[It's hard to admit that he's completely and totally dazed by the kiss, but. Holy frickin god, that was daze-worthy. It takes a few seconds for Stiles to catch back up, mentally, and when he opens his eyes, it's slow. He definitely shot up to about an eleven on that scale from earlier. Stiles' arms are still wrapped tight around Derek, pressed up chest to chest, hip to hip, and it's warm and amazing and jesus christ he's not sixteen years old anymore, you think he'd know how to handle this. ]
Oh my Gooddd, no, that's the exact opposite of what I wanted.
[When Derek pulls away he practically moans his complaint and clutches his fingers tighter in the back of his shirt, keeping him close. Okay, he's just whining, but he deserves to whine. That was awesome.]
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Oh my Gooddd, no, that's the exact opposite of what I wanted.
[When Derek pulls away he practically moans his complaint and clutches his fingers tighter in the back of his shirt, keeping him close. Okay, he's just whining, but he deserves to whine. That was awesome.]