Broken Cycle
Getting out the room he walked down the hall. As he was walking past the bathroom he heard shower turn off and Stiles began to hastily make his way back to their bedroom. He knew he had nothing to hide from Derek but he didn’t think the older man would appreciate him going into that room. Usually he would sneak out during the night to go and clean it so that he didn’t know what happened in there. This was the first time he ever went in there by himself in the aftermath of a night between the alpha and one of the omegas.
Climbing into bed under the covers Stiles looked towards the wall and tried to slow down his breathing hoping that the other didn’t realize that he didn’t crawl into bed when he left. Derek would be mad at him, but he wouldn’t be too mad. He knew that Stiles was curious by nature and although the man found it annoying at times, it also was one of the traits that came in handy more than anyone could say. So Stiles going into that room was to be expected at least once. Derek’s reaction though wasn’t something he planned on. How did you plan for someone like Derek? Even after a few years of knowing the man, he still had no idea what would happen with the man half the time.
The bed dipped and he felt the covers shift. A second a second later cold air hit his back before a warm body was pressing against him, the heat warming him up instantly. Derek’s hand slide down Stiles’ side stroking his hip before he wrapped his entire arm around Stiles’ waist. Leaning back into the other mans hold Stiles felt his arm come to rest underneath his head, Derek’s bicep acting as a pillow as he laid back down against the firm muscle. The older man moved forward nuzzling his neck, stubble grazing over his skin, before he settled on Stile’s shoulder. Hot air passes over his ear as the other man breathed in and out. He could feel his heart speeding up from the proximity.
“Go to sleep Stiles,” was murmured against his skin. He felt the arm around his waist tighten, but not uncomfortably. It was like he was a lifeline for Derek. A leg slid between his as he closed his eyes. He felt the werewolf inch closer, as if he was trying to make them one. Stiles felt his heart slowing down as he felt Derek’s own heart beat strongly against his back. It was soothing like a lullaby.
Stiles opened his eyes and stared at the blackness of the room. He didn’t think he was asleep for that long the room was still cloaked in darkness and the clock said only ten minutes had passed since he glanced at it before climbing into bed.
Looking down Stiles saw Derek’s arm had gone lax, no longer holding him in that viselike grip. He moved his hand down and let his fingers glide over the corded muscle under tanned skin before moving the entire arm so it wasn’t over his waist anymore. He tossed a quick look to the older man and saw that he didn’t move an inch, as barely audible snores escaped his lips. Stiles slid to the edge of the bed, the leg between his easily slipping free. Turning to get up stiles was jerked back as Derek gripped his forearm.
“Where are you going?” Derek asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.
“Bathroom,” Stiles replied, running his hands over Derek’s arm for a few second. The older man let his arm go and rolled over he could make out the head nodding, but he couldn’t discern what the man had said.
Shaking his head, Stiles got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. He just needed to get away from things even for just a little while. He had doubt in his mind that he loved Derek. It was just times like this he doubted the other man loved him.
Walking to the bathroom he stepped inside and flipped the switch and let out shaky laugh. A bathroom was another place with walls, here they were porcelain and tended to muffle sound a little bit better then the walls in Derek’s room. It was here that he often found sanctuary when he needed to get away from the other man and needed time to think. A long hot shower and the peace and quiet of this room helped immensely.
He walked into the room and took in a deep breath smelling the hint of water that still perforated the air. Looking to his left he saw black a towel on the rack that was still a little damp. He had to smile as he remembered that even in the bathroom the main maintained his love of the monochromatic colors. He walked over to the towel and ran a hand over the soft cotton feeling the wetness.
A bit of color caught his eye and he looked towards it. The color was bright and distinctively feminine and he felt a chill go up his spine. He turned to look at it completely and saw it was a bright pink towel that could only be one person’s.
Erica had been here in this bathroom. She could have easily used the one downstairs or the one down the hall. Erica was not supposed to be in here! This was Stiles’ place. He needed somewhere that the two omegas wouldn’t come in this house. There were only two places that the Omegas didn’t usually go into. This bathroom, since Derek and himself used it alone and their bedroom which he knew that Derek wouldn’t allow them to enter at all. He felt livid at the thought that she was in here and cleaning herself after what she had just done with Derek. It hurt, a lot. This was his special place.
Santuary. This was his sanctuary here.
Climbing into bed under the covers Stiles looked towards the wall and tried to slow down his breathing hoping that the other didn’t realize that he didn’t crawl into bed when he left. Derek would be mad at him, but he wouldn’t be too mad. He knew that Stiles was curious by nature and although the man found it annoying at times, it also was one of the traits that came in handy more than anyone could say. So Stiles going into that room was to be expected at least once. Derek’s reaction though wasn’t something he planned on. How did you plan for someone like Derek? Even after a few years of knowing the man, he still had no idea what would happen with the man half the time.
The bed dipped and he felt the covers shift. A second a second later cold air hit his back before a warm body was pressing against him, the heat warming him up instantly. Derek’s hand slide down Stiles’ side stroking his hip before he wrapped his entire arm around Stiles’ waist. Leaning back into the other mans hold Stiles felt his arm come to rest underneath his head, Derek’s bicep acting as a pillow as he laid back down against the firm muscle. The older man moved forward nuzzling his neck, stubble grazing over his skin, before he settled on Stile’s shoulder. Hot air passes over his ear as the other man breathed in and out. He could feel his heart speeding up from the proximity.
“Go to sleep Stiles,” was murmured against his skin. He felt the arm around his waist tighten, but not uncomfortably. It was like he was a lifeline for Derek. A leg slid between his as he closed his eyes. He felt the werewolf inch closer, as if he was trying to make them one. Stiles felt his heart slowing down as he felt Derek’s own heart beat strongly against his back. It was soothing like a lullaby.
Stiles opened his eyes and stared at the blackness of the room. He didn’t think he was asleep for that long the room was still cloaked in darkness and the clock said only ten minutes had passed since he glanced at it before climbing into bed.
Looking down Stiles saw Derek’s arm had gone lax, no longer holding him in that viselike grip. He moved his hand down and let his fingers glide over the corded muscle under tanned skin before moving the entire arm so it wasn’t over his waist anymore. He tossed a quick look to the older man and saw that he didn’t move an inch, as barely audible snores escaped his lips. Stiles slid to the edge of the bed, the leg between his easily slipping free. Turning to get up stiles was jerked back as Derek gripped his forearm.
“Where are you going?” Derek asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.
“Bathroom,” Stiles replied, running his hands over Derek’s arm for a few second. The older man let his arm go and rolled over he could make out the head nodding, but he couldn’t discern what the man had said.
Shaking his head, Stiles got out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. He just needed to get away from things even for just a little while. He had doubt in his mind that he loved Derek. It was just times like this he doubted the other man loved him.
Walking to the bathroom he stepped inside and flipped the switch and let out shaky laugh. A bathroom was another place with walls, here they were porcelain and tended to muffle sound a little bit better then the walls in Derek’s room. It was here that he often found sanctuary when he needed to get away from the other man and needed time to think. A long hot shower and the peace and quiet of this room helped immensely.
He walked into the room and took in a deep breath smelling the hint of water that still perforated the air. Looking to his left he saw black a towel on the rack that was still a little damp. He had to smile as he remembered that even in the bathroom the main maintained his love of the monochromatic colors. He walked over to the towel and ran a hand over the soft cotton feeling the wetness.
A bit of color caught his eye and he looked towards it. The color was bright and distinctively feminine and he felt a chill go up his spine. He turned to look at it completely and saw it was a bright pink towel that could only be one person’s.
Erica had been here in this bathroom. She could have easily used the one downstairs or the one down the hall. Erica was not supposed to be in here! This was Stiles’ place. He needed somewhere that the two omegas wouldn’t come in this house. There were only two places that the Omegas didn’t usually go into. This bathroom, since Derek and himself used it alone and their bedroom which he knew that Derek wouldn’t allow them to enter at all. He felt livid at the thought that she was in here and cleaning herself after what she had just done with Derek. It hurt, a lot. This was his special place.
Santuary. This was his sanctuary here.