Mumbled Declarations, Sappy Confessions, Movie Cuddles

Stiles grinned broadly as he and Derek reached the top of the stairs, holding hands outside the loft. Derek pulled open the door, gently tugging Stiles trough the threshold behind him, releasing his hand as he shrugged off his jacket. Stile stood in the middle of the open space as Derek milled around, placing his jacket over the back of a chair and moving to the couch to fold the blanket Stiles had claimed.

"So." Stiles said, feeling out of place.

Derek glanced up, setting the throw on the back of the couch. "So?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Stiles rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, stuffing his hands in the pockets of the Beacon Hills basketball sweatshirt he still wore. "You didn't take me to school." He pointed out.

Derek shrugged. "Thought you didn't want to go; your hand."

"I still half expected you to kick me out of the car when we passed, do a drive-by drop off."

"Hm, maybe next time." Derek smirked, drifting over to the kitchen, Stiles pivoting to follow his movements from the spot he stood. "So, do you want to watch-"

"I've never been with a guy!" Stiles blurted out in a rush, he's cheek growing pink with embarrassment.

Derek's hand froze on the open door of the fridge, turning his head to look at the boy in the middle of his loft with raise eyebrows. "…Okay." He said, confused by the sudden admission. "Good to know? Not sure what that had to do with watching a movie, but…" He continued with an amused smile.

"Uhm, well…yeah. I mean I…no, no it doesn't have anything to do with watching a movie, but…you got like flustered when I asked about the bond thing, and I was thinking about it and figured…you know…it was something to do with…you and…me…and like…you know. And I…I just wanted you to know." He finished quietly, head hanging down with flushed cheeks.

Derek moved around the counter, coming to stand in front of Stiles. He pushed his fingers through the boy's hair, forcing his head up gentle so he can look into his eyes. "You know, it's not really a big deal, right?"

"I just thought that since you didn't take me to school, and the thing with the syrup…"

"That I'd take you back here and throw you down onto my bed? Stiles, no."

"Really?" Stiles asked, feeling relief wash over him then frowning as relief was replace with guilt. "Sorry. I don't mean to sound like I don't want to."

"Would you stop worrying? You're not ready, it's okay to feel relieved, Stiles. Nothing has to happen that you're no ready for." Derek smiles, leaning in to press his lips to his temple. "I told, I'm not going anywhere, there's no rush."

"Okay." The boy said with a nod and a soft smile, following Derek back into the kitchen.

"Back to my original question; movie?"

Stiles hopped onto the counter, shaking his head to clear his mind and let the embarrassment melt away. He kicked his legs back and forth, the heels of his feet connecting with the lower cabinets with a soft thud. "I don't know, what if you have terrible taste in movies? That could ruin this whole thing. Like what if you're some closet Twilight lover?"

"I have no idea what that is." Derek said, rolling his eyes as he leaned back against the counter opposite from Stiles.

"Good, let's keep it that way."

"If you don't trust my judgement then why don't you pick something then?"

"No way. I need to know what I'm getting into, what I'll have to sit through on date night. So, come on. Give me your top five."

"You first." Derek insisted.

"Fine. In no particular order: Batman, The Shining, Star Wars, the Matrix, and…Billy Madison."

"Billy Madison?" Derek questioned with a smile.

"Yes. Do you have something against Adam Sandler and his 90's hilarity?"

"No problem, just you went form the Matrix to that."

"Hey." Stiles pointed a finger in Derek's direction. "That movie is cinematic gold! You show Adam Sandler some respect!"

Derek put his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry, my apologizes. I never said it wasn't a good movie, it was just an interesting jump."

"Fine," Stiles said, narrowing his eyes at the wolf. "But I'm watching you Hale. Now," He leaned back a little with his arms cross over his chest. "You're turn. Derek Hale's top five movies areee…what?"

"Top five. Okay. Let me think; probably The Departed and Dirty Harry and Bullit. And…The Shining."

"Four. One more, big guy."

Derek rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Boondock Saints I guess."

Stiles nodded, taking this all into consideration. "Hm. Respectable. So, good. This might actually work."

Derek stared back a Stiles, the right side of his mouth quirked up. "Was our relationship seriously dependent on my answer?"

"I mean, not entirely, no. But it was definitely a factor; poor taste would have put a strain on things."

"A strain, huh?"

"If you have shitty taste in movies that bound to reflect in other areas too."

"Hm." Derek hummed, pushing himself away from the counter, stepping up to where Stiles sat on the counter. He moved close to him, setting in the space between the boys open legs. Derek leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the counter on either side of Stiles. "Explain that to me."

Stiles shifted back, pink creeping up his neck and spreading across his cheeks. "Well," He began, clearing his throat. "Your taste in movies would most likely reflect on the shows you watch."

"I don't watch TV." Derek said softly, his eyes sweeping across Stiles' face, landing on his lips.

"Books then. You read, so if you like action movies or crime movies, it stands to reason that you'd read books in the same genre." Stiles' mouth twitches up a fraction as Derek leans in a hair. "So," He continued, trying to act as if his stomach wasn't doing flips at the feeling of Derek so close. "If your taste in movies can dictate your taste in the other areas of entertainment, then shitty taste in movies means me having to watch shitty shows, listen to shitty music, and talk about shitty books. It gives us less to talk about and would bore me to death."

Derek leaned in closer, rubbing his nose along Stiles' jaw as he spoke. "But I have great taste." He says vaguely, leaving room for Stiles' imagination to wonder exactly how he meant it.

"Well, good. Cause all solid relationships need good conversation, right?" Stiles tipped his head to the side when Derek's lips trailed a path down his neck. His eyes fluttered closed and his hands came up to rest on Derek's shoulders. "This, this is a pretty good conversation we're having. Lots of verbiage here." He murmured.

"Mm." The wolf hummed, pressing his smile to the crook of Stiles' neck. The boy clung to the alphas shoulders, fingers digging in as he pulled him closer. Derek's mouth traveled back up Stiles' neck, nipping at his ear. Stiles let out a soft moan before Derek pulled away, stepping back abruptly. He smirked at the Spark, who stared back at him with a dazed look. "So, what movie?" Derek asked casually.

"Wha-?"

Derek stepped back up to him, taking his hand. "Movie, remember?" He said, pulling on his hand, coaxing him off of the counter. "What are we watching?"

Stiles shrugged, pouting slightly and nudging Derek as they walked to the couch. He flopped down with a huff, pulling Derek down with him. "Sorry, my brain function is limited at the moment because apparently someone is a tease."

Derek smirked, reaching forward to grab the remote and turning on the TV. He flipped though one of his streaming accounts, pulling up The Departed. He sunk back into the plush cushions, Stiles wiggling in close. The wolf slung an arm over the boys shoulder, keeping him against his side.

Stiles laid his head on Derek's shoulder, reaching behind him for the throw blanket that was just folded and put back. Derek stretched his legs out on top of the coffee table, Stiles brought his up on the couch, tucking them at his side as he curled up against his anchor.

"This better be a good movie." Stiles muttered.

"You've never seen this?" Derek asked, surprised.

Stiles shook his head. "Nope, although I think it's on my list. Something about cops in Boston?"

"Just watch." Derek told him, hushing him.

The silence lasted close to 45 minutes as they watched the screen. Stiles sat there, chewing on his lower lip, staring at the TV without taking in the movie playing.

"Hey Der?" He asked softly, a small waver in his voice.

"Yeah?" Stiles stayed silent, his question hanging in the air. "Stiles?" Derek asked. "Stiles." He said with a gentle nudge.

"Iloveyou!" Stiles said in a rush, the word flying out as one.

Derek craned his neck, leaning up to look at Stiles. "What?" He asked, a soft amused smile creeping across his face.

"Uh, n-nothing." Stiles stammered, shaking his head. "Never mind, let's just watch the movie. I-I didn't say anything important." He shifted away, looking back to the TV and avoiding Derek's gaze and biting the inside of his cheek as the feeling of rose every second he felt Derek's eyes on him. "It was nothing, really. Forget it."

Derek shook his head, turning Stiles' head by gently guiding him by his chin, forcing him to look back up. "What did you say, Stiles?" He pressed, his voice tender and soft. "Slow your words down this time, okay?"

Stiles took a shaky breath, nodding with closed eyes. "I…" He pause, swallowing around the lump forming in his suddenly bone dry throat. "I…lo…I love you." He pressed out, scrunching his brow preparing himself for the worst. "I know that makes no sense, but we've spent so much time together and I've had this crush for so long and I think it happened awhile ago, before Malia even. And, no I'm not sure I'm ready for sex or anything, I've only ever been with Malia, it's a little nerve wrecking, but I do. I love you and I'm sorry if-"

Derek pulled Stiles onto his lap, cradling the side of his face with one hand and the other snaking around his waist. Stiles' words faded to nothing as Derek's mouth collided with his, pulling a surprised squeak from the boy at the sudden movement, the noise morphing into a soft moan at the additional pressure of Derek's tongue gliding against his. Stiles pushed his hand up the back of Derek's neck, moving though his hair.

The wolf pulled back, resting his forehead against the boy's, smirking at his sound of protest with the loss he felt. "I love you too." He told him tenderly, bumping his noise against Stiles'.

Stiles grinned so wide it reached his eyes and it practically split his face in half. Derek's wolf rumbled from within, having pleased it's mate in such a simple way. Stiles shift in the Alpha's lap, moving to straddle his legs, his finger laced together behind his neck. He settled back, staring down at his anchor who gazed back up at him, looking at him as if her were the only person he would ever need in the world.

"I'm pretty happy, you know?" Stiles said, his tone soft and fond.

Derek's hand settled on his Sparks hips. "Yeah?" He asked with a smirk.

Stiles nodded, leaning down and kissing the tip of Derek's nose. "Yeah. For the first time since…since…Allison…" Stiles closed his eyes with a sigh, going silent.

"Hey." Derek says to him softly, bringing a hand up to cup the side of Stiles' face. "Come back to me."

He takes a deep breath, cracking open his eyes and flashing a weak smile. "I'm here." He tells Derek, his hands sliding down the Alpha's shoulders. "Everything's been so messed up lately; nothing had felt right, I still don't know when I'm dreaming or not. At least not for sure, I always have to double check myself. You know I haven't been sleeping; there are nightmares almost every night. Being happy…it's like a foreign thing to me now. I…I feel guilty, being happy knowing my best friends' girlfriend is dead and…and it's my fault." Stiles lowers his head, ashamed of what the Nogitsune had done to his friends. He picks at a loose thread on Derek's shirt, avoiding his eyes.

"Stiles." Derek says in a soothing tone.

"I want to be happy, Derek. I want to be okay again. I want to believe you and Scott when you tell me that Allison and Aiden and all those people at the hospital weren't my fault."

"It wasn't."

The corner of Stiles' mouth ticks up, he brings his hands up to lay them flat against Derek's chest. "Logically, I know that. But there's still part of me that doesn't believe it because it just doesn't feel true."

Derek shakes his head, frustrated but still calm. "I hate that you blame yourself." He reaches up, pushing his fingers through his Sparks hair.

Stiles leans into his gentle touch with a sigh. "I'm trying. I'm broken, remember?"

Derek smile softly, nodding. "And remember I said I'd fix you?"

Stiles nods back, leaning forward to capture Derek's lips with his. "Yes, you did."

"I intend to do just that, Stiles. As much as you'll hate yourself sometimes, know that I'll be here, with you, loving you ten times more."

"CheeseyWolf." Stiles quips.

Derek talks over Stiles, ignoring his interruption; because yeah, he's being a bit cheesy and it's a little embarrassing but someone needs to be there to tell Stiles these things. Derek will gladly get cheesy if it means picking him up from his despairing hole he digs himself in. "You can put yourself down, yell at me for trying to pick you back up; yes, you will." Derek tells him without skipping a beat, seeing his protest bubbling up to the surface. "Try to push me away but if you haven't noticed, I'm kind of stubborn."

"StubbornWolf." Stiles muses, with a small smile.

Derek smiles back. "Exactly. I won't budge. I need you, Stiles. I'm tired of being alone, I'm of running. I want to be happy too; I want to be happy with you."

"SappyWolf." Stiles grins, blush spreading up his neck and across his cheeks.

"With you? To get that kind of smile? I'll be whatever I need to be. I can fix you, Stiles. If you let me." Derek tugs Stiles a little closer, bringing their foreheads together.

"I think I might just do that." He tells him, sounding tired and defeated.

Stiles brushes his lips against Derek's, smiling against his Alpha's eager mouth. He shifts himself off of Derek's lap, laying across the couch with his head nestled in the wolf's lap. Derek looks down at him, beaming bright in the company of his mate happy to smell his emotions settling into contentment. He began carding his fingers through his hair rhythmically until he heard the steady breathing of the Spark as he began to drift off.

"My SourWolf." Stiles mumble sleepily. "All mine."

Derek sighed happily, feeling calm and complete for the first time since the loss of his entire pack.

"My Spark."

- End -

The Spark will seek it's anchor – searching for its wolf. The wolf will know when he has found his Spark upon first sight, whether the Spark had been ignited or not. Some will wait decade for their Spark to brighten their lives, waiting for the fire to light its way to its wolf; if they ever ignite at all.

Other are far luckier; only waiting a couple of years for the Spark to finally seem them, to find them. They balance each other – anchoring one another and giving each other purpose and meaning.

Their life is not an easy one, they will be target for their unique powers and enhanced ability; hunted for the mysteries that still lay within them.

But together, they can face any obstacle they face and come out on top.

Even the town Sheriff…

"STILES! HALE?!"

"Oh, shit.."

Maybe.

AN: Well, there it is. All done. I'm sad I think. I liked writing it, my first Sterek fic. I left it open for me to come back, because I like this AU.