So long's the house doesn't, I'm on a roll. [He can't help the stupid comments that come out of his mouth, either, or the fact that his heartbeat ratchets up yet again, this time for an entirely different reason. Stiles is used to Derek being in his space. He's not quite sure if he's used to it like this.
(Or if he'll ever get used to it, if it keeps happening. And he's not really sure if he ever wants to be used to it. He'd rather keep enjoying it every time.)
When Derek cocks his head, his eyes flicker down to his mouth for half a second before coming back up, meeting his stare. His mind's already formulating about six different ends to this, but his hormones have settled on one, and God, if it doesn't happen in about ten seconds, he's about to initiate it himself.
Maybe.
If he can't work up the courage, he'll have to leave.]
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(Or if he'll ever get used to it, if it keeps happening. And he's not really sure if he ever wants to be used to it. He'd rather keep enjoying it every time.)
When Derek cocks his head, his eyes flicker down to his mouth for half a second before coming back up, meeting his stare. His mind's already formulating about six different ends to this, but his hormones have settled on one, and God, if it doesn't happen in about ten seconds, he's about to initiate it himself.
Maybe.
If he can't work up the courage, he'll have to leave.]