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Derek and Stiles went to a fairly new local bar that had some billiards, a dartboard and an area with a big screen for those who want to watch a game, the bar also happens to have a decent entry/walkway area for those who want to dance.
They’re on their date night, much needed to unwind after a hard week of work. They stumbled upon this little gem when Jordan recommended the place(having frequented there and received a stamp of approval from Lydia) Derek had been on a call, while on break at the station, with Stiles discussing about a bar to just relax and let loose, where Stiles could enjoy the music and indulge in some darts and a place where Derek can watch a game but have Stiles with him enjoying their time together. They’re all sharing a table, already light and carefree after the couple of drinks they’ve had prior. Derek is nursing a tall glass of Moscow mule while Stiles has managed to fill a drinking bottle with mojito.
Stiles had been swaying gently to the music being played so far, a hand resting lovingly on Derek’s shoulder, as he converses with Lydia, with an occasional rub.
The bar suddenly vibrates to the beat of, vaguely familiar, mildly electronic pop-funk bass pounding from the bar speakers. Derek sees the varying reactions of the people in the bar, and he feels the shift in Stiles’ demeanor. The soft caress on his shoulder turns more possessive and sensual, and he feels Stiles’s body undulating with the beat of the music. Derek turns slightly in order to see Stiles swaying his hips suggestively, his bottle of mojito still in hand as he sips away while swaying, and the clarity hits Derek as the first lyrics are sung.
“All you people look at me like I'm a little girl
Well did you ever think it'd be okay
For me to step into in this world”
Derek smiles at his boyfriend’s happiness, at the shift in his attitude and pure concentration to the music, the pure sex Stiles is embodying as he fully immerses himself to the beat, lyrics and choreography of Britney Spears. Derek reaches out to take the bottle from Stiles so he can dance freely(and to prevent stiles from dropping or spilling his drink) but Stiles moves it out of reach as he whips his head around in time to the music, Stiles then proceeds to take a long drink from the bottle while maintaining heated eye contact, Derek can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips, aroused and endeared by his boyfriends antics. He needn’t worry about Stiles dropping the bottle as he himself places the bottle down by Derek’s drink after he finished before walking to the middle of the floor. Lydia whistles encouragingly at Stiles as she leans against Jordan, her phone out and recording the scene.
Derek takes one more gulp of his cocktail before pulling up his own phone to record the absolute vision that is his boyfriend. And he needs evidence for when Stiles denies dancing to this song in the morning(“No, I didn’t! You can’t hold my ‘Wannabe’ video against me!”). He’ll never get over how attractive and seductive Stiles is, and it’s even more irresistible when Stiles actively tries to be seductive.
“ I know I may come off quiet
May come off shy
But I feel like talking feel like dancing
When I see this guy”
Derek smiles behind his camera, his gaze focused on Stiles as he dances, and the pure truth of the lyrics. How others view Stiles as shy or innocent(remembering the times he would get flustered when trying to flirt or is being flirted with) when in reality Stiles has such an alluring aura that draws you in. Derek meets Stiles’ heated gaze once again at the end of the verse, Stiles sauntering towards him, his hips swaying to the beat, and a hand reaching out until is gently grips Derek’s wrist, lowering the hand that holds the phone gently down until Stiles is right in front of him.
“ What's practical is logical
What the hell who cares
All I know is I'm so happy
When you're dancing there ”
Stiles slowly walks around Derek, the hand that previously held his wrist caresses across Derek’s midsection until it lands on Derek’s shoulder as Stiles slides up flush to Derek’s back, he then slides down Derek while swaying before coming back up to dance by his side. Derek can’t help but rest his hand on Stiles’s hip, wanting to keep Stiles close but not stop his enjoyment. Stiles holds Derek’s hand in place with one of his own keeping Derek’s hand on him as he turns around, making Derek caress him up and down his side until Derek’s hand rests on his butt. Stiles smiles at the entertained bar patrons, throwing a cheeky wink at Jordan and Lydia, while also silently staking claim of Derek.
Derek let’s his hand slide off so Stiles can go back to the middle of the floor to complete the grand finale, Derek rights his phone up, still recording, so he can capture Stiles’ perfect execution.
As Stiles dominates the floor, Derek’s smile threatens to break his face, his heart soars high and aches so beautifully as he imagines the morning after; how Stiles will be embarrassed and proud of his perfect choreography, the besotted smile after Derek kisses him and lets him know how proud and aroused he was because of him, the perfect breakfast Derek will have made them, and the ring Derek will produce as he gets down on one knee.
As the cheering and wolf-whistles erupt all around them, and the joy and confidence exuding out of Stiles, and the sensual caress Stiles slides along Derek’s jawline that ends with a massage to his chin until Stiles cups his face with both hands. Derek puts his phone away so he can rest his own hands on Stiles’ hips, the music slowly fading as Stiles brings their lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.
Yes , Derek thinks, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful man and shower him with love.