like 99% of fic is the many ways that the things stiles and derek say or don’t say manage to keep them apart even when they want to be together more than anything, and i want to see what happens when they give in to the impulses, when they don’t stop to talk it out and analyze it to death. just once, i want to see what happens when they just do it and let the words—inevitably—come later.
like, they’re snarking back and forth and then suddenly it’s just like—oh, because they’re standing close and breathing heavily and stiles’ gaze is drifting just a little too low for eye contact and derek’s hand isn’t so much gripping stiles’ arm as it is cradling his elbow and that’s it. it’s done it’s over and they’re going for it.
stiles gets his hands on the sides of derek’s neck and derek gets his arms around stiles like he’s never going to let go and they kiss like they think they’ve been meaning to for a while now, and there’s this moment of oh all over again
because it’s not just fireworks or bells and whistles or sweaty palms and minty breath that make it perfect, and they’ve been looking for all the wrong things. it’s that swooping in their stomachs and the way their hearts feel like they’re about to burst right out of their rib cages and the painful click of teeth that sometimes happens and that bizarre feeling of knowing that someone else wants to put their tongue in your mouth and the absolute horror of trying to figure out how to make someone else’s nose fit next to yours, and, god, they’re gonna stand there and figure it all out if it takes all night and every drop of energy they’ve got.