[ As he picks up on the changes in Stiles, Derek reflects on the night they just had. All the blatant flirting, the close proximity to one another, what was said. He considers how far they've come since that first night in the woods, years after the fire and even more since Melissa babysat a young Stiles. All that progress from thinking Stiles a possible threat, into whatever this can be called.
Friends, maybe.
He's pretty sure there's more to it. He just doesn't know what label to put on it.
Listening to Stiles' heart, he watches his eyes flick to his mouth before back up again. It's a reminder that he spent much of the night trying to look at anything but Stiles' own mouth. Now, he does, almost contemplatively. It's a little awful how distracting he's found Stiles' mouth to be, and idle thoughts that have popped up only to run wild.
He figures he should indulge in one of them, leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him. ]
no subject
Friends, maybe.
He's pretty sure there's more to it. He just doesn't know what label to put on it.
Listening to Stiles' heart, he watches his eyes flick to his mouth before back up again. It's a reminder that he spent much of the night trying to look at anything but Stiles' own mouth. Now, he does, almost contemplatively. It's a little awful how distracting he's found Stiles' mouth to be, and idle thoughts that have popped up only to run wild.
He figures he should indulge in one of them, leaning in the rest of the way to kiss him. ]