stiles: [sleeping] yeah, derek, like that…
stiles: [still sleeping] i always… always knew you’d be a biter… [laughs]
stiles: [wakes up] allison?
allison: you fell asleep researching.
stiles: right… i was researching. about unicorns. and big foot. because apparently they mate.
allison: [laughs] then you passed out. fyi, you sleep talk. about derek.
stiles: i don’t.
allison: oh, you do. very vividly.
stiles: name your price.
allison: this is my last bag of twizzlers. and my weapon collect needs to be organized.
stiles: scott is a lying liar that lies because you are so not an angel. you’re the devil.
Derek blinks down at Stiles, face suddenly serious.
"I have to tell you something."
Stiles exhales sharply. “Right, I knew there was something,” he goes to sit up, “Is this where you yell surprise, and someone high fives you for completing the world’s longest dare?”
"What." Derek catches Stiles’ shoulders, pins him to the bed. "When would I ever agree to high five anyone?”
"I don’t know," Stiles huffs. "You’ve got your Serious Game face on, a little like you’re gonna murder something, a little like you wanna have your way with me— which, I might remind you we were just getting to a minute ago— before you stopped, and started pulling the Serious Game face."
"My serious game face is part murder, part screwing," Derek lifts his eyebrows at Stiles. "Why would you be attracted to that."
"For all the weird and wonderful reasons that are you," Stiles says teasingly, stroking a hand up Derek’s back.
Derek rolls his eyes, leaning down to kiss him, and then jerks back. “Wait.”
her smile right before she shoots it tho