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Derek (surlier) wrote,

"It is soon," Derek confirmed. "And we aren't." Derek knew who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and luckily enough, Stiles seemed to be 100% on board with that plan. But he also wasn't surprised that the Sheriff wanted to see the mark, or that Stiles had obviously been checking it out after. "I'm glad you're not arguing it, and that you like it," he said quietly, cheeks flushing. It was his mark, their mark, and Derek would have been horrified if he hadn't liked it.

Settling down beside him, he didn't try fighting back the grin that came with Stiles' fingers in his hair. "I know you are. He and I talked about it and I would have waited but you were sleeping and I wanted to make sure you got enough rest," he said as he slipped an arm around Stiles' waist. "I am. He thinks you're getting sad because your body thinks you should be pregnant, and you want to provide children even though we're taking steps to prevent it, yet every time you aren't able to it seems like you've failed. And you haven't. And you won't. When we're ready, you're going to make us beautiful, healthy kids," he stated with absolute surety as he kissed along the top of Stiles' shoulder.

"Unless you're complaining about the kisses," he tried to tease as he nudged his body into his mate's. "I love you too. I wanted to make sure that everything was all right--" and he had. While he knew that all alphas weren't like him, it had still surprised him to hear about how many alphas wouldn't have checked, and he nuzzled at Stiles' shoulder a moment longer before pushing all the plates a little closer to him. "Dig in."


It was a perfect lazy Saturday, made even better by having the windows in the loft open to air it out a little (the bedroom was going to be a lost cause, and yet Derek wasn't the least bit upset about it), and by having Stiles laying on top of him, their ribs moving together with every breath. He'd taken to tracing lines up and down his spine, with a frequent divergence to run his fingertips between his beauty marks.

"You know we should probably put on pants before everyone arrives." Particularly Scott, who might be tempted by seeing them naked. And really, knowing that Scott thought of Stiles as family -- Derek wouldn't have let them parade around naked in front of the Sheriff either. "Or are we going to put off putting on clothes until I hear him come up the driveway?" He asked with a little grin, clearly favoring that idea.