Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
It didn't stop him from smiling a little at the amusement in Deaton's voice. "Maybe we'll find a better time of day, but we'll see."
Peering down at the pile of food in front of him, he made a quiet noise before he grabbed the eggs too. Stiles was going to need plenty of calories, and the way they were burning through them --
He went quiet, listening and puttering around the kitchen while Deaton talked. "He was quick to think something was wrong with him," Derek noted. While he didn't believe there was anything wrong with Stiles, he wanted to ensure that his mate was fine, that was it wasn't a cause for worry. "I'll make sure that he knows he hasn't then." On a base level though, Derek knew that would be easier said than done.
"He's -- we're trying to wait for his summer heat. If he gets pregnant then, he'll almost be done with his freshman year at college, or shortly after he will be, and then he can spend the summer at home with us," Derek explained in a rush. It made sense. It was a good, responsible plan, and yet every time he got his hands on Stiles, he wanted to forget all about it. "I'm having some problems with my own instincts," he said quietly and cracked some eggs into a pan.
"And he smells different now. Tastes different too, but I'm guessing that has something to do with his claiming bite?" It was a question, yet clear that Derek was fairly sure of the answer. "And you said he doesn't need to take them on his heat, correct? Just before and after? I don't know that he'll take them then, especially if he knows what they're for."