Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"Did you really?" He thought he looked dorky then, but it'd gotten better as he'd gotten older. And he wasn't at all surprised to hear that Stiles had been procrastinating getting his application in. "Do I need to cut you off?" He asked, mostly joking.
"I don't really--" have a preference. "Big papa wolf? Is this where this is going? Or are you thinking something kinky with calling me daddy. You can be daddy Stiles." Only now he was smirking, eyes flaring a dull red at the possibilities.
"He-- I'll talk to him. See what he says." It wasn't an Alpha to Alpha talk, but Derek knew that he didn't have the same emotional connections that would make it a minefield for Stiles. He was fairly sure it wasn't about controlling Stiles as it was ensuring his safety and knowing that their friendship wouldn't be divided by Derek.
It was sober enough that the switch back to Stiles feelings wasn't an abrupt one, and he nursed his body with his own. His scent was everywhere, but the smack of nervousness stuck in his nares. "It can play with your hormones, which can play with your emotions." Stiles was so worried-- he pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Baby, stop. We don't know that anything's wrong. Something might not be. But I'd rather ask Deaton. It might be that you need to change pills, we don't know. But I don't think you're crazy. And it might be completely normal -- I don't know. I've never -- never had anyone I wanted to get pregnant." It shouldn't be a surprise. "And if you can't --" his eyes did flare red then, a low pleased growl coming out of him before he could stop it. "Then you can't. Even if you get pregnant now -- you'd have to take your second semester off, and go to summer classes to catch up." It wasn't optimal, but they could -- Stiles didn't have to give up anything.