katie. michigan. 17. multi-fandom. previously jfcbrolin.
Hale pack: shows up ten minutes late to the final Alpha pack face-off with Starbucks
Oh, empty my heart. I’ve got to make room for this feeling. It’s so much bigger than me.
i’m crying this is beautiful
“Oh, man,” Stiles finally stops laughing, wiping his eyes. “You always find new ways to surprise me.”
“Shut up,” Derek huffs, glaring at him from the driver’s seat. “It’s has a five star safety rating.”
Stiles clutches his chest, widening his eyes. “It does? Well that settles it. Totally a reason to trade in your totally awesome Camaro for this—this—soccer mom car.”
“You drive a bright blue Jeep.”
“And I am proud of it, my baby’s a professional.”
“Yeah?” Derek opens his door, grabs Stiles’ sleeve and tugs him to stand in front of the backseat window. “What’s the space like in the back of that thing?”
“Uh,” Stiles flounders, hands falling on the glass as Derek leans against his back. “Probably not totally as spacious. But, she’s a comfy thing.”
“So is the Toyota,” Derek murmurs, sliding his hands up the front of Stiles’ shirt, kissing his neck.
“I really couldn’t say without some uh, testing. I think we should— oh,” Stiles pushes back into Derek, dropping his head forward as Derek mouths at his skin. “Yeah, we should totally take it for a ride, now.”
Derek grins, yanking the back door open as Stiles spins to kiss him frantically. Stiles scrambles into the car, hands tugging at Derek’s shirt and then breaks away to look around in surprise. “Huh, I can totally lie down in here.”
“Still think the car’s dumb?”
“I think you’re dumb for giving up such a sweet ride for this monstrosity in general, sure, but I’m not against enjoying the perks,” Stiles wiggles around, wrapping his legs around Derek’s waist and pulling him down over him.
Derek sighs. “I didn’t want something that drew attention; do you know how many times we’ve almost been caught fooling around because of that car?”
“Somewhere in the mid-twenties?”
“Exactly; I want to be able to take my time with you,” he mutters, trailing a hand down Stiles’ side.
“You have a bed for that.”
“Do you have to be contrary about everything?”
“Says the guy that walks around in leather jackets and an I will murder you stare, and then unlocks his Toyota?”
“I can take it back,” Derek blurts out. “I just thought—it was better.”
Stiles runs a hand over the soft interior, and then across Derek’s face, marvelling at the sincerity of his expression and wondering just how the hell they got here.
“No,” he says finally. “If it makes you happy you should keep it.”
“I will,” Derek says firmly, giving him a significant look. Stiles flushes and pulls him down to kiss him again.
He supposes it is rather nice he can actually stretch his legs a little before they hit the roof.
teen wolf posts are changing to bradley/arthur posts it’s time for bed
