Happy Galentine’s Day!
"We talked about this," Stiles said, still flushed, pretty, mouth bruised. "You said you could keep it together."
"I can," Derek says. He rubbed his thumb against the crease of Stiles’ hip, nosed along it, sighed. Stiles smelled good. "I just—"
"Dude, really?" Stiles said. "You’re gonna get fucking arrested if you don’t cut it out." His voiced jumped from scornful to breathless at the end as Derek bent his head again, pressed a fervent kiss to his belly.
"Okay, this is how we’re gonna do it," Stiles said. "If anyone says Stiles, you say, Stiles? That skinny high school kid? I barely know him."
"Yeah, that’ll work," Derek said.
"It’ll work if you practice," Stiles said reprovingly.
"Okay," Derek said, dragging his mouth up Stiles’ chest, along the side of his ribs, his jaw.
"Useless," Stiles said, in between kisses. "Defenseless."
"Yeah," Derek breathed, Stiles’ hands in his hair.
What are some things you must have in the studio? (x)
What is the German word for the part of your heart that melts and dies and evaporates and takes flight across the earth to lift up a child star whom you love inexplicably and just want every simple happiness for on this polar vortex of a planet?
jellysoap: It could be because Papa McCall-Hale was the caretaker / stay-at-home dad when Laura and Derek were younger, and they didn’t want to change their kids’ lives even more than they already have :]
oaijwdaklwmd stay-at-home-pie-making-dad ヽ( ಥДಥ)ノ