Prompt Post 02
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When Derek first sees her- haphazard brown curls and pale skin and a slightly upturned nose - he thinks that she’s pretty: soft and delicate, with rounded edges and a shy smile. Then she opens her mouth.
“So is this broody thing supposed to be, like, hot or something? Because it’s all a little Robert Pattinson meets Ryan Atwood circa season one of The OC.” The girl- Scott’s best friend, Derek thinks to himself, possibly Scott’s pack, absentmindedly runs a hand through her hair as she appraises Derek. That explains why her curls are so messy, and why something fruity and clean keeps wafting from her.
“Stiles,” Scott says, and Derek can see him giving the girl warning look. “This is Derek. He’s helping me with the whole, you know, werewolf thing.”
“Yeah, I kinda figured that when he rescued Allison from you at the party, all knight in furry armor or whatever.”
“Anyway,” Scott continues, ignoring his friend, “Derek, this is Stiles.”
“What kind of name is Stiles for a girl?” Derek asks.
“It’s from my last name, dumbass.” Derek stops the slight smirk that threatens to spread as Stiles gives him a little glare from under the fringe of her hair. “What kind of person lives in a burnt down shack in the middle of the woods?” Stiles responds hotly.
Any chance of a smiles slides off Derek’s face. “Shut up.” His voice dips into a growl and a shiver of satisfaction goes up his spine at the slight spike of fear he can smell from her.
“I can see this is going to be really great.” Scott says flatly, looking between them.
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He can’t believe she- and Scott, he guesses- would actually think he would kill someone. Derek always assumed Stiles knew he wasn’t actually going to bite her despite his threats.
At least how uncomfortably bashful she seems when she quietly apologizes- (“You had a body in your backyard, dude. It was a logical conclusion! But- yeah, sorry-“) and the way her cheeks heat up until he can smell her embarrassment almost make up for it.
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As much as it doesn’t make sense, Derek feels relieved when Scott comes to him worried he might have killed Allison. Not that Derek wants Scott’s girlfriend dead, he really doesn’t care either way, but he can hear Scott’s erratic heartbeats and smell the desperation whenever Scott mentions her name.
He always vaguely wondered if Scott felt like that about- about some other girl.
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“Seriously, you smell like death. Worse than death, actually, more like if death was dipped into a sewage treatment and then left in the sun for a few days and-”
“Stiles.” Derek says, and he has to push her name out of his throat. He’s so tired, and the shrill, frantic tone of Stile’s voice is hurting his ears. “Stop or I swear to God-”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll like rip my throat out or something, I know. Honestly, though, you don’t scare me. You’re probably too sick to even do anything.” Stiles rambles on, but stops abruptly when Derek lifts his head up and glares at her. “Yeah, okay, shutting up.”
Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply, blocking out his own stench with the fruity smell of Stiles. The nervous beating of her heart- erratic and pounding loudly against her delicate ribcage - calms him.
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