Changing Patterns

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    "Alli, room. Now. I'm tired." She commands plopping her hands on her hips and blinking sleep from her eyes. Allison blinked back at her, looking down her practically open chest in her normal workout bra before slipping back to sit on the back of the couch with a soft smile. Stiles groaned in annoyance as Allison swings her legs over the back of the couch and leaves with Cora. Stiles scoffed as he rolled onto his side and dug his feet underneath Derek's thigh. I roll my head back against the couch and sigh to myself just as Isaacs leg snakes up.

    I look over at Isaac who smiles lightly at me. In a moments notice I return the smile and take the hint. "Ready for bed?" I whisper lightly. Isaac only nods and I swing my legs off the couch and lean up. "If he falls asleep you bring him up." I direct to a know eye rolling Derek. Scoffing under my breath as I pull Isaac into my arms from kneeling next to the couch. His hum in my ear only retches a smile from me, god if I could stop the smile on my lips I would. Instead I pull the boy tight to my chest and squeeze his arm for comfort. Lugging him up the steps and disappearing into our- well my room, but still.

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    "Stiles get up, time for bed." Derek kneels besides the couch and pokes the younger male in the shoulder. Letting his arms hang over his knee the wolf sighs as stiles only groans and swipes a hand toward Derek in a failing attempt.

    "Sleep here." He mumbles inaudibly to human ears earning another sigh of annoyance.

    "Stiles get up," Derek slipped one hand under the sleeping humans neck and rose him slightly, then adjusting his arm beneath stiles and placing his other under the man's knees.

    Stiles mumbles something before leaning up into Derek's arms and curling his head against the man's chest. Derek stands as stiles grips his chest with one hand and whines, the wolf ignoring his protest spinning and around from the couch. Monvering through the furniture and into the hall-way before effortlessly climbing the stairs and making a left toward the humans bedroom. Stiles stirs lightly as they reach the top and looks around with caution, eyes finally landing on his holder and nearly yelping from his grasp. Derek chuckles lowly as he elbows open the younger's door and made his way to his bed; then dropping the stuttering boy from his arms onto the cushion with a grin.

    "You wouldn't wake up." Derek states as he lowers down next to stiles and stares back at his wide eyes.

    "Mm 'awake know." Stiles backed up on his bed and flipped so that he was laying in it properly. "Question." The man states as he sits cross legged.

    Derek takes a moment and watches the younger before nodding. "What?" He gruffs out.

    "Why'd you let me kiss you, why'd you do it again?" Stiles snaps the words quickly with only a questioning tone. Again Derek stared.

    "Cause I wanted too." He states in turn. Stiles is the one to blink this time.

    "Alright." He nearly whispers back. "Could I do it again?"

    "When?" Derek's own voice lowers to a near whisper as he looks the younger up and down.

    Stiles pauses to lick his lips and think. "Now... for as long as I'm trapped in here.."