What does this mean?! What the hell does all of this even mean!? Stiles was having a border-line panic attack. He never ever would've imagined Derek and himself getting along, let alone having sex! Sure, he liked Derek, he thought Derek was fun to mess with, especially when he went all sour wolf, and got that steely manly-man expression. Not to mention that Mr. Hale was the living embodiment of male sex appeal. Not that that mattered to Stiles, nope...not at all...okay, he was dreaming of said living embodiment doing all those things that had just happened a few nights out of the week- okay four out of seven.
NOT the point. The point-what just happened?! Obvious answer- Derek is in werewolf heat and Stiles was the lucky output tonight. Doubt input to make obvious answer seem foolhardy- Why would Derek ever sleep with Stiles even in heat?! Especially when there were plenty of women (and men, Stiles had seen the way Danny looked at Derek) that would fall into the grumpy alpha's arms on command. So, why, why in the world had Derek chosen Stiles?!

"What are you thinking about?" Derek's voice made Stiles jump with surprise. The werewolf's arm coming around his waist and pulling him close.

"Nothing, nothing really I guess." Stiles uttered back.

"Are you okay?" Derek pushed up, leaning over the human, and looking down at him.

"F-fine, totally fine." God he's hot.

"Your heart-rate is much too quick." Derek said softly. Man, why was he being so soft? Not that Stiles minded the softness, his body was that sweet kind of sore. "Stop thinking about whatever's making you so upset." Stiles shivered some as Derek's nose brushed against his cheek and the werewolf laid a kiss on the edge of his jaw.

"Derek...why...uh..." It was rare for Stiles to have no words, well he had words, he just couldn't get them out exactly, "why did you do this with me?" Stiles saw Derek's eyes widen slightly before he put back on that indifferent mask that he constantly wore. Stiles realized in an instant that Derek probably wasn't going to answer, "You owe me at least an explaination."

Derek closed his eyes and grit his teeth, muffling a groan, "I know..." Stiles waited, patiently. And then he waited impatiently.

And the he couldn't wait for that damn wolf to find the right words! "Derek."

Derek sighed and stared at the headboard, "I told you, I was in heat."

"And you chose me why?" Stiles pressed, "I know you could have anyone and their brother. And I'm pretty damn sure you know you could have anyone and their brother."

"I don't know. My wolf chose you." Derek gruffed, still not meeting Stiles' eyes.

Stiles actually found himself glaring, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean? As far as I've come to understand you and your inner wolf are not seperate entities, so I'll repeat-what the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Derek glared back, "You wouldn't get it!"

"Well try explaining it anyway!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes! Just fair warning, I can do this for hours." Derek growled low in his throat, looming over Stiles with a dark look. "Be grumpy all you want Sour-wolf, you know I'll keep pushing until you at least TRY to explain."

Hell, Derek knew that was true. "It means some instinctual part of me is drawn to you, wants you in this way."

"Oooohkay...so you like me?" Stiles inquired while thinking yeah, fucking right...

"I love you." Derek's eyes went wide even as he said the words. But Stiles noticed him then grit his teeth as if declaring to himself that he wasn't going to take it back.

"You...love me?" Stiles felt breathless, as if another panic attack was right on the horizon.

"That's what I just said..." Derek murmured, refusing to look at Stiles.

"Don't fucking play with me Derek, don't say those words...unless, unless you mean them." Stiles breath was speeding up, it was as if his lungs couldn't pump oxygen in and out fast enough.

Derek's eyes instantly came back to Stiles and, as if realizing Stiles' anxiety, he nodded, "I mean them, really. I would never say that..." The dark-haired male took a deep breath, like preparing himself for a proper confession, "I love you...unless I meant it." Stunned silence fell over both of them, as if Derek couldn't believe he had admitted he loved Stiles, and Stiles couldn't believe Derek actually loved him.
"Damn it." Derek was finally the one to break the silence, moving to get off of Stiles.

No. No! Don't pull away from me! Stiles grabbed Derek's arm, knowing his grip wouldn't get him anywhere against the werewolf, but hoping Derek wouldn't pull away. His hopes were well-placed, because Derek instantly stopped, "I..."

"You don't have to feel obligated to love me back." Derek quickly stated, his eyes closed as if he was already imagining being rejected.

Obligated? Great, now I'm mad at him again. "Get back over here and look at me." The snap in Stiles' tone must've gotten the werewolf's attention, because Derek did as he was told, "I would never ever love someone out of obligation." Stiles searched Derek's eyes, waiting for the man to submit to that truth, which he finally did with a small nod, "Good. Now, come closer." He did the 'come hither' with his finger. Derek frowned, but did lower himself closer to the human, freezing when Stiles' arms came around him; which Stiles found hilarious since they had like just had sex, really what was a hug compared to that? He kept that little notion to himself though as he captured Derek-how exciting, capturing a werewolf! "I love you too Derek."
Stiles felt a shudder run through Derek's entire body, "Derek?"

"You shouldn't have said that when we're this close..." The werewolf's voice was husky with arousal. A low growl rumbled out, no wait, maybe that was a purr? A purring werewolf? "God, you smell good."

Stiles could only smell the musky scent of sex and sweat from two bodies, "I disagree but thanks..."

"You don't get it," Derek responded, burying his nose against Stiles' neck, kissing softly at the human's skin, "your scent is making me..." Derek shook his head, as if refusing to admit his feelings.

"What?" Stiles inquired, genuinely curious.

Derek pulled back, searching Stiles face for a moment before getting off of the bed, "Excited." Heat pooled in Stiles' loins as the simple confession. Derek took a sniff of the air and groaned, looking over at Stiles with Alpha-red eyes.

Stiles bit his lip, trying not to smile at the look on the werewolf's face. Despite the red eyes, Derek looked like a puppy that was begging for table-scraps, "I'm guessing that werewolf heat isn't over?"

"Not even close."

End!

Author's note: Sorry, no smut this time, but some good fluffy feels moment, nah? :) Please enjoy reading and review!