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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"You are precious," Derek mumbled back against his lips. It was sappy but true and Derek couldn't be bothered to mind about the sappiness level. His hands drifted down, one finger pausing to press at the center of his bite before they continued down his collarbone and chest to settle high on his ribs. "Anyone that says otherwise can kiss my ass."

All the orgasms and now, with Stiles warm and post-orgasmic next to him left him feeling lazy and indolent as they curled up together, all arms and legs and the hot line of torso. He couldn't help the jaw cracking yawn or the way he pressed his face into Stiles' shoulder as if breathing him in from six inches away was far too much and he needed his nose right on his skin.

His mate reeked of sex and pleasure and happiness. If Derek could have bottled that scent solely for him, he might have. "Nap, shower, cake," he confirmed.

"Cabin in the woods. It'll make watching Voyager easier." And it was a little scary, maybe Stiles would get scared and jump in his lap and they'd end up making out instead of watching the movie. He grinned, head tilting back slightly so Stiles could continue nuzzling at the fading mark on his own skin. "I love you, too. Now nap, baby," he slurred, those little touches making want to do nothing but lay there and enjoy all the inches of skin against his.

His arms folded a little tighter around Stiles' waist, keeping him close as he drifted off.