FBI (For Basic Idiots)

You Think Too Much

Holy crap.

Derek is kissing her.

Right now.

She’s wished for this moment for 14 years!

And crap! Now, he’s pulling away, because she’s too busy with her racing thoughts to kiss him back.

“You think too much.” Derek says (like he knows her just that well, and face it, she thinks, he actually does, and s**t, how could she be so oblivious for so damn long?!) He chuckles quietly (like he can hear her damn thoughts or something), and lifts a hand to gently swipe her beautifully wild hair out of her face.

“Sorry.” Stiles mumbles, mainly because she’s dumbstruck right now and doesn’t know what else to say.

Derek puffs out another quiet chuckle, leans his forehead down against hers (enjoys the tiny hitch of breath his sensitive ears pick up over her thudding heart.) “Don’t think.” He whispers, his own breath hitching when her wide amber orbs settle on him. “Just kiss me.”

He slowly leans again, and this time, when his lips press to hers, Stiles is ready for it, and holy frigging crap, the moment he kisses her, she swears that her mind finally stops racing; finally halts; finally empties. And Stiles has never felt so much peace as her hands quickly find his lightly stubbled cheeks and bring him closer.

Derek presses a smile to her lips. One hand settles over her waist, bringing her front flush against his own. His other hand skates gently over her cheek, around to the back of her neck and up into those wonderfully soft thick locks.

He pulls her closer and crowds her in all at once, and Stiles all too eagerly opens her mouth when she feels his tongue flickering against her lips. She bites back a moan out of embarrassment when his tongue meets her own, but in doing so, she can’t help sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and biting down on it. She still feels mortified for that split second before he’s letting out a low groan. His other hand reaches up to cup her cheek as he moves his lips and tongue more enthusiastically against her own.

Derek slowly backs them both up, smirks into their heated kiss when the bed touches the backs of her knees and she lets presses a surprised gasp to his lips as they both go tumbling down. He only lets go so they don’t bump heads, smiles as she bounces a little and lets out that sweet little laugh of hers as he goes down with her. He’s careful not to put his weight on her, forearms and knees pressed to the mattress either side of her waist and head.

“OK, after we get done with some more smooches, you’re gonna need to explain HOW your smooches give me brain freeze, because holy crap on a cracker, that’s awesome!”

Derek chuckles as her hands slowly slide over his shoulders to link around the back of his neck. “Brain freeze? Isn’t that a bad thing?” He arches a brow, looks slightly confused, but it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is Stiles.

God, he really is pathetic.

He may (definitely will) need to talk to Scott about this whole cliché soul mate thing...

“Physically, yes. Nobody likes brain freeze.” Stiles grins, tells him. “Without sounding corny as f**k – when you kissed me my mind went completely silent... for the first time in a long time.” She smiles bashfully, feels stupid, even though he’s not teasing her about it, simply staring back at her with a small smile.

“And that’s a good thing?” Derek asks, leans down so that their faces are just a mere inch apart.

Stiles smiles, nods lightly, causing their lips to almost meet again. “If you knew me, but at all, Derek, you wouldn’t even have to ask that question.”

Derek smirks at her snooty tone. “Just making sure.” He leans further down, the tips of their noses now touching. “Before I smooch you again.”

Stiles’ laugh is cut short when he leans all the way down and presses his mouth back to her own. She keeps one hand pressed to the back of his neck as the other moves up, and she’s so glad now more than ever that she’s long since outgrown her habit of biting her nails when she rakes her fingers through his choppy black tufts and over his scalp and he lets out low rumbling growl that vibrates deeply. Her thighs instinctively press together the moment she feels the almost unbearable ache between them. Her heart races even harder then, because he seems to notice, breathes her in deeply, and Stiles feels her cheeks fill with fricking fire. He pulls his mouth from hers then, and Stiles only doesn’t protest because then his mouth is on her throat instead.

Derek presses a kiss to the spot under her ear; to the pocket of skin where her natural scent is most prominent. He smiles when she shivers, presses his nose there and breathes in deeply... and the wolf inside simply flops down onto its belly with him. “f**k. So good...” Her sweet little laugh fills his ears again and Derek’s eyes flutter at the sound; at that f*****g scent.

“Oh, it still creeps me out when you guys do that scent thing.” Stiles presses a sweet kiss to his lips when that adorable scowl is back on his perfect face. “Don’t worry, I’m over it... and it’s kinda sexy when you do it...” She rolls her eyes when a small smirk tugs at his pretty pink lips, mumbles, “Shut up, and smooch me again.”

Derek grins, doesn’t need to by told twice, quickly connects their lips again and it doesn’t take long for things to grow heated again. This time, he feels her hands slide back over his shoulders and down to slip under his shirt. She sighs softly into the kiss as she runs her fingers over him, and he feels his skin prickling with heat at every touch. He buries one hand in her hair, slides the other one down her side and over her thigh.

Stiles wraps both legs around his thick waist, and they both let out a groan of delight as their bodies press so firmly against one another. Holy f**k, she thinks, she can feel him pressed between her thighs, can feel how hard he is... how fricking big he is and just –

“Oh, I don’t wanna hear about my cousin getting off with one of my friends.” Malia groans as she plucks another beer from Lydia’s (f*****g awesome, seriously, the thing is like the f*****g Tardis) fridge.

“No! It was just getting good!” Kira yelps out, clearly distraught.

“Then, take a hike!” Lydia snaps, almost sloshing the wine clean out of her glass. “NO interrupting!”

Stiles rolls her eyes, but can’t help smirking as she nurses her own beer. She still feels giddy from the kiss, so doesn’t want to drink too much, wants to feel this way for as long as possible. And it’s the only fricking buzz she needs, as stupidly corny as that sounds.

“It’s far too much detail.” Malia grunts, glares at Stiles, who simply smirks.

“No, it’s not!” Kira whines, like the adorable child she still is at heart.

Lydia, however, scoffs, glares back at the werecoyote. “And says YOU? The one who told us all about your pegging rituals of punishment?” She scoffs out louder, takes a few angry gulps of her wine to calm herself.

“She also told us about how much c*m an Alpha produces on a full moon, which I will never be able to look at Scott the same way over EVER again.” Stiles adds, shoots her dear friend (her sister-in-law, practically) a withering look. “And the poor guy will never know why I sometimes catch myself giving him a weird look.”

Lydia snorts at that, seems very amused by that.

Kira’s mouth hangs slightly open at Stiles’ obscene words, and Stiles has to purse her lips to keep from laughing at how distraught and disturbed she looks... poor sweet girl.

Malia simply stares at all three women for a moment, looks rather lost. “I still don’t understand why humans are so taboo about s*x. It’s dumb. Humans are dumb.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Lydia tips her glass up in a silent toast before gulping the rest of its contents down.

Stiles chuckles. “You’d drink to anything, Red. That’s why I knew you and Logan would get on like two pigs in shit.”

Lydia scoffs, snootily states that in fact, “Pigs do NOT wallow in their own s**t. Or ANY other s**t. They are intelligent and very CLEAN animals. They bathe in mud to keep cool, and to keep the flies away, just like elephants. AND they even have their own little version of feng shui.”

Malia snorts as she flops down on the beanbag.

“Anyway, enough stalling.” Lydia scolds the blue eyed brunette. “I am absolutely not missing the details of badass exterior Derek Hale going all soft. I don’t give a s**t about the s*x, those details are just a bonus.”

“Oh, I just wanna hear about the sexy parts.” Kira “innocently” chimes in as she takes those dainty small sips of her beer.

Stiles chuckles as she finishes the last dregs of her own now completely warmed beer.

Malia, too – even while adamant over NOT hearing the details of her cousin’s s*x life – can’t help smirking her amusement. “He seems to like woman that are immune to his stupid charm.” She shrugs casually when they all glance at her for examples. “Um, Kate? AND Miss Blake.” She scoffs, shoots them all incredulous looks. “And Stiles told me that Cora told her that Derek told her that Paige told him where to stick that triangle when they first met.”

Stiles chuckles, nods. “I did. I did tell her that... And Cora told me that... And Der –“

“Alright!” Lydia hisses, leans across the couch to give her a light slap upside the head.

“You’re incredibly mean.” Stiles pouts, then, perks up within an instant as she asks the fashionable redhead, “Now, are you gonna help me get ready for this date, or not?”

“Do I even need to bother anymore?” Lydia asks, smirking as she pours out another (Stiles may need to have an intervention just to piss her off, if she’s not careful.)

Kira chuckles, while Malia wrinkles her nose in disgust.

Meanwhile, Stiles scoffs and sputters slightly. “And I will absolutely NOT be telling you about the sexy details... ANY of you.”

“Noo!” Kira exclaims.

“Yesss.” Malia breathes out a sigh of relief.

Lydia scoffs, snootily tells her, “Then, I revoke my highly fashionable help.”

Stiles simply glares at the redhead, but she knows she’s already lost, even before she sighs in defeat as that stupid smug red lipped smirk floods back onto the smug s**t banshee’s face.

Ugh.

Fuck her life.