This was written for the lovely tardis_mafia
Thank-you Hon, it was very fun to write this little Sterek drabble for you! :D
Stiles was fuming when the jeep’s tires screeched to a halt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this mad. He had been promised something and that promise wasn’t kept. Stiles let out a harsh breath as he climbed out of the jeep, slamming the door shut behind him. Normally he would have been worried that he did damage to the ancient jeep but right now that was the last thing on his mind. He made quick work of the stairs, taking two at a time, making his way to the very top, to the loft. To his loft. It was a trip he usually enjoyed making, with a smile on his face but today was not one of those times. He let out a huff as his anger at said man just seemed to build with every step he got closer to that door. Stiles knew that he should probably knock but instead he pulled the door open and stepped inside.“You are a real ass at times you know that?” Stiles said when he caught sight of the man his anger was directed at. He pointed his finger at him and noticed his hands were shaking, he quickly pulled his arm back close to him. Derek looked up from the book in his hands and tilted his head to the side as he took in the sight of a very angry Stiles. He could smell the anger radiating off the younger man. “What have I done this time?” Derek sat the book down and stood up.“You…you…” Stiles lost his words as he saw Derek’s eyes flash bright blue before turning back to their normal hazel. Stiles swallowed hard around the lump that was now forming in his throat. “You promised me that you were coming over to have dinner with my dad and me. I even cooked. When do I ever cook? And guess what you missed the whole thing.” He folded his arms across his chest as he watched Derek closely. He knew that Derek could sense when his anger started to mix with slight fear. It wasn’t fear of Derek. The fear was that whenever he got angry with Derek, that Derek would get mad enough in return and break things off with him. Stiles couldn’t handle that. “That wasn’t tonight…” Derek shook his head at Stiles.Stiles let out a harsh laugh. “It WAS tonight.” He tightened his arms around himself as a smirk came on the taller man’s face. His stupidly gorgeous face.Derek stepped closer to Stiles, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. Stiles was watching him closely and Derek couldn’t help it when his smile grew. Derek couldn’t help that he found Stiles adorable when he was stressed out. “Stiles you said the 4th, today is only the 3rd…” Derek opened his text message and held the phone out to Stiles. “Why would I say the 4th, Dad had tonight off, I am pretty sure I said…” Stiles stopped himself short as he glanced that the text message. He felt the blush creep into his cheeks. Derek took the phone back from Stiles, who was staring at it mouth open like he was about to say more but the words were failing him. He walked back over to couch and sat back down where he was. “So am I still an ass, for missing something that this text clearly says is tomorrow night?” Derek’s smirk grew as he looked up at Stiles. Stiles pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. “No…I guess it was my fault. But wipe that smirk off your face.” He slowly unfolded his arms, finally feeling the anger leave him but only to be replaced with embarrassment. How could he have been so stupid to think that Derek wouldn’t have shown up to something he had promised to be at. Stiles let out a sigh as he saw the smirk grow even more on Derek’s face. “I said stop smirking…you ass…” “Come over here and make me.” Derek raised his eyebrows at Stiles but the smirk was still in place.Stiles let out a huff and crossed the loft to the couch in a few long strides. He reached down and placed his hand over Derek’s mouth but could still feel the smirk firmly in place. “It’s not nice to smirk, just because you were right and I was wrong!” Derek reached up and grabbed Stiles around the waist and pulled him down, quickly flipping them over so he was hovering about the younger man. “I said make me…that was a pretty pour attempt at keeping the smirk off my face.” “Ugh really, warn a guy when you’re going to do that.” Stiles placed both hands on Derek’s shoulders. He pulled himself up and pressed his lips against Derek’s, finally feeling the smirk leave the other’s lips, as Derek started to kiss him back. Stiles broke the kiss after a few minutes. “Was that a better attempt?”Derek’s smirk came back and he nodded. Stiles let out a chuckle and then leaned up and pressed their lips back together. If kissing Derek kept the smirk off his face, Stiles would glad do it all night!
Come Over Here and Make Me
A Sterek Drabble