First Kiss- Part 2 of the Ten Firsts Series
Title: First Kiss - 2nd Installment of the Ten Firsts Series
Author: writer_ally
Word Count: ~1600
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sterek (Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale)
Warnings: Slash, Slight Spoilers for Season 1 and 2 of Teen Wolf, AU after that
Disclaimer: Any recognisable characters are not mine, but the creation of Jeff Davis from the MTV Teen Wolf TV show, based off of the original Teen Wolf movie. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: If you don't like it, don't read it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, flames however, are not.
Authors Notes: Alright, part 2 of the 'Firsts' series. I'm not sure how I feel about this one...it didn't come out the way I was planning. I'm relatively new to the Teen Wolf fandom so I'm not 100% sure that I've written everyone as 'In Character' as I could have. Oh well, comments are love, so please let me know what you think!
First Kiss
Almost a week had passed since Derek told Stiles that he considered him to be his mate, and while Stiles had not been actively avoiding Derek, he also had done his best to not be left alone with Derek as well. His actions were confusing to the Alpha, who had thought that Stiles was alright with his intentions and felt the same way. His confusion was making him angry, and his anger was being taken out of the rest of his pack.
After their weekly pack meeting had concluded, and Stiles had practically flung himself out of the now-refurbished Hale house and into his Jeep so quickly he was almost moving at werewolf speed, Derek growled deep in his chest and barked out:
“Scott!”
Scott winced at the harsh tone and slunk over to where Derek was standing, practically vibrating with anger, making sure to stand just out of arms reach in case his Alpha lost his control and shifted. Not that he wouldn’t heal from an injury like that, but it would take a while, and it still hurt, increased healing or not.
“What has Stiles said to you about me?”
“Um, lately? Or, like, ever?”
“This week”
“Well actually he hasn’t mentioned you, which is odd because usually he’s cursing your existence or muttering about some new bruise you’ve given him when you throw him against things”
Isaac made a small noise in the back of his throat, and Derek whipped his head around to stare down the young man questioningly.
“I-he came to see me...few days ago” Isaac mumbled, though Derek and the rest of the pack could hear him just fine, and Lydia and Danny were standing close enough to the trembling teen that they too could hear his quiet words.
Derek took a steadying breath, knowing that frightening Isaac was not the way to get answers out of him. Once he felt a little bit calmer, he regarded Isaac with a level gaze.
“Isaac, tell me what Stiles said when he came to you”
Isaac let some of the tension out of his shoulders when he saw that his Alpha was not quite so angry anymore, and took a shuddering breath of his own.
“He said that you had made your intensions known, and that he accepted, but that he was...he called it ‘processing’. He had some reservations that he wanted to discuss, mainly about some physical things, but I think he just needed a sounding board really. He said he felt better after we talked, but I didn’t really tell him anything new”
“If I may?” Danny spoke up, speaking respectfully, but with a firmness that made Derek take note. Danny had been the last member added to the pack, and he was still human (‘for now’, as he still reminded Jackson) despite Derek’s offer to turn him. As everyone who knew him was well aware, Derek takes some time to warm up to new people, and so Danny had needed to prove himself to Derek, but now the Alpha completely trusted Danny as a member of his pack. Derek nodded at Danny to continue. “Stiles has never been in a homosexual relationship, which may be the cause of his trepidation. In fact, I’m not really sure that Stiles has been in that many heterosexual relationships either”
All eyes turned to Scott, who looked around, bewildered for a moment, before shrugging.
“I think he and Becky Sanders went out in 7th grade, but he hasn’t had much luck with the ladies since then”
“Which is exactly my point” Danny nodded knowingly “So not only is Stiles coming to terms with the idea of someday soon becoming permanently mated to a werewolf, he is also starting his first real relationship, and that relationship is with a man...werewolf man. Man wolf? Whatever, that’s a lot of new things on one plate, so if Stiles needs some time to ‘process’ it all, I think that’s more than fair”
Derek nodded at Danny, then waved his hand dismissively, effectively releasing the pack from their meeting a second time, since no one other than Stiles had left the first time, and then turned and stalked out of the room to consider the words of his pack.
Two days later, the problem that Derek was so concerned about resolved itself when Stiles turned up on his doorstep. Derek opened the door and waited as Stiles got out of his Jeep, dropping keys twice on his way up the porch. Once he was standing in front of Derek, Stiles finally looked up at him and grinned his lop-sided grin that Derek would never admit out loud was one of his favorite of Stiles’ smiles.
“Hi, ok so I know I’ve been weird, but I was hoping I was pulling it off so that no one would notice, however I have been informed by unnamed resources *cough* Lydia *cough* that I was not as stealthy as I thought/hoped I was being and that I need to, and I quote ‘pull my head out of my ass and come see you before you decide that I’m not worth all the trouble’. So here I am, head very far away from my ass - and we’re pretending I didn’t say that because that just got awkward - Hi” he finished lamely, face aflame with embarrassment, but refusing to break eye-contact.
Derek held the door open with one arm, and leaned down slowly, tracing his free hand gently along the side of Stiles’ cheek. When their lips were mere inches apart, Stiles’ breath caught in his chest and he ducked under Derek’s arm and into the house. Derek paused a moment, confused as to how he went from about to kiss someone to staring at his front porch, before turning on his heel and following Stiles into the house.
Stiles was in the kitchen, pulling down a glass and filling it with water from the filtered jug in the refrigerator. Derek stood in the doorway and watched him, seeing the tension in his neck and shoulders, the way he was drinking just to have something to do with his hands.
“Stiles, what’s wrong?”
Stiles’ eyes grew wide and he put the glass down on the counter as Derek moved towards him, slow enough that he saw him coming, but with the same werewolf grace that Stiles admired and found so attractive.
“Um, wrong? Nothing, I was just...”
“Processing?”
“Yes! Oh, Isaac told...well I knew that because how else would Lydia know what we had talked about? I just didn’t realise he had told you as well”
Derek once again cupped Stiles’ cheek in his large, warm hand, and was leaning towards Stiles, intent on silencing his rambling words when Stiles squeaked out:
“Wait, wait, wait!”
“What now Stiles?” Derek asked with an exasperated sigh.
“I just...I just want it to be perfect”
“What to be perfect?” Derek asked quietly, though he thought he might already know the answer.
“Our first kiss. My first kiss” Stiles said slowly, looking intently at Derek’s right earlobe. “Well, the first one that counts anyway. There was one with Becky Sanders in grade seven, but then she said I was gross and broke up with me, so I don’t really count that one”
All at once Stiles’ behaviour was understandable to Derek, and the anxiety that had been building within him (and subsequently coming out as anger directed towards his pack), lessened dramatically to hear that the young man he hoped would one day be his life-long mate was not trying to go back on his acceptance of Derek’s (for all intents and purposes) proposal, but was simply nervous, and a teenager, and acting the way that teenagers are supposed to act. Derek mentally slapped himself for once again jumping to the worst possible conclusions, and then stepped forward, ignoring the jump in Stiles’ pulse, and pulled the slightly smaller frame into a warm embrace.
“Oh! I...yeah ok, this is nice” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shoulder, where his face was firmly planted. He slowly relaxed and wrapped his arms around Derek as well, inhaling the spicy, woodsy smell that he had come to associate with safety and protection.
Derek had his nose buried in Stiles’ hair, which was longer now than when they had first met, and held the distinct smells of Stiles’ shampoo, a hint of mint, and a smell that was entirely, indescribably Stiles. As he inhaled, his wolf settled down from his anxious pacing and sighed ‘mate’, causing Derek to tighten his grip just a touch, and breathe a little more deeply.
After a few minutes of simply holding one another, Derek released Stiles, but didn’t let him go far. Instead he pressed their foreheads together, looking down into the amber eyes that made his insides melt a little, and listened to Stiles’ heartbeat calm down, and for the stutter in his breathing to abate, before he slowly leaned down to close the distance between their lips. Stiles gasped softly into the kiss, his eyelids fluttering closed so that Derek could feel the petal soft caress of his eyelashes brushing his cheek, and the younger man melted into the kiss. To Derek, that kiss was everything: a promise, a declaration, desire, passion, warmth, love, everything, and when he carefully pulled back he saw those same emotions reflected back into his own eyes from Stiles’, and he knew that those were the lips he was going to kiss for the rest of his life.
“There” he said softly, so as to not break the moment “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Stiles stared up at Derek for a moment, stunned, before a small, soft, shy smile appeared on his face as he shook his head.
“No, that was perfect”
Derek happened to agree. And he also had a new favorite Stiles smile.