Derek stiffened when he heard the Sheriff's cruiser pull into the driveway, a small jolt of fear coursing through him. He calmed a little when he felt a hDerek stiffened when he heard the Sheriff's cruiser pull into the driveway, a small jolt of fear coursing through him. He calmed a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder "Hey," Stiles said softly "It's gonna be okay. There's no need to worry."

Derek smiled at his mate's half-hearted attempt at trying to be reassuring "Babe, you're dad's the sheriff. I was an accused murder. One that he arrested. That and you're sixteen and I'm twenty-three. I have every right to be nervous and scared that this isn't going to go over well."

Stiles bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth "Yeah, well, when you put it like that but, you were cleared of those charges…"

"Don't have anything to say about the age difference, do you?"

Stiles shook his head, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck "No, no I don't."

Derek sighed. He heard keys turning in the door and felt like his heart had jumped into his throat. He quickly leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Stiles' lips, one that he returned, and savored it just it in case it was their last. Because Derek couldn't shake the feeling that the sheriff would run him off and he'd never be able to come back.

They pulled away right before the door opened and the sheriff stepped in. He paused when he saw the two sitting on the couch "Oh, hello son… and Mr. Hale."

Derek grimaced at the term "Just call me Derek…. Please."

Mr. Stilinski nodded "Alright, I can do that. Now Stiles, would you mind explaining to me excatly why Derek Hale, an accused murderer, is in my house?"

"He was cleared of those charges!"

"Stiles!"

the teen shrunk back a bit at the tome of his fathers voice "Okay, well, this hasn't gotten off on what I'd call a good start."

Derek snorted "Really? You don't say?"

Stiles glared at him, snapping out a "Shut up!" at his boyfriend before looking back at his father "Okay, so, you see, the reason he's in our house is because." he paused and swallowed, eyes darting between the sheriff and Derek.

"Because?" his father prompted.

"Be-be-because we-we're dating. Derek and I are." he braced himself for what was to come next.

His dad sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his forehead "So that's why he's in my house."

Derek glanced over at Stiles "See, I told you this wasn't going to go over well."

Before Stiles could say something in reply the sheriff cut in "Hold on a minute now. Don't start putting words in my mouth. I mean I can't say I'm exactly thrilled seeing as how my son's too young for you but…. So long as he's happy."

"I am, dad."

"And so long as, assuming you're having sex, you use protection."

"Dad!" Stiles practically shrieked, jumping a few inches off the couch.

"What!? I'm just saying. "

Derek chuckled and Stiles covered his face to hide his embarrassment "Don't worry, Mr. Stilinski. We do."

Stiles felt like he was about to burst into flames "Oh my God, why even?"

The sheriff smiled and so did Derek "Look at it this way, babe, at least he's not forbidding us from seeing each other."

Stiles peaked out from behind his hands and stared at his dad "Uh yeah, thanks for that."

"It's no problem kiddo. Now, do you want to stay for dinner Derek, or are you leaving now that the cats out of the bag?"

He smiled wider "I'd love to."