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Derek woke with a start covered in sweat on Melissa McCall’s couch, his partners curled up on the floor in front of him watching some movie.  Derek felt a little bad about falling asleep because he promised Stiles he would watch whatever was playing, but the heat was too much.  He got up to pee and get some water, shaking his head to try and push the sleep away.  He yawned as he filled his cup full of water, rubbing his face.  They were all there to not only celebrate the 4th of July and Melissa’s birthday a few days later, but they were also there on business.  After being together for over a year, Stiles and Scott had convinced Derek to open a restaurant; the only thing they were arguing about was whether to open it in Beacon Hills or in their college town.  Derek went into the living room drinking the water as Stiles got up stretching.  He smiled warmly at Derek and held his hand out for the glass, which Derek handed over after a second.

“Doing ok, Bear?” Stiles asked as he took the water.  Derek nodded and shifted his weight to his other leg, his hand brushing over a much thicker thigh than when he first met Scott and Stiles.  In the past year and a half he had put on quite a bit of weight between Scott and Stiles consistently feeding him baked goods as well as the time it took to complete his thesis.  Working out had become little more than a fantasy, but Derek didn’t mind really because he liked how the added weight gave him curves under his favorite mini-skirt.

“Yeah…  What time is it?” Stiles checked his phone.

“Almost two, no wonder I’m starved.  You hungry?”  Derek nodded a little.

“We should get pizza,” Scott mumbled from Stiles’s lap and Stiles looked up at Derek with raised eyebrows.

“We could go to Fulton’s Pizza,” Derek suggested and Scott sat straight up.  

“Oh, fuck yeah!” He shouted and they all got up to change out of their pajamas quickly, piled into Stiles’s Jeep, and drove to the restaurant where they got pizza and beer.

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