or say we're only dreaming;

[melocoton]

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[triskeles]

[ This is a whole different experience from what he'd expected when he found out what he'd been set up for, but honestly Derek can't even care. It goes from a simple kiss into something more, and he has no complaints whatsoever right now. (Except maybe that his subconscious is reminding him that they're being recorded. And have an audience.) The moment that Stiles gets his hands in his hair, he reacts immediately with two things: one, he tips further into the deepened kiss. Two, a faint growl enters the kiss, all approval.

He agrees. This is, actually, perfect.

But it can only last so long, because for as much as he's enjoying it and the way that they just fit together, it has to come to an end eventually. He's about to slide his hand down lower, his thumb following the soft curve of his cheek, when he hears a familiar throat clearing from the side: ] You guys need to get a room.

[ Derek, mature adult that he is, defiantly catches Stiles' bottom lip between his teeth before he pulls back. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ did he just growl? holy shit, stiles is so, so into that. he didn't know he was into that until just now, but he is so into it. he's practically fighting him back, just as claiming, kissing him like there's a kind of perfect chemistry to it, and he's about to maybe give the hand in his hair a little tug when they're rudely, if you ask stiles, interrupted.

derek, however, pulls away with teeth and stiles' brain short circuits. he looks completely ridiculous when derek pulls back, mouth red and kissed and eyes half lidded, and he stares at derek for another second when allison elbows isaac, because now that's gonna end up in her shot, and she's gonna make him edit it out.

stiles shuts his mouth, eventually, and he lifts a hand to flip isaac off without even missing a beat, then mutters ] ...dude.

[ because dude. that just about covers it. ]

[triskeles]

[ If they could have kept kissing without interruption, Derek is pretty sure they would give it a good run. Air, who needs air? He's found something he'd be thrilled to subsist on instead of air, to be perfectly honest, but he doesn't really get the chance to considering Isaac has apparently realized that strongarming him into helping this project means he has to watch him kiss someone. Maybe he just didn't expect the chemistry to ignite the way it did, but that's unfortunate for him.

Fortunate for Derek, though.

His eyes scan over Stiles' face in the small space between them, dropping down to his kiss-bruised mouth and-- yes, absolutely yes. He loves the look of it, and the dazed stare, and if he brings his thumb around to trace along the line of his bottom lip? Well, Isaac and Allison are distracted for a moment, at least until Stiles is flipping Isaac off. ]

Dude? [ He chuffs a laugh, a little charmed and just as kiss-bruised. ]

[hypercompetent]

[ you cannot just touch his mouth like that, holy jesus. stiles' eyes flutter and he makes an "mmm" noise when he lets go, more cut off words than happier noises, like he had something to say and it just dribbled out of his ear. (he did.)

he slowly unwinds his hands from derek's hair, drops his arms, but stares at him for a second more. allison is scolding isaac, and that's really the only distraction stiles needs--he just made out with this stranger and it was awesome. he wasn't expecting allison's project to go quite like this.

but stiles is definitely not going to let that go, because he would like to do that again. many times. in many positions. so he, being the graceful swan that he is, blurts-- ] Do you wanna go get coffee?

[triskeles]

[ Without even looking he knows that his hair is ruffled now, but Derek doesn't care. He'll smooth it down on the way out, or later, after Stiles has put his hands in it again (which he should, absolutely, do). Regarding him, he draws his hand away and slowly unwinds his arm from around his waist, listening to Allison and Isaac sort of distractedly.

Okay, very distractedly. His stranger is very distracting and he's enjoying it. He'll hear from Isaac later about how disgruntled he is over having to do sound editing, but it's another thing he just doesn't care about.

What he does care about is Stiles' question. A more honest laugh escapes him, and he cocks his head wolfishly. ] Love to. Even if we won't get to the coffee right away.

[ Yeah he knows better. ]