fullmoonmigraine:

Derek glared at him a little, but without much heat. “Yes,” he said, and slid his hands down to lock around Stiles’ waist, iron-like, hitch him up a little - not too much, not enough to be seen - and pin him there, against the side panel of the Jeep. “Better?” he asked mockingly, canting his head at Stiles, just daring him to disagree.

Stiles clenched his teeth when Derek grabbed him around the middle, pulled him up a little, pinning him, more sturdy, against the Jeep. He swallowed because Derek scared him, and then he nodded quickly.

“Uh…” he muttered, feeling his face heat up for no good reason as his hands pressed flat against the side of the Jeep, to help hold him up, even though Derek was doing a fine enough job of it on his own. “I-I-I-I’m fine,” he said, squishing up against the side of car as if he were going to crawl up the side of it out of Derek’s grasp.

Originally Posted by: itsthatphraseagain Reblogged From: fullmoonmigraine