fic: last night's dress (tiptoe out of this mess), derek/stiles, 2/?januarylightJuly 21 2012, 18:52:39 UTC
Two hours into Stiles' shift, Derek shows up while Stiles is shelving The Spiderwick Chronicles in his newly created Awesome Reads Are Awesome! section. Librarian Lucy wants him to rename it Fun Books for Summer, but Stiles is resistant, plus has already made the sign. His sign has glitter! Librarian Lucy should understand these things.
Stiles pushes the last book into place and turns to grab his sparkly sign, but Derek is suddenly right behind him and Stiles ends up grabbing Derek's hip instead of his paper.
"Derek!" Stiles whispers. "I am at work! You know what's not okay at work? Getting me fired."
"If you don't want me to make a scene," Derek says, and looks pointedly at Stiles' hand.
"Then don't loom at me unexpectedly!" Stiles yanks his hand back. "I thought I'd broken you of that habit. What do you want?"
"You can't send me a message like that and then ask me what the hell I want!" Derek leans down over Stiles, and his furious whisper has more force when it's coming from such a close distance, when Stiles can feel Derek's breath on his face. "Your booty call?"
Derek's voice rises incredulously on the children's-section-inappropriate-phrase, and Stiles sees Librarian Lucy's antennae rise curiously and her gaze zero in on them from her place behind the desk, so he pulls Derek behind the shelves, back into gardening and horticulture, where nobody ever comes.
"Shut up!" Stiles hisses. "This is where I work!"
Derek looks around, appearing to register their location for the first time. He looks interested, and Stiles has the sudden, sick suspicion that Derek is going to be as territorial about Stiles' workplace as he is about Stiles' home, but, "I know," Derek says. "Take a break."
"Wait outside," Stiles tells him. "I'll be out when I finish my section."
Derek leaves, and Stiles pins his amazing sign up sloppily, because he already knows it's going to be sacrificed to the cause.
"Hey Lucy," he says casually, leaning on the counter by her computer. He isn't due a break for another hour, and he'd said he wouldn't take one to make up for being late. "Okay if I wait to change the name of the section until after I come back from my break?"
Librarian Lucy doesn't even glance at the sign.
"Who was your friend?" she asks, voice tightly controlled.
"Oh," Stiles says. "Really?" He'd kind of thought she might be bibliosexual, attracted only to books and dewey decimals and maybe her jealously guarded computerised card catalogue. Her eyes flash with anger whenever she catches Stiles looking at it, like she thinks he's going to accidentally hit a key and somehow bring about the end of the lending library in its current state. Or maybe she's just afraid he'll screw her system up and she'll have to stay late to fix it.
Either way, Stiles likes it when her eyes flash, so he does it a lot.
"He's recently divorced," Stiles tells her. "I'm helping him through this difficult time, and I really think we're close to achieving something really significant--"
"Go," she says. "Now."
Stiles flees.
*
"What the hell?" Derek yells. He's loitering by the bicycle rack outside the front door, so Stiles drags him around the building to the drop-off box for returns. Nobody ever uses it when the library is open, so it's a favourite place for employees to have a smoke or a screaming argument, and if anybody sees you having the latter they'll always find somewhere else to have the former.
"He heard you coming in my window last night!" Stiles says, his own voice rising. "That isn't my fault!"
"He thinks we're screwing? You let him think we're what, dating?"
"No," Stiles says. "But depending on how often he's heard you creeping through my window this week I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to tell him."
"He's going to kill me."
"I'm nineteen. He's not going to kill you, just threaten to. And clean his gun at the breakfast table."
"Why didn't you tell him we aren't sleeping together?"
"I thought about it," Stiles says, though he'd been too shocked to think much of anything at the time. "But then I thought about what I'd say to explain your presence in my bedroom in the middle of the night and your early morning escape through the window, and I had no thoughts on that at all. Do you?"
Stiles pushes the last book into place and turns to grab his sparkly sign, but Derek is suddenly right behind him and Stiles ends up grabbing Derek's hip instead of his paper.
"Derek!" Stiles whispers. "I am at work! You know what's not okay at work? Getting me fired."
"If you don't want me to make a scene," Derek says, and looks pointedly at Stiles' hand.
"Then don't loom at me unexpectedly!" Stiles yanks his hand back. "I thought I'd broken you of that habit. What do you want?"
"You can't send me a message like that and then ask me what the hell I want!" Derek leans down over Stiles, and his furious whisper has more force when it's coming from such a close distance, when Stiles can feel Derek's breath on his face. "Your booty call?"
Derek's voice rises incredulously on the children's-section-inappropriate-phrase, and Stiles sees Librarian Lucy's antennae rise curiously and her gaze zero in on them from her place behind the desk, so he pulls Derek behind the shelves, back into gardening and horticulture, where nobody ever comes.
"Shut up!" Stiles hisses. "This is where I work!"
Derek looks around, appearing to register their location for the first time. He looks interested, and Stiles has the sudden, sick suspicion that Derek is going to be as territorial about Stiles' workplace as he is about Stiles' home, but, "I know," Derek says. "Take a break."
"Wait outside," Stiles tells him. "I'll be out when I finish my section."
Derek leaves, and Stiles pins his amazing sign up sloppily, because he already knows it's going to be sacrificed to the cause.
"Hey Lucy," he says casually, leaning on the counter by her computer. He isn't due a break for another hour, and he'd said he wouldn't take one to make up for being late. "Okay if I wait to change the name of the section until after I come back from my break?"
Librarian Lucy doesn't even glance at the sign.
"Who was your friend?" she asks, voice tightly controlled.
"Oh," Stiles says. "Really?" He'd kind of thought she might be bibliosexual, attracted only to books and dewey decimals and maybe her jealously guarded computerised card catalogue. Her eyes flash with anger whenever she catches Stiles looking at it, like she thinks he's going to accidentally hit a key and somehow bring about the end of the lending library in its current state. Or maybe she's just afraid he'll screw her system up and she'll have to stay late to fix it.
Either way, Stiles likes it when her eyes flash, so he does it a lot.
"He's recently divorced," Stiles tells her. "I'm helping him through this difficult time, and I really think we're close to achieving something really significant--"
"Go," she says. "Now."
Stiles flees.
*
"What the hell?" Derek yells. He's loitering by the bicycle rack outside the front door, so Stiles drags him around the building to the drop-off box for returns. Nobody ever uses it when the library is open, so it's a favourite place for employees to have a smoke or a screaming argument, and if anybody sees you having the latter they'll always find somewhere else to have the former.
"He heard you coming in my window last night!" Stiles says, his own voice rising. "That isn't my fault!"
"He thinks we're screwing? You let him think we're what, dating?"
"No," Stiles says. "But depending on how often he's heard you creeping through my window this week I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to tell him."
"He's going to kill me."
"I'm nineteen. He's not going to kill you, just threaten to. And clean his gun at the breakfast table."
"Why didn't you tell him we aren't sleeping together?"
"I thought about it," Stiles says, though he'd been too shocked to think much of anything at the time. "But then I thought about what I'd say to explain your presence in my bedroom in the middle of the night and your early morning escape through the window, and I had no thoughts on that at all. Do you?"
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