BROKEN PARTS TOGETHER

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Isaac keeps up the gentle swaying, his head resting against Stiles’. “Because I want to marry you. It doesn’t have to be now, hell we could even have a super long engagement if you wanted.” He sighs, nuzzling at Stiles, “I don’t want to lose you during college. We might not even be in the same state, after all.” Isaac had been planning in-state to be cheaper.

        "I want to marry you too, Isaac, but what are you scared of losing me to? I know the distance is a problem, but I'll be home every break." He draws back then, arms loosening as his gaze rises to meet the werewolf's. "Besides, don't we already have an engagement to be engaged? I know it's not quite as obvious as a ring, but still."

     His head rests against Stiles’, never pausing in their dance. Isaac gives a little sigh at the reaction before continuing. “…Have you thought about the possibility or marriage at all?” It was asked tentatively, as if he expected to be rejected and the idea shot down. Maybe he was moving too fast. Maybe they should wait. Isaac was sure that he wanted this, though.

        He’s tempted to draw back and attempt to meet Isaac’s gaze, but something tells him such a thing might be seen as the beginning of a rejection, so he stifles the urge. “Yeah, a bit. The last time you asked about it, mostly. How come?” Stiles is still of the opinion that it’s best to wait until after college – mostly for the sake of keeping his father from having a coronary.

        “ well,  i mean---  i could be kidding if you want.   what did one hand say to the other?   i got you,  bro.   wait,  no;  i skipped a line.   can i try again?   dad? ”    he could totally demon-magic the id to look like someone else's,  or even switch it with someone else's entirely,  but he's always tried to be as human as possible for his dad.   if it's up to him,  the sheriff will never know what he is.

Giving Stiles time to calm down and realize who was there, he was instantly relieved when he felt the other sling himself into an embrace. Wrapping his arms around him, Derek’s face buried into the crook of Stiles’ neck as he inhaled his scent. He avoided a fight for now. Derek considered that a win. When he pulled back, still Derek didn’t say anything as he stood and began plucking off the clothing from his frame. Stripping down to nothing, the wolf slipped into the bed beside him, snaking his arms back around Stiles. Settling down behind him, his lips pressed against the back of his neck. “I’ve missed you.”

He gets back under the covers while waiting for Derek to undress, turning over so there's space behind him. His heart is still jackrabbiting in his chest, adrenaline pumping through him, but it'll fade -- hopefully sooner rather than later. Once the werewolf is in bed, he scoots closer, eyes closing. "I missed you too, Der." There's a moment of pause as he contemplates continuing, though he only ends up adding on one more phrase. "...Sorry about your wall." He'll fix it eventually, but for now the duct tape will cover the hole.