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Derek (surlier) wrote,

He let out a wordless noise of complaint when Stiles moved to get the phone, that inch of separation between his chest and Stiles' back was rude and unwanted, but he quieted as soon as their skin was touching once again.

His hand fanned out across Stiles' still flat belly. One day it'd swell beneath his palm and fingers with a life they created, and he smiled, nuzzling into the juncture of throat and shoulder at the thought. Theirs.

One eye cracked open to read over Stiles' shoulder, but it was only Scott. "You should call your dad later," he said, rough and slow. They'd see Scott in a few hours, but Derek knew that Stiles' dad would want to know how he was, make sure he was okay regardless of how much he trusted Derek.

And he had to call Deaton. They both missed their morning pill and before he gave Stiles his -- he wanted to know if it would harm, or induce an abortion if Stiles became pregnant while on it. He should have asked the other day, but he hadn't thought about it. And he was fairly sure the pills he was taking wouldn't harm anything, but maybe he should ask about his as well.

And if he was already pregnant?

Derek let out a little growl, throwing his leg over Stiles's hips and rolled forward, blanketing him with his own body. "Mine," he growled, happily still smiling as he drifted into sleep, the slow, deep breaths of his mate saying that Stiles already had.


He was still half covering Stiles' when he woke up later, his softened cock having slipped free of his body already and immediately he nuzzled into Stiles' shoulder. That smell, the scent of his mate, was already thick on the air. Not his arousal, but his new scent, like the smell of cookies placed close to an open window in the fall, all leaves and sweetness.

His mated scent.

A little part of him wanted to roll Stiles over and wake him up as sweetly as his mate had done for him earlier, but he was still resting, and Derek had already wrung several orgasms from him already. Tomorrow morning.

But that knowledge didn't stop him from rolling Stiles over now and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Stay here baby, gotta take a piss." And make a phone call. He wanted answers before Stiles was awake if he could get them.

Withdrawing slowly from the bed, he grabbed his phone and headed for the bathroom. Pee first, and as soon as he was flushing the toilet, he punched in the number for Deaton. Tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder, he headed for the kitchen.