Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"When we call, we'll ask. You might not have to go in--" which meant they could stay at home, in various stages of undress. The edges of his vision went red with that, a pleased rumble hanging in his chest.
"You're not crazy." Not about this, and he edged his nose under Stiles' chin to kiss the soft spot of his throat. "You aren't. We both know we want kids, I just don't want that desire to hurt you. And it might just be the pills--" Derek didn't know, not about this, and he wanted ultimately what was best for Stiles.
Even if that meant taking him off the pills.
He kissed his throat again, and grinned once the cake was located. The couch however -- yeah, he knew they were going to mess that up. "We'll have to order one of those covers for couches. The spill proof ones." Because avoiding the couch for sexual activities? Yeah, pass. The counter, the walls, the kitchen table and the couch -- all approved places for sex.
Once the cake was in the fridge and everything as clean as it was going to get, they were back in bed. Derek waited for Stiles to get comfortable before covering them with a sheet and folding his arms around his mate. "It's not lame," he said quietly. "It's like going through life not realizing that you're missing something vital, and then you've got it all of a sudden, and you're not quite sure how it fits, but you know it does."
That's how it was like for him. He dropped a kiss to Stiles' forehead. "I love bad Hallmark card you. Are you ready to get some sleep? I know we missed the movie, but I liked what we ended up doing more."