Moment of Clarity || Stiles/Derek || Explicit
Moment of Clarity
Stiles/Derek, 4700-ish words, Explicit
notes of dub-con that are resolved, sex-pollen fic
"Is this for sure what you've been smelling in the preserve and can you track it?" Deaton asked, offering him a small bowl. Stiles felt like stepping out and slapping it from Derek's hands but Derek brought it to his face and sniffed deeper than at the Jeep before anyone could suggest that this might be a supremely bad idea.
Not that any of their ideas as a collective pack were winners, but this was actively bad.
Stiles/Derek, 4700-ish words, Explicit
notes of dub-con that are resolved, sex-pollen fic
"Is this for sure what you've been smelling in the preserve and can you track it?" Deaton asked, offering him a small bowl. Stiles felt like stepping out and slapping it from Derek's hands but Derek brought it to his face and sniffed deeper than at the Jeep before anyone could suggest that this might be a supremely bad idea.
Not that any of their ideas as a collective pack were winners, but this was actively bad.