Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
He watched that beaming grin fall and knew it wasn't likely to be good. Only to have that confirmed with Stiles when he said what happened. "His hair probably hurts because he's been pulling at it. Don't--" he shook his head. "It's something, and it doesn't require you to get over it. You're allowed to be annoyed that he's been ignoring you for months so he can spend time with Kira. He missed that we were -- hanging out." Growing closer. Nothing had happened then, but it was hard to miss the way their foundation had grown during that time.
He pecked his shoulder and popped the container open with his thumb. "Just don't call me Seymour." But he really couldn't stop the way his lips curved when Stiles mentioned wanting this cake instead of the tiramisu when he was pregnant. "Whatever you want," he said, and took the spoon from his mate to scoop out some cake for him.
Random noise in the background, Derek turned his attention away from the TV and to his mate. "I'm fine. What else hurts?" Being sore inside was to be expected, both since it was Stiles' first time and he'd been knotted, but there were other pains that could be expected to. "You probably won't ache during your heat -- it's more like you're either satisfied or not. And when your'e not, you want to be."
Holding the box in one hand, he grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it around them. "My rut is -- you'll need to be here for it. I've never had --" the tops of his ears turned hot and he knew they were turning red. "Never -- anyway. It's, I get stupid. You want to fuck everything. It's like American Pie on steroids and ecstasy. It's pretty --" he frowned. "Bad. And it usually happens between January and March. Mine are usually in the beginning of March, but I've had them as early as January. I'll know a week or so before because I get -- aggressive. And territorial. It's not pretty." He scooped up another piece of cake, ate part and offered the rest to Stiles.
"I usually distance myself from everyone once I know it's coming but --" another shake of his head as he glanced at his mate. "I can't do that with you. Separating mate's when the alpha is in rut is a good way to send them into a frenzy. They'll hurt anyone between them and their mate, and sometimes even their mate. I don't want that-- I don't want that to happen to you." The next time he was due for a rut -- Stiles would be living with him then, they'd be together, and there wouldn't be anything to separate them.
"We'll have to let your school know when it's coming up, and they should give you a pass for it. But expect that I'm going to be -- very, very possessive." He wasn't sure how else to explain it, so he left it there and waited for the onslaught of questions he was sure would come.