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"Fine, gimme the fucking thing," he holds his hand out and sighs dramatically.
Derek grins, all teeth and rips the ticket off with a jerk, placing it in Stiles' hand. His thumb brushes Stiles' wrist and Stiles suppresses a shiver, forcing himself to continue glaring. He watches Derek walk back to the squad car and can see Boyd shaking his head with a smile.
He'd maybe file a complaint if it weren't for the fact that he knows his Dad's password, and can get himself out of most of his tickets. And also because the way Derek fills out that uniform. He'd probably actually pay all the fines just for the pleasure of seeing that everyday, because damn.