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Derek had just switched over from doing sit-ups to start his usual routine of push-ups, when a new weight was added to his back, followed by the familiar scent of cherry lip gloss. Lydia. "Can I help you, my strawberry blonde Banshee?", asked the wolf as he lowered down before pushing himself back up, feeling the weight of the human girl remain on his back. "No, I'm comfy right here. You can continue.", said Lydia as she started to examine her newly filed nails from her position on his back, balancing herself when he lowered down and raised up again. "What do you want, Lyd? You only interrupt when you want something. Or you send Isaac in.", asked Derek as he repeated the motion again, making sure not to jostle the girl during it. He did not want to be on the receiving end of those nails. "I don't think you'd still be doing your workout if it were Isaac on your back. It'd turn into a wrestling match.", explained the girl as she reached over and gave his sweaty hair a pat. "Out with it Lydia. So I can finish this in peace, before Isaac does decide to come here and do what you're not.", ordered the wolf as he looked over his shoulder at her. The Banshee got off of his back with a huff and plopped down on his bed instead, crossing her legs as she examined her nails again. "You really do like him, don't you?", asked Lydia as she patted the spot beside her, to get the wolf to stop what he was doing and join her. "Like who?", asked Derek as he reluctantly rose from the floor and sat down beside her, reaching higher up on the bed for the towel he placed there.

"Really, Derek? You're not as subtle as you think. Not everybody can see it, but I can. So can Allison, and Danny, and the twins. Not to mention Isaac, he practically shoves you into the same room as him.", explained the girl as he turned fully to face him now, sitting crisscross on the bed. "Lydia.", groaned Derek as he fell back from his sitting position, landing on his back on the bed, the cool blankets against his bare back. "Don't you 'Lydia' me. You buy all of his favorite foods; you cook all of his favorite meals when he comes over. You let him pick the movie during Pack bonding nights. You even gave him your bed when he was sick; you spent weeks sleeping on that old couch. I remember that specifically because it took days for me to work all the knots out of your back afterwards.", explained Lydia as she took the towel from his hands and wiped down the parts of his back that he couldn't reach. "Thank you. What's your point?", asked the wolf as he tossed the towel into the hamper across the room. "When are you going to finally get a spine and ask him out? You can't use the whole 'he's too young' excuse anymore, since he turned 18 last week. And his Dad practically loves you already, for all the work that you've been helping him out with. Come on, Der. Do this for yourself, you deserve to be happy. We can all see how happy Stiles makes you.", coaxed Lydia as she poked him in the shoulder a few times, careful to avoid using her nails. "Can I be honest with you?", asked the blue eyed Beta as he looked over at the girl beside him.

Lydia didn't speak; she just nodded her head at him to continue. "I was thinking of asking him out last night once the movie was over. But as soon as I got him alone Scott slipped in and they both left.", explained Derek as he rose from the bed and pulled his sweatpants up over his hips when they threatened to fall down again. "Of course it was Scott. It's always Scott when it comes to Stiles. If a few of us can manage to get you and Stiles alone, with no interference, will you ask him out? For the sake of the Pack.", asked Lydia as she slid of the bed and tossed her hair over her shoulders. "If you can manage to do all that, then yes, I will ask him out. And if he says yes, I'll take him on the most romantic date that I possibly can. Now, come on down and help me with breakfast. You get to choose this time.", explained Derek as he walked out of the bedroom, having only two seconds before Lydia had jumped on his back again, her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. "Can you make your famous Peanut Butter Bomb French Toast?", asked the girl on his back as she gave him a squeeze. "Since your nails are dangerously close to my neck, I have to agree, don't I?", he playfully asked her as he carried her down the hall and down the stairs, hiking her up higher on his back when they reached the kitchen. She let out a tiny squeal when he discarded her into Aiden's lap, who was sitting on one of the bar stools at the island. "Did you convince him now?", asked the Beta as he rested his chin on his girlfriend's shoulder. "He's finally asking Stiles out tonight. That is why we're keeping everybody away from the house tonight.", explained Lydia as she couldn't help but smile as she watched the older wolf get down all the ingredients for the peanut butter filling. "We can go that. Seeing as though they're going to be on a sugar high from breakfast.", teased Ethan as he reached over the island and grabbed hold of the other wolf's sweatpants, pulling them up over his hips again.

"Will you two leave my clothes alone? I'll kick you out of the kitchen.", threatened Derek as he started up the mixer to combine the ingredients for the filling. "Might as well let them ride low, let his hip bones show. I bet Stiles' eyes pop out of his head from just one look.", teased Aiden as he walked around the island to stick his finger down in the mixer, a pout forming on his lips when the older wolf hit him with a plastic spatula. "Speaking of Stiles, everybody just filed in or came stampeding down the stairs.", explained Lydia as Isaac and Boyd came into the kitchen, soon followed by Erika. "Morning guys, and girls. Stay out of that Erika, or you'll get the same fate as Aiden.", warned Derek as he ushered them away from where he was cooking. "What happened to Aiden?", asked Erika as she hopped up and took a seat on the island while the others sat down around the table. "He got hit with a spatula.", replied Ethan as he snickered at his brother. "I smell peanut butter that must mean that Derek's cooking. Hey, Der-Derek.", stuttered out Stiles once he realized that the wolf was barely dressed. "Good morning to you, too, Stiles.", replied Derek with a chuckle as he slid the first batch of stuffed French toast onto a plate, topping it off with a spoonful of the filling and a little drizzle of chocolate syrup. "Told you.", whispered Aiden to the two beside him as the plate was set in front of Lydia, her eyebrows raising in question. "Breakfast was your idea, you get first serve.", explained Derek as he turned back to the stove top. The smile that shown on Lydia's face was clearly triumphant as she dug into her breakfast, just as Scott, Jackson, and Allison filed into the kitchen seconds later. Stiles sat down at the table beside Isaac and bumped shoulders with him before he felt his cellphone vibrating in his pocket.

JW: You're staring, Stiles. Wipe the drool from your face before he sees it.

SS: Screw you, Jackson. Did you see what he was wearing? I have every right to stare at him. Those sweatpants are barely staying up on his hips.

JW: Are you really that desperate for a fuck? The entire Pack can smell just how much you want him. I'm surprised you haven't bent him over something yet!

SS: Fuck you, Jackson! Derek and I aren't even dating yet! I haven't even asked him out! I never have sex with people I'm not dating, and definitely not on the first date.

JW: $20, and I give you to the end of the week to have him in bed.

SS: What the actual fuck, Jackson?! Are you crazy?! He'll kill me!

JW: fine. $50, and still to the end of the week. Have him in bed by the end of the week or before and the money is yours. Hell, if you top, I'll double it. We can all tell he wants you just as much as you want him.

SS: If he kills me for this, I'll come back just to haunt your ass. You've got yourself a deal.

JW: Derek will never have to find out.