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Stiles arched his neck and poked at the bite just below his jaw. It was a vivid red, and it would probably be blue and purple by this time tomorrow. “I really think this is overkill.”
Derek stretched out over the bed, looking very satisfied with himself. “I don’t.”
“Not that I mind hickeys, big guy, but we’re just going out to a club.” Stiles pulled his shirt on. “It’s not like you need to stake your claim.”
“We’re going to a club with another pack,” Derek pointed out. “I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
Stiles rolled his eyes. “Given how much we smell like each other, I don’t think there will be.”
Derek’s eyes flickered blue. “They have human members. Humans won’t smell us.”
“Uh-huh.” Stiles walked back over to the bed and carded his hand through Derek’s dark hair. “And just what are you going to do if anyone does misunderstand?”
Derek grabbed his hand and kissed it. “Smile and let you handle it.”
Stiles grinned and yanked Derek over for a real kiss. “Damn right.”