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"Do you not get it, Scott? They’re all virgins!” Stiles tosses his hands up in exasperation. He stands up and starts pacing, “Virgin sacrifices! Do you know how many bad things can happen when stuff like that goes down?”
Scott shrugs up at him and mutters, “What? It’s not like we’re gonna let anything happen to you, Stiles. We’ll protect you.”
Stiles stops pacing and turns to look at his friend, “What?”
"Well," Scott clears his throat, "honestly? You’re the only one in danger right now. At least in this room, anyway."
Stiles opens his mouth and is about to retort, but Derek speaks without looking up from the papers he’s sifting through, “No, he’s not.”
Stiles gapes and blushes. It takes Derek a second to realize what he just said and the instant he does, his whole body tenses and his eyes flick up to meet Stiles’.
From the other room, Peter crows happily, “FUCKING FINALLY!!! Took you two long enough!”
Stiles blushes brighter and flees into the kitchen, Scott’s laughter following behind him as he rushes away.