Sterek Derek sighed and stared straight ahead. "Stiles, you're loud."
"Hey, I know I'm talkative, but I'm excited about seeing my dad and everyone else."
Derek shook his head. "Not right now. You're loud. When we have sex. Really, really loud. As in 'wake the next door neighbors if we had them and the windows' are open loud. " Words: 1265 complete
Short and sweet! Stiles is one of my favourite characters, because he does everything with passion and enthusiasm. And of course, enthusiasm is almost always LOUD! By the way, I love the Sheriff in this!
"That's settled, then." John walked over to the fridge, opened it, looked at his son and son-in-law and questioned. "Top or bottom?"
Stiles went from pale to pink in seconds, but looked his father straight in the eye. "Uhm. Okay, then. Well, it really depends. Either works for us, we kinda like to mix things up, depending on what we're feeling."
"For Christ's sake, son!"
Derek jumped in. "He'll have the domestic, I'll take one from the bottom shelf."
Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. "What he said." He put his arms around Derek's waist and pulled him in close, whispering in his ear, "When dad walks Peach, I wanna be the import."