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Fic Slow Dancing
7/8/14 23:02Just a little fic. Nothing belongs to me, not making any money off it
The first time Derek pulled Stiles into a lazy waltz around the kitchen; Stiles was so startled, he tripped over his own feet. The werewolf compensated for his human mate’s natural klutziness as he danced them around the small room.
It didn’t take long for Stiles to get used to Derek randomly grabbing him and spinning him around. Even when there wasn’t music. It wasn’t something Stiles would have thought he would enjoy; his dancing was more of the flail around and look like a fool in nature.
But the more times Derek pulled Stiles into his arms, the more it became familiar. It even became something he looked forward to.
Stiles smiled as familiar arms slid around his waist as the opening strains to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” poured out of the speakers from the iPod dock. As he leaned back against Derek, the werewolf slowly turned him until Stiles was facing him. Stiles smiled as they swayed to the music. “Do you lurk in the hallway waiting for a slow song to rotate through?” Stiles asked as Derek spun them around in a circle.
A smile quirked across Derek’s lips as he pulled Stiles closer, pressing his nose to his mate’s throat. “I’ll never tell,” he whispered.
“Is that so?” Stiles questioned. He smiled more broadly as Derek’s arms tightened, nestling into his mate’s arms. He didn’t care what the reasoning was or how he did it, he really loved Derek’s sneaky slow dancing habits.
The first time Derek pulled Stiles into a lazy waltz around the kitchen; Stiles was so startled, he tripped over his own feet. The werewolf compensated for his human mate’s natural klutziness as he danced them around the small room.
It didn’t take long for Stiles to get used to Derek randomly grabbing him and spinning him around. Even when there wasn’t music. It wasn’t something Stiles would have thought he would enjoy; his dancing was more of the flail around and look like a fool in nature.
But the more times Derek pulled Stiles into his arms, the more it became familiar. It even became something he looked forward to.
Stiles smiled as familiar arms slid around his waist as the opening strains to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” poured out of the speakers from the iPod dock. As he leaned back against Derek, the werewolf slowly turned him until Stiles was facing him. Stiles smiled as they swayed to the music. “Do you lurk in the hallway waiting for a slow song to rotate through?” Stiles asked as Derek spun them around in a circle.
A smile quirked across Derek’s lips as he pulled Stiles closer, pressing his nose to his mate’s throat. “I’ll never tell,” he whispered.
“Is that so?” Stiles questioned. He smiled more broadly as Derek’s arms tightened, nestling into his mate’s arms. He didn’t care what the reasoning was or how he did it, he really loved Derek’s sneaky slow dancing habits.
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