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"It was a dark and stormy—"
"Shut up, Stiles."
"I'm just saying, Derek, it's dark and it's stormy and it's night."
"This is not some sort of horror story."
Stiles opens his mouth, then closes it when lightning flashes and he sees Derek flinch.
"Oh my god," he says under his breath.
"Stiles…" Derek starts, but flinches again when the thunder rolls.
Stiles stands up and crosses the room, plopping down on Derek's lap.
"What?" Derek asks, but he wraps his hands around Stiles' waist.
"I bet I can distract you better than a thundershirt," Stiles says, then kisses him.