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Derek crosses his arms and leans against the wall. He keeps his eyes on Laura as she works the room. If it so happens that Scott is working with Laura on this job- well- it’s not Derek’s fault that his dazzling smile lights up the room.
Or that his ass looks so good in those black slacks. Or that he can see the way the muscles of his back ripple through his white button-down.
“You’re staring again,” Stiles mutters from his station carrying a plate of hors-d'oeuvres around the ballroom.
“I’m supposed to be watching them,” Derek points out mildly.
“Yeah, okay, Intense McStalkerwolf,” Stiles murmurs before offering his tray to a well-dressed couple.
Scott shrugs his black jacket over his white button-up top.
Derek stands a little taller as Stiles trips over the chair closest to him. The tray crashes onto the floor spilling pastries and meat pies onto the floor.
Laura, Scott, and their target turn toward the commotion. Laura rushes to help while Scott swipes the key card they need from their mark’s jacket.
Quicker than any human eye could follow, he trades it for the fake Lydia and Mason had created. He flashes Derek that blinding smile as he finishes and joins the fray helping to clean up Stiles’s mess.
Derek keeps his eyes trained on his team, which absolutely includes Scott’s pristine ass, in case anything untoward happens.
“Oh my god.” Malia glances at him from her vantage point on the other side of the ballroom. “You are so far gone.”
Derek shrugs but doesn’t breathe until Scott and Laura have pulled away to begin phase two.
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He’s startled when Scott approaches him after passing off the card to Kira.
“It’s important,” Scott says, voice soft, “that I continue to be seen. And what better way to do that than to ask the handsome man in the corner to dance?”
“I don’t see any handsome men around,” Derek deadpans, just to see Scott smile and maybe hear him laugh.
“Perhaps a handsome wolf, then?”
Derek take Scott’s outstretched hand and follows him to the dance floor.
Scott’s fingers are strong as they wrap around his waist, and they start to move to the music. Derek easily follows the simple waltz steps despite the proximity of Scott’s right hand to his ass.
Or Scott’s left hand in his. Or the way he looks away when Derek tries to meet his eyes.
“That was nice,” Scott says as the dance finishes. “Thanks.”
“Nice?”
Scott has the grace to look flustered. “Why are you like this?”
“You like it.”
Scott shakes his head. His phone vibrates, and he checks it, frowning.
“Looks like Kira may need some backup. You in?”
Derek nods once and follows Scott into the hallway.
He doesn’t expect Scott to slam him against the wall. Or brush his lips across Derek’s with a hesitation that doesn’t match the heat in his eyes.
Derek cups Scott’s cheek and pulls him closer. This time Scott’s kiss is demanding, insistent. Derek parts his lips and kisses back.
“God, it’s about time.”
Derek looks up as Stiles flies into the hallway, without his tray.
“Uhm,” Scott answers eloquently.
“Dude, I am happy for you both, I am. But right now, we gotta go. Shit’s about to hit the fan. Kira’s been made.”
“Malia should have the car by now,” Laura says. She punches Derek in the shoulder. “Glad you finally got your man.”
A car pulls up at that moment.
Derek looks at Scott and reaches for his hand.
Scott’s smile is blinding. “You did want me?”
Derek blinks. “I thought it was obvious.”