"Are you even listening to yourself, Stiles?" Derek was whispering but his words still made Stiles flinch away. The hand gripping his shirt pressed harder against his chest and Stiles was positive that Derek could feel his heart pounding inside of him as well as he could hear it. "I don't send you home because I don't trust you or because I don't think you're an asset. I send you

He must have looked like a mess, standing in the doorway like some kind of Peeping Tom. No, he was a fucking Peeping Stiles. He knew his face was flushed red from the arousal coursing through his body and the heat flooding his nether regions. Sterek. Erica/Lydia

A series of firsts.

"You wanna know a secret, Sammy? About Mom?"

Initially, the trip to the grocery store had been for milk, bread and cheese – the basics. Dean definitely hadn't been planning on buying ice cream.

For the first time in forty years, Dean felt hope.

Derek hated Stiles. He had to.

Instead, he stayed completely still and let his Alpha rub against the rough pulse in his wrist.

"You're really good with Isaac. With the pack," he mumbled to Stiles as they reached for one another in the dark. "I don't think I would be able to handle nights like these without you."