Changing Patterns

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    Derek pushed off of the wall with a little more force then needed and began to soap up his hair, after, washing his body and climbing out to dry off and pull on his boxers with a sigh. Derek sluggishly moved onto putting a shirt on and black jeans. The other shower wasn't running anymore so Derek turned to his bed. Swiping his phone up off the nightstand and finding he'd been in the shower of two hours.  'How the fuck... Derek tossed his phone off to his bed and left his room closing the door quietly, peering into the living room only Peter, Cora, and Isaac were visible playing video games. As for Scott and Lydia had left to speak to Deaton about the situation, clear it up. Erica was in the kitchen reading over hamburger helper boxes and glaring back at Boyd who sat at the table with his notebook in front of him and a smirk on his lips.

    Derek sighs and decides to find the human later, charging back up the stairs for a nap, he new he'd still be there when he woke up, along with for the next three years if they couldn't figure out how to break this cure. As for the Sanctor title, well that's another question to go over with Deaton. If not, a shit load of research, probably done by stiles himself.

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    As decided, Derek reached the steps and started down them. Not making it far before he could hear stiles grumbling on the porch, front door open, cold wind dusting inside, and the night sky starting to sweep in. The bright blue form earlier that morning had faded into a darker more nightly color, far above black but getting there. Derek reached the bottom step and caught stiles in his sights, staring out from the porch at the trees and sky, his legs crossed as he sat at the edge of the porch just before the first step. His heart was calm, breathing was calm, but his scent was anxious, and gave off fear and worry.

    Derek didn't move from his spot af the bottom of the steps as he looked over the back of the human wearing a red hoodie and black jeans, sitting cris cross style with his shoulders infinitely slouched. Derek cleared his throat and finally called out.

    "Stiles! Upstairs, now." He demanded watching as the human followed the sound behind him and catching sight of Derek. Eyes widening two maybe three fractions and shoulders jolting straight up and becoming tense and worried.

    Stiles sighed and kicked his legs out gently, one foot taping the first steps wood and dusting him back into the house in a standing position. Stiles shook his head out of dizziness as he stared out the front door before sighing snd stuffing his hands in his red hoodies pockets and turning toward Derek. The humans eyes kept lowered and jaw tight as Derek stood a moment watching him.

    "The more aggressively I try to leave the more aggressive the push back is." He answered the silence calmly. He'd figured it out pretty easily after clearing his head in his cold shower. A blush crept up his neck at the reminding thought of why he'd been showering in the first place.

    Derek turned away and started up the stairs, stiles following calmly, sluggishly, and both ignoring the prominent eyes on them and up the stairs. Derek made his way left and toward the two males bedrooms. Splitting off early into Stiles's room and letting the human follow in worried and staring at Derek's back as he looked out the window. Then pulling it open moderately and sighing heavily in the fresh air. Stiles closed his door with a small click and leaned against it before Derek turned around with his normal stone face and crossed his arms. Stiles and Derek stood in tense, narrow, itching silence as they looked anywhere then one another's eyes, of course looking over each other.

    "Look," stiles flipped his head back against the door he leaned on softly and started sliding down it. "This is about me kissing you- and I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I just-... it was a lot. And I was spiraling sitting in here, my first thought was you. You always have a way of distracting me by making me angry or something and I thought I'm already angry so it can't be that bad. But then I was in there and thinking about you, and your hot, and actually thoughtful, and I was just there and then I was kissing you and you kissed back and it continued and I started to lose it and I was like just crazy for that and I'm sorry- god I should stop talking." Stiles sighed raising his balled hands to his eyes and letting them slide open in all of their veiny glory over the top half of his head and shakily brush back farther to his hair and plant there as stiles bowed his head with pinched shut eyes.

    Derek though, only stared. He took almost four minutes to officially react to the words, sinking them in and taking them to mind, heart, body, all. He bowed his own head and kept his arms crossed then both raising his head and dropping his arms and starting toward stiles. Quiet steps till he was just in front of stiles, crouching, placing a hand on the humans raised knee, and watching as Stiles's eyes fluttered open and caught Derek staring, watching. Stiles's hands shook slightly but calmer and his eyes jumped between both of Derek's own.

    "I don't want you to apologize- or promise it won't happen again. I just wanted to know why." Derek stated, his words putting off he already got an answer. Stiles nodded his head letting his eyes fall to the dark wood between his legs. "Stiles," Derek left open the called name, as if for more as he pinched the humans chin in his fingers and directed him to look up and meet Derek's eyes. The alphas eyebrows were raised and his eyes were soft, stiles was sorry for causing problems, and sorry for kissing him, sorry for being himself, and for jumping at the werewolf's touch.

    Derek sighed and dropped his head, eyes closing lightly before he looked back up to Stiles's eyes pointed away, toward the wall, bottom filled his tears and close to pooling over. Derek inches closer, leaned up on one knee and let his eyes close as did Stiles's. Placing a soft, meaningful, and slow peck to the humans temple, a gentle way to say it's okay, and to do what he needs to. Besides, Derek would gladly take another, -stiles-is-overstimulating-and-losing-his-mind-which-means-he-needs-a-distraction- session. For both selfish and helpful reasons of course. After that moment stiles leaned forward and Derek crept out of the room, promising to himself to talk about the other issue at hand. Their not talking about Stiles's nightmare issue/ or at least the not acting different part.

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