Stiles smiles into his beer and shakes his head. Derek is sat there in the plaid shirt Stiles bought him for his birthday, even though he hates it, and Stiles, well he arrived wearing the leather jacket Derek got him for Christmas, even though it’s like 90 degrees out, and he was sweating like a bitch. It’s discarded over the back of his chair now, but he can still feel heat radiating out from where it rests against his back. Only on their anniversary would either of them attempt to pacify the other, and Stiles laughs slightly.
Derek looks up at him, and seems to know what he’s thinking. The corner of Derek mouth twists up slightly. Stiles has the overwhelming urge to kiss it - just there - so he does.
“I still remember the first time I moved in to kiss you, you looked like a rabbit caught in headlights, it was almost cute,” Stiles grins a shit eating.
“Shut up.” Derek looks down at his beer so Stiles can’t see his smile, but his shoulders are relaxed and his eyes are crinkling slightly at the corners, so Stiles knows he’s smiling anyway, and counts it as a win.
“Of course, you had to argue. You told me it would be ‘a really bad idea’, even though it was obvious you wanted to, if I remember correctly-” Stiles teases.
Derek looks at him, deadpan. “It was a really bad idea, I shouldn’t have let myself be swayed by the lure of that tux; a year on and I’m still stuck with you but I’ve never seen that tux again.” But then he’s laughing at the indignant pout on Stiles’ face, and that laugh kind of takes Stiles’ breath away, even now.
Stiles leans in, placing his hand on Derek’s knee and slowly sliding it upwards. “Real romantic Derek,” he breathes, “that’s what I love about you, the way you sweet talk me.” Stiles isn’t looking at Derek when he speaks, instead he’s watching his thumb trace small circles over the fabric of Derek’s jeans, just over his inner thigh, and then he’s leaning in even closer. “Well, why don’t you take me home, and I’ll try and make it up to you, I might even dig out the tux…”
Judging on the way Derek’s eyelashes flutter and his breath catches slightly in his throat, Stiles is pretty sure he’ll definitely get no arguments from Derek this time.