. Most of the guys that work at the station with your dad, Scott, Lydia--" and while Derek was sure that he felt safe with those last three, it wasn't the same. "I'm glad -- I'm glad you didn't. That we got to talk about some things first."
That whisper was going to kill him though. Another one of those growls worked out of him, and he shook his head slowly. "You'd -- you'd have to be the Grand Canyon for me not to feel some friction from you.And you being wet is only going to make it better."
And his mate - his mate kept going. He sucked in a ragged breath, tried to think about something, anything that would keep him from getting hard. John outside with a gun, threatening to shoot him -- and that was eerily reminiscent of Wednesday night, enough that it kept his dick from chubbing up too much.
They weren't going to be able to make it home without touching, but looking over at Stiles, Derek found he didn't mind that at all. "The first time, maybe," he murmured back, full of promise.
"Tell Armand thank you," Derek replied, grin cracking wide at the reminder. "For both a lovely dinner and the gift." His head bobbed, grin still firmly in place as the waiter bowed and headed back to the kitchen.
"Really? I always pegged you for more of a tiramisu lover." He gave Stiles' hand a little squeeze. "Ready to get out of here and head home, baby?" As much as he enjoyed being out, being here with Stiles at his side, they had more plans for tonight, and Derek wasn't sure how much longer they were going to be decent enough to remain in public.