potosi | crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes.

[ This is a little counterproductive to getting out of the hotel-- though, they could waddle along like idiots-- but Derek still relaxes against Stiles' frame. They basically support one another, and he's more than happy to just take a moment first. He hums something soft as he props his chin on Stiles' shoulder, letting it turn into a soft rumble that radiates contentedness.

Even if he's a smartass. He just laughs a little, squeezing him gently in his arms. He has no idea how he has any energy to practically vibrate in his skin, but it's somehow perfect to just hold him like this. ]

Mm, no. I think that's you. [ His head lolls a little on his shoulder to get a better look at him. ]

[ stiles scoffs and snorts, lifting a hand to shove playfully at his face-- ] Okay, man, you want some pancakes to go with all that sap?

[ but he is 100% not red, at all. not even a little, because that would be dumb. stiles is not going to have that argument with derek here, because despite all appearances, they are not the sappy honeymooning couple.

they're just. a regular couple. who'd been dancing around each other for like a year.

stiles digs around in his pocket for a second and holds up his phone, pressing the button to flip the selfie camera around. ] C'mon, one for your fanbase.

[ and then he makes a dumb face and hits the button. ]

I could make pancakes. [ Derek lets his face be shoved at, cocking his head a little as he laughs at him softly. Maybe it's more than a little sappy, something more for the honeymooners than two guys who've been dating officially for six months, dancing around each other before that for a year. But right now, he doesn't care.

He's in France with Stiles, and Stiles wanted to come. He'd said yes when he'd offered him the plane ticket, and he's thrilled. More than thrilled.

Straightening again as Stiles fishes his phone out, he shifts a little and scrunches his face up at the camera as he hits the button. If Stiles is going to make a dumb face, he's going to make his disgruntled dog face. ]

We're on vacation! Dude, literally the entire point of being on vacation is not working! Eating other people's food. That's why we're here. [ he pauses for a beat, tilts his head. ] Maybe we can break into a hotel kitchen.

[ shh derek's food is the best. pulling the camera down, he only pulls out of his arms when he hears the elevator ding, and the look he casts down at his smile is undeniably soft and romantic, and he flicks his thumb absently over it as he posts it to his instagram account, then jerks his head back up in typical stiles fashion. ] C'mon, dude, if we miss all the French food, I'm gonna be mad and hungry, and that's a shitty combination. I wanna eat a snail.

We brought all the technology we needed to make sure we could keep updating the channel and your instagram. We're still working. [ But he laughs at Stiles' proposition of breaking into the kitchen, and just draws away slowly when the elevator dings.

Immediately after, though, he reaches and puts his hands on Stiles' waist to start steering him towards the elevator, thumbs sneaking under layers to rub at the skin of his hips while they go. It's just an absent gesture, something that he takes delight in. ] We'll go get you a snail. Not sure if you'll like it, but we'll get you a snail.

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