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Something was off. Scratch that, something was more than off.
Derek woke up in bed alone and to rattling noises coming from the general direction of the closet and the overhead light turning on. He looked at the clock on the table next to him. It was 7:30. He groaned and ducked his head back under the pillow.
“Hey, you’re up,” he heard Stiles say from the direction of the closet. “Good you can help me.”
Slowly and reluctantly, Derek took the pillow off of his head and turned to face him. Stiles was wearing a light blue button-down shirt tucked into khaki pants and was holding up two ties.
“What?” he asked, enjoying the way the pants actually fit Stiles unlike his stupid baggy jeans he insisted on wearing.
“Which tie says that I’m professional, but I’m also the fun teacher?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
“Good point,” Stiles said. “I should call Lydia, but she’s probably in a meeting. She’s always in a meeting.”
“She works at NASA,” Derek pointed out.
“Another good point,” Stiles nodded, looking at the ties. “I think I’ll go with orange, it is the complementary color to blue.”
Stiles stood in front of the dresser, tying his tie as he looked into the mirror that was on the wall. Derek pushed the covers off of him and came up behind Stiles, placing his hands on his hips and nuzzling his neck. He smelled like citrus soap and mint toothpaste and those shouldn’t be the most arousing smells in the world.
“You’re naked,” Stiles said, stretching his neck to give Derek better access as his lips moved against his skin.
“You were too before you showered and got dressed.”
“Yeah, well I have to be at school in half an hour,” Stiles said. “And it’s my first year teaching and I’m kind of freaking out and want to make a good impression.”
“They’re five year-olds, Stiles,” Derek said. “I think you’ll do fine.”
Stiles still didn’t look convinced as he finished tying his tie. “But what about my fellow teachers? I’m 23, I’m going to be the youngest one there.”
“Boyd is only a few months older than you and it’s his first year teaching too.”
“Yeah, but Boyd looks older than 23,” Stiles said. “And he’s got this smile that makes everyone just kind of melt. When we were student teaching together he let the kids climb him like a jungle gym. How am I supposed to compete with that?”
“Since when is teaching a competition?” Derek asked, placing his hands on Stiles’ tense shoulders.
“It’s not,” Stiles sighed, leaning back against Derek. “Can I skip school and stay at home and be your secretary like I was all summer?”
“Sorry, Erica got the job.”
“Great, now we’re spouse swapping,” Stiles said, then froze. “Uh, I mean significant other swapping. They’re married, but we’re not. Which is fine. We can’t get married in California anyway and who needs marriage?”
“Stiles, we’ve had this discussion a thousand times, we don’t need to get married to-.”
“-Prove how much we love each other, I know,” Stiles finished.
Derek didn’t press the subject anymore, moving around Stiles to open the dresser drawer and get out a pair of underwear. He was putting them on when he saw the faint outline of Stiles’ tattoo from under his shirt.
“You might want to put on an undershirt,” Derek said, nodding toward his back.
Stiles turned around so that he could see his back in the mirror and groaned. “Great. Can you hand me one?”
Derek took an undershirt from one of the drawers and placed it on top of the dresser. He untied Stiles’ tie and placed that on the dresser as well before unbuttoning his shirt. Derek’s lips found his neck once more, being careful not to leave any marks as he kissed Stiles’ skin.
Stiles let out a soft sigh as Derek pushed the shirt off of his shoulders. He brought a hand up to Derek’s hair, toying with the dark strands. “I’m gonna be late.”
“No, you’ll be late for being early,” Derek said, kissing across Stiles’ collarbone. “You’ve got time.”
“I know,” Stiles said, head tilting back and eyes closing as Derek kissed further down his chest.
His mouth traveled all the way down to the top of Stiles’ pants, tongue running through the dark trail of hair on his stomach. Stiles shivered before placing his hands on Derek’s shoulders and moving him away.
“No,” Stiles said. “No, I am not letting you give me a blowjob before I teach a bunch of five year-olds.”
“Are you sure?” Derek asked, standing up and cupping Stiles through his pants.
“Yep,” Stiles nodded, snatching his discarded clothes from the dresser and moving away from Derek.
Derek shook his head, watching as Stiles put on the undershirt and then slipped his button-down back on. He glanced at his watch and groaned, buttoning his shirt up quickly before tucking it into his pants.
“I’m going to be late to be early and Boyd is going to just stare at me and he’ll just know,” Stiles said, tying his tie once again. “This is your entire fault, Derek.”
It was hard to resist rolling his eyes, but Derek thought he did a pretty good job. Stiles was already out of the bedroom though and making his way downstairs. Derek followed at a much slower pace, reaching the kitchen where Stiles had a piece of toast in his mouth and was pulling his backpack onto his back.
He shoved the rest of the toast into his mouth and headed toward the front door, Derek right behind him. As soon as Stiles’ mouth was free of toast, Derek grabbed his cheek and turned his head, kissing him.
“Are you still going on a day trip to check out that abandoned manor with Laura?” Stiles asked once they had parted.
“Yeah, I’ll be back by seven.”
“Take some pictures for me.”
“Laura will.”
“I know she will,” Stiles said, pressing his lips against Derek’s again.
“Everything’s going to be fine,” Derek said. “You’ll be great. And when I get home we can talk about the whole marriage thing.”
“Really?” Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Of course,” Derek nodded.
Stiles smiled and then wrapped his arms around Derek. “I just- I hate telling people that you’re my boyfriend or my partner. I want to tell people you’re my husband.”
“I know.”
“Something permanent would be nice.”
Derek kissed Stiles again before ushering him toward the door. Stiles glanced at his watch again and practically pounced toward the door. He dashed down the porch steps and headed toward the garage, turning around when he got to the door.
Even after all this time Derek couldn’t help but stare. Short brown hair, big amber eyes, ridiculously full lips, pale skin marked with freckles and moles that Derek had memorized. He was perfect. Stiles was perfect and he was all Derek’s.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, babe.”
Derek just grinned at Stiles from the porch. “I don’t need to take a picture since I’m going to be spending the rest of my life with you.”
Stiles responded by giving him a huge, beaming smile.
And if that was the only thing Derek saw again for the rest of his life, then things would be more than okay.
Things would finally be perfect.
The End.