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It’d been months. Months of pining, stress of being discovered, worrying about each other’s health, trying to hide your feelings from each other and the rest of the pack. Not anymore. A pack meeting had been organised following your night shift, and Scott had insisted on full attendance. You’d gotten maybe three hours of sleep, which somehow managed to make you feel worse than before you’d gone to sleep to begin with. You dragged yourself over to the loft, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas because nobody could force you to, and then dropped yourself onto one of the sofas. Derek direly needed new sofas, these were like rocks, and that had hurt your tailbone. Liam silently reached out and took your pain, not looking away from Scott, who was speaking. When the young wolf glanced at you to check you were okay, you smiled and mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ that gained you a nod in return.
Derek was leaning up against the wall, as he usually was, only half listening to Scott. You looked exhausted, and realistically they could’ve had the meeting without you, there was no reason to drag you out here following a long night shift just to listen to Scott talk. He could tell you were barely awake, and almost certainly not listening to what was being said. Peter drifted down the stairs, looking across the room with disdain, then stepped in beside Derek.
“You should send them all away, this is your chance.” He teased, then disappeared into the kitchen to make himself some food, not bothering to pretend to listen. Derek sighed, allowing Scott to at least finish what he was saying.
“Now that you’re done talking at everyone, I think it’s time you all go home.” Derek said simply, and you could’ve kissed him in that moment, praising all that is holy that he had decided to kick everyone out.
“We haven’t talked about what we-”
“Do it at your own house.” Derek dismissed immediately, swatting his hands vaguely to usher everyone out of the loft.
“This could’ve been an email.” Peter muttered as he passed back through the room, going back up to his bedroom, and you couldn’t help the snort that escaped you at the comment, even as several heads turned to you with distaste on their faces. You didn’t care how they felt about Peter or why, that was funny as fuck. You were sure he felt smug about the entire interaction.
Derek continued to shoo everyone, but you just couldn’t find the strength to stand. When you realised Derek had entered your peripheral, the entire loft now quiet, you sighed and attempted to start pushing yourself up to your feet.
“You’re okay there. I can’t let you drive home like this.” You wanted to point out that actually you weren’t okay there because the sofa is made of rock, but you didn’t have the strength to argue.
“Do not make your beau sleep on that awful sofa, Derek!” Peter yelled from wherever he was, and you laughed again, uncaring of what it would do for the man’s ego.
“He’s not wrong, it's not great. Come on.” Derek said, then pulled you up and into his arms. He carried you across the room to his bed where it sat in the corner, cut off from the rest of the space with a curtain that afforded little privacy, but at least granted the illusion of it. When he stepped away, leaving you there, you reached out and grabbed him. He could’ve pulled away with more than ease, but instead he remained there as if turned to stone.
“Stay.” You said softly. He did. He didn’t remove any of his clothes as he usually would, choosing instead to just get into the bed beside you fully clothed, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. The two of you lay there for a moment, doing and saying nothing.
“Derek..” you finally said softly, and he turned to look at you. Whatever you’d been about to follow with was suddenly gone, lost in the tension of the moment. Neither of you moved, hardly even breathing, stuck staring into each other’s eyes. The distance between the two of you slowly closed, but instead of lips meeting, your foreheads did, and both of you pulled away with a soft hiss.
A moment of awkward silence was followed by both of you laughing loudly, unable to stop yourselves.
“Months of whatever we were doing.. For that.” You managed, shaking your head fondly, turning to look at the wolf beside you once more.
“Do you want to.. Try again?” He asked, and you nodded with a smile.
“Yeah. I do.” And this time, when the two of you leaned in close, your lips pressed gently together, both of you fondly smiling.