[ Satisfied and able to get control of himself before he does something he'll regret, Derek looks down at Stiles intently, red gone from his eyes but a heat spreading under his skin. There's something drastically different about the amber brown eyes he's looking into, almost scanning them as he remembers the Bambi-eyed stare he got in the police station less than five years ago. ]
I'm all for showing.
[ If that comes out in a low rumble, pushing on an easy growl, well. He's not quite got himself reigned in completely, his constantly burning anger replaced by a love potion that has him leaning in the rest of the way, pressing his lips to Stiles'. ]
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I'm all for showing.
[ If that comes out in a low rumble, pushing on an easy growl, well. He's not quite got himself reigned in completely, his constantly burning anger replaced by a love potion that has him leaning in the rest of the way, pressing his lips to Stiles'. ]