What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
He liked the way they fit together, and even if it made him feel happy and warm, even if he liked the tingles, it wasn't always about getting aroused, and Stiles was comfortable with the closeness without being turned on.
Stiles also had about a million questions about being a wolf that he didn't think he could ask Scott. Mostly because Scott was a new wolf and didn't really know anything about himself, but also because parts of it were about nudity and sex and he didn't really want Scott's opinion on those.
The beaming grin that had spread over his face when Derek turned around slid away when his mate mentioned his scents. He still wasn't sure he should mention how his body seemed to ache to be pregnant now it had been knotted, because that was still kind of insane. He shifted, ducking his eyes even as he tipped his head for Derek to nose at his jaw.
"Scott just sent me some texts that annoyed me, that's all. He's like refusing to acknowledge anything is happening between me and you. I told him I was staying here all weekend, pretty much hinted it was a big night, but he just text me some shit about pizza and then another about how his hair hurt. I mean, how am I supposed to be like 'oh, sorry man, my mate had me knotted on our bed, couldn't get to my phone'? I'm just- just annoyed. It's nothing. I'll get over it-"
His stomach grumbled again and he forced a smile onto his face. "Feeeed meeee!" he whined. "I'm your mate, provide for me! Feed me cake!"
He did have a very good mate. Derek was a very good mate. And he was going to feed him cake.
Stiles pressed himself up to Derek's side, his own spoon in hand. "I might ditch the tiramisu for this when I'm pregnant," he joked, ignoring the weight that dropped in his stomach at his own words. He leant over Derek to get the control for the television, turning the screen on to a random channel and settling back down again.
Now that he was at a normal temperature, Stiles could appreciate just how warm his wolf was.
"You feeling okay? You're probably all healed up and stuff, huh? I ache, but it feels good. I can't imagine what it'll be like during my heat. What's your rut like? When's it due? I should put all these things on a calendar-" and work out when they were going to overlap. Because no amount of contraception would stop them conceiving then.