Word Count: 512
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I mean, I own the box sets of seasons one and two, and I still haven’t seen three, but I still don’t own anything.
Warning: I wrote this buzzed in, like, five minutes.
Note: so this is because I got into Teen Wolf on Valentine’s Day of 2013, which means I got into Sterek a year ago and it’s been a glorious year. Also, it was a full moon last night. Hell yeah.
Summary: Happy anniversary, boys.
Stiles turns and looks at Derek from where they’re sitting on the porch, feet dangling off the slab of the concrete. He kicks his feet since he can’t reach the ground. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it soon after. It’s dusk; the sun is fading through the trees of the Preserve. Soon, the full moon will be up and Derek will lead his Pack through the woods for a run.
Derek looks over at him from the corner of his eye. “You’re staring,” he says. Stiles’ heart beats faster as if he’s nervous about getting caught and he jerks away from Derek slightly.
“What?” he asks, forcing a laugh. “Noooo – “
“You want to say something, say it.” Derek smirks – at least Stiles calls it a smirk. It’s not a frown and it’s not his genuine, ear-to-ear smile. Stiles looks down at his lap and feels more heat come into his face. He plays with a loose string from his blue jeans, fidgeting.
“It’s kind of dumb,” he admits to his lap.
“So, it’s not something completely new coming out of your mouth.” Derek looks proud of himself. Stiles looks up and glares at him in the fading light. He hates him, he swears.
“Rude,” Stiles says with a huff. Derek still looks pleased. Finally, the teenager sighs and leans over and presses a chaste kiss to Derek’s stubbly cheek before he scoots back to his original spot, ducking his head down and looking embarrassed. He feels like he could be a beacon with how hot his face feels – he is the beacon of Beacon Hills right now.
Derek finally turns and looks right at Stiles, smirk gone. In its place is one of his actual smiles.
“What was that for?”
“H-happy Valentine’s Day,” Stiles says with a squeak. He’s warm, almost like he’s stolen his father’s whiskey again. Only now he’s sober and wishes he could have some so he wouldn’t care about what Derek’s reaction is going to be. They aren’t exactly the most affectionate couple in the world. He looks up at Derek and tries to shake the ridiculous grin he’s got on his face and soon Derek is grinning back because shit, it’s contagious.
“Is it really Valentine’s Day already?” Derek asks, breaking his gaze and looking up at the sky. Stiles nods.
“I would’ve gotten you something but – “
“It’s okay, Stiles,” Derek reaches out to touch Stiles’ knee. Stiles beams – he’s the beacon once again. “But you know, if it’s Valentine’s Day it’s another day, too.”
“Yeah, it’s the full moon – “
“Yes, but – “
“It’s also Friday!”
“Yes, it is, but Stiles – “ Stiles opens his mouth to say something else, but is reduced to a squeak with Derek slips off the porch and turns so he’s standing between Stiles’ knees. He crowds into his space and leans their faces together. Stiles leans forward and presses their foreheads together.
“Happy anniversary,” Derek says with a genuine smile. Stiles finds himself smiling back before Derek leans in and presses their mouths together.