Anonymous said: "The One with the Nap Partners"
The One With The Nap Partners
Stiles is really fucking exhausted, and driving home from college in the cold, with only his ipod for company, hasn’t helped matters. When he pulls into the driveway, he blinks, not entirely convinced he’s home. The lack of the cruiser tells Stiles that his dad isn’t back yet; Stiles weighs the idea of carrying his crap inside by himself and decides to leave it in the car due to the high probability that he’ll trip over his feet in an attempt to get inside.
The house still smells the same, even to Stiles’ non wolfy nose, and it’s comforting, like the memories of his mom when he was a kid. Stumbling upstairs, Stiles pushes open the door to his room and kicks off his shoes, pulling his sweater off over his head, and he’s about to unbutton his pants when he stops and stares at his bed. More specifically, he stares at Derek on his bed.
What the fuck.
Stiles is way too fucking tired for this.