What If It Was All Role-Play?

Derek finds two socks lying on the living room floor. He makes his way towards the bedroom, socks gripped tightly in his left hand.

"Stiles, I told you to stop leaving your dirty socks on the floor. I'm not your maid. You don't," he stops. "What the hell is that look for?"

Stiles' face has been transformed from his sweet and mischievous appearance, into something harsh and calculating.

"Stiles isn't here anymore," this new Stiles says.

"No? Then who's dirty socks am I holding," Derek waves the socks in the air.

"I am a thousand year old spirit," Stiles claims. "You could never defeat me."

"Sure," Derek agrees. "There's absolutely no way that I could beat a spirit as old as you say you are."

He moves closer to Stiles.

"Except, I know that your true weakness is tickles," Derek furiously begins to tickle his boyfriend.

Stiles holds his hands out protectively, trying to stop his laughter.

"Derek, wait." Stiles giggles helplessly. "I give, I give."

Derek stops his onslaught of tickles and grins lovingly at his mate.

"Way to ruin my awesome attempt at role-playing," Stiles complains. "I was just about to order you to remove your pants."

"Sorry," Derek apologizes, not really sorry at all. "You can still make me strip for you, I guess."

Stiles grins wickedly. "Or I can be Little Red Riding Hood. Then you come in as the big bad wolf who wants to eat me up."

Derek rolls his eyes contemptuously.

"Is that role-playing or reality? I see no difference," he says.

Stiles kisses the edge of Derek's jaw softly. Derek closes his eyes in delight.

"Is that so? You thinking about eating me up," Stiles kisses move lazily onto Derek's chest.

"That and the fact that we share a closet full of your red hoodies," Derek smirks. "Plus, actual wolf," he points towards himself deliberately.

Stiles bops him on the nose. "Smart aleck," he chuckles. "Next time, I can be Justin Bieber to your Selena Gomez."

Derek glances at him horrified. "We need to break up," he declares.

Stiles smacks him gently on the ass. "Liar," he laughs. "You would cry over me every day."

"Though I wouldn't have to pick up any more dirty socks off the floor," Derek jokes.

"You love my stinky socks. I once saw you stuff one under your pillow to sniff," Stiles teases.

Derek hides his red cheeks in the crook of Stiles' neck. That was before they had moved in together. Derek just missed having the scent of his boyfriend with him at night. So, sue him. He's only human. Well, sort of.

"What should we role-play next? I know you always had a thing for the Green Lantern," Stiles wiggles his eyebrows mischievously.

Derek frowns unimpressed. "Why can't we just be Derek and Stiles?"

Stiles frowns in confusion. "We'll sure. But pretending to be someone else helps spice things up."

Derek stretches his body over Stiles, completely covering his boyfriend's body with his own.

"Our relationship doesn't need any spicing up," Derek insists. "We're already Mexican food with extra hot sauce."

Stiles laughs delightedly. "You say the sweetest things."

Derek nips at Stiles' throat gently. "Besides, you were terrible at pretending to be an evil spirit."

Stiles gasps in offense. "Nuh-uh," he smacks Derek on the ass.

"I defeated you with tickles," Derek sniggers.

Stiles sighs in defeat. "Guess I'm not cut out to be evil. I'm more the damsel in distress type."

"I think you're more the hero type," Derek says.

Stiles kisses Derek on the temple. "There you go again, saying sweet things."

Stiles grins wickedly. Then his face alters back to its cruel form. "Evil Stiles likes his werewolf's sweet," Stiles says in a deep voice. "Now take off those pants, before I destroy you."

Derek grins in amusement. His boyfriend is such a dork.

Derek loves him so much.

"Yes, Evil Stiles," Derek says, removing his jeans.

"Role-playing is the best," Stiles proclaims, staring eagerly as his boyfriend strips.

The End.

This is the last chapter. Hope you enjoyed the story. I'm working on a bunch more, stay tuned.