[ Totally, Stiles. And he definitely can't smell that, either.
Turning fully, Derek shuts the drawer are he selects a pair of pants. He leans against the dresser, unfolding the pants calmly as he considers the sarcastic comment. It's easier than thinking on whether or not he should stick to similar thoughts. They have basically been dating for months now, never mind the kiss and the heat behind it earlier.
But they should probably avoid anything more than that. (Even though he's questioning the merits of it in his head. Yes, that person/wolf/Greek god did very much want to kiss Stiles. Among other things.)
He starts to pull the pants on, sort of glad they at least didn't stay downstairs. ]
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Turning fully, Derek shuts the drawer are he selects a pair of pants. He leans against the dresser, unfolding the pants calmly as he considers the sarcastic comment. It's easier than thinking on whether or not he should stick to similar thoughts. They have basically been dating for months now, never mind the kiss and the heat behind it earlier.
But they should probably avoid anything more than that. (Even though he's questioning the merits of it in his head. Yes, that person/wolf/Greek god did very much want to kiss Stiles. Among other things.)
He starts to pull the pants on, sort of glad they at least didn't stay downstairs. ]