What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
"No, no, I promise, Monday. I'll get it done. I'll get the paperwork, I'll sit my ass down and I'll get it all done. I won't sleep until I have some kind of application form finished!" Which could mean an all nighter because Stiles procrastinated up to this point, he'd carry on doing it way up to the last possible moment. He wasn't a quitter!
"Oh no, I was going straight for kinky," Stiles chuckled. "You're older than me, you've got money, you're my alpha, that's a daddy kink all lined up right there," he teased. "I don't think you'd want to call me daddy, would you? I don't have that much to offer. Unless it's when you want me to fuck you-" there was an idea. His body wasn't willing to go through all the stages of arousal right now, but he'd store that away for later.
No matter what Derek said, Stiles was still reluctant to ask Deaton. He knew they should, because there were still plenty of contraceptives to try, and the odds of the first one being a perfect match were slim. But he was nervous about it. And between them being prescribed and now, and especially since he'd first gotten that feeling, there'd been no time for him to look all over the Internet for any information on what he was going through.
A shiver ran through him when Derek growled, when he saw his mate's eyes glowing softly. Stiles gazed up at him, feeling warm and comfortable and soothed. "I think you'd kinda like that, wouldn't you?" he purred, running his fingers over Derek's jaw. "How terrible, contraception didn't work-" and certainly Stiles would conceive in his heat without anything stopping him, but the odds were their pup would be made as soon as Stiles came off of his pill. Give or take a few days. "You've got it all planned out. But you'd still follow me to school, huh? Make sure me and your baby are okay-"
Protective Derek was another kink of Stiles', but he wasn't about to purposefully do anything to bring that out. He knew Derek would instinctively want to do everything to keep his mate and child safe, it would be cruel to play on that.
"We'll call him tomorrow. Maybe it's something he won't need to see me about, we can just talk over the phone," Stiles shrugged, hoping that would be the case. He didn't want them to waste their weekend, or any later time together, hanging out at the clinic.
"Shall we go back to bed? Try and get some real sleep?"