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Derek extends his hand towards Stiles silently asking for another marshmallow. Stiles obliges, even though he feels drunk on the sugar already.
“Slow down a bit, Sourwolf, will ya?” Derek starts to apologize, but Stiles waves him off. “’M just getting a bit full.”
Stiles smiles broadly. Both their eyes wander down to— Jesus, the actual belly pressing up against his shirt.
“I should really be slowing down, huh?” Stiles leans back and puts his hand on his stuffed belly. Before he even says anything, a blush settles high on Derek’s cheeks.
“No, I mean, it- uh, you look good.”