(Sometimes I Dream of You)
"Hide and seek," Stiles says and chuckles.
"It never works, I always find you," Derek mutters and Stiles laughs again.
"This time you wont, I’ve got a really good place," Stiles disappears from view and Derek hauls himself from under the
car, finds him lounging on the hood. There’s a strip of skin between
his jeans and his t-shirt, that line of hair just taunting him because
Derek knows what it feels like under his fingers. Except he can’t feel
it anymore, can’t run his tongue up at and feel the shivers in Stiles’s
body, or they noises that Stiles would make.
"Well then I don’t
want to play," Derek takes a step towards the house, brushes his hands
against his jeans and looks up to find Stiles with his arms crossed in
front of him.
"You have to Derek," he says, in the voice he used to use whenever Derek got hurt, the irritated, worried voice.
"Stiles,"
Stiles raises an eyebrow and grins, the annoying grin he used whenever
he was trying to get Derek to do something he didn’t want to. Derek
sighs.
"You have to," Stiles says, holding his hand out,
palm almost touching Derek’s chest. Derek closes his eyes because he
doesn’t want to see that, doesn’t want to see Stiles hand on him.
"Why?"
"Because you have to lose me," Stiles cocks his head to the side.
"I don’t want to," Derek walks around him and slams the door to the house, but not before Stiles’s voice echoes in his ears.
"I know"
Some things just completely break me - and this is one of them.
