#nikaaa

It had been raining all morning and Derek loved every minute of it. He’d woken early to the light snores of Stiles beside him, and as he decided he wouldn’t wake him, he also decided to go for a run. 

The morning hit him brightly. He felt the cool air on his nude skin, the sun peaking through the trees surrounding their little house... It felt magical in that moment, and so he shifted and ran. He ran and ran for what felt like hours. The tug on his fur, the rush of blood through his bones and the burning beneath his paws - so vivid. Derek grinned. He felt alive.

Stiles, on the other hand, was having a fantastic dream about sleeping. It was so good, in fact, that he slept even harder. That only changed when he felt the soft touch of plush lips against his neck. “Mmm, tickly”, he mumbled in his sleep. Derek breathed a laugh, and Stiles felt the hairs on his neck rise. “Mm Derek stop, I’m sleeping”. Derek smirked and ran his hands along Stiles’ back with light pressure before finally settling on his shoulders. There he massaged Stiles while he kissed at his man’s neck, whispering very sexy things like “I’ll make you pancakes with bacon if you turn around and kiss me” and “I’ll vacuum the house today”. It was a hard choice, Stiles admits.