[ He could have sworn Derek was going to lean in there and kiss him, and Stiles' stomach does a flip, but before he gets a chance to react to it, to close his eyes and brace for it, Derek's on the glaive instead, and his eyes are pretty much glued to his hand.
Jesus. There is literally nothing in the world that could have prepared Stiles for that.
He does take in a breath, and his hand on the glaive comes across to cover his for a second, long fingers lightning fast against the top of his palm, before he pulls them away. ] I am kind of more of a tell guy on the show and tell kind of thing. [ He does grin, though, matching Derek's honest one with one of his own. ] But bring it on, big guy.
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Jesus. There is literally nothing in the world that could have prepared Stiles for that.
He does take in a breath, and his hand on the glaive comes across to cover his for a second, long fingers lightning fast against the top of his palm, before he pulls them away. ] I am kind of more of a tell guy on the show and tell kind of thing. [ He does grin, though, matching Derek's honest one with one of his own. ] But bring it on, big guy.