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“This isn’t how I thought this night would go,” Stiles complains as he scrubs his hands clean of blood and other things he’d rather not think about.
“Oh yeah?” Peter asks from the doorway, already clean and dressed down from the button-up and sinfully tight jeans he wore to their date. He doesn’t look any less gorgeous in sweats and a plain tee though, not to Stiles, and by the way the bastard is smirking he seems well aware of that, “Had any special plans?”
Stiles laughs, part leftover adrenalin and part nervousness. A lot could have gone wrong tonight when they were ambushed by a harpy just outside of the restaurant. And a lot could go wrong now because finally, Peter knows what Stiles really is.
But they’re at Peter’s now and Peter hasn’t pulled a gun or anything at him yet, so he hopes he still has a chance.
He dries his hands and turns to face Peter.
“Well, for starters, I imagined it would be you tearing my shirt off of me, though in a much neater and less damaging fashion.” he says indicating what’s left of his own button up and is pleased to see that Peter is amused, even if he rolls his eyes at Stiles, “It also involved a lot less blood, even if I’m actually partial to some biting and scratching.”
“Duly noted.”
“You’re taking this a lot better than I imagined,” Stiles observes.
He’s still a bit surprised when Peter just shrugs and steps closer to Stiles.
“I think we can agree that your judgment is way off tonight,” Peter muses, “Plus, it’s never wise to panic when there’s harpies descending upon you and your date.”
Stiles laughs, he can’t help it, he likes Peter’s pragmatic approach a lot. He doubts many would think that way when thrust so suddenly into the supernatural world. Stiles would be worried, but he could smell the fear when the harpy attacked them and Stiles shifted to protect them both.
“That approach to life is why I like you so much,” he confesses.
Peter hums closing the distance between them.
“Is that the only reason?”
“I admit that I enjoy your butt just as much.”
“Spent a lot of time thinking about it?” Peter asks, amused.
“So much time,” he replies with feeling. He can’t help it, it’s a really attractive, bubbly butt.
Peter chuckles and catches both of Stiles’ hands, pulls at him until they’re pressed closely together, and then places both of Stiles’ hands on his own ass.
His eyes are dark, the scent of arousal heavy in the air.
“How does the real thing feel?”
“Just as I imagined,” Stiles replies, can’t help but give Peter’s ass a bit of a squeeze.
Peter laughs into the kiss.