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talpy ([personal profile] talpy) wrote2018-01-25 09:19 pm

[Teen Wolf] Sheep in the night

 

Titolo: Sheep in the night

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: SAFE

Parole: 289

Iniziative: Maritombola 8 with prompt 64 (Sheep) and Cowt-8 Week 2 promt “Voice”.

Note: So silly and fluff I can’t even xD English is not my first language, thanks to BlaCkreed4 for beting <3

 

"One sheep... Two sheep... Three sheep... Four sheep..."

In the dark of the night, Derek could only hear Stiles' voice, coming from beside him in their bed; groaning half-asleep he moved around, searching for a more comfortable position to sleep in. 

Stiles sighed, continuing to keep count: his insomnia still acted up sometimes and counting was still a very useful way for him to feel more relaxed and to have some peace of mind, but his fingers remained only ten, while imaginary sheep? They could go on forever.

"Stiles, stop."

...or at least until some Sourwolf made him stop.

 

"What's up big guy?"

"Stop counting sheep."

"Why? C'mon, you know it's good for getting me to sleep quickly."

Derek remained silent, still facing the other side, moving a little.

"Derek, tell me, c'mon, tell me, tell me, c'mon, tell..."

Stiles was interrupted again, this time from a grumble.

"...did your stomach just growl?"

Derek stilled, like he was caught in the act.

 

"Deeeeeereeeeeek?" Stiles asked with a sing-song voice.

The werewolf huffed, finally turning toward the other, his cheeks a little red.

"It was your voice's fault, ok? I was trying to sleep but listening to you I could only see sheep."

"...very tasty-looking sheep?"

Derek groaned, trying to hide his embarrassment in the pillow while Stiles laughed softly.

 

"C'mon, I'm going to fix a midnight snack for us, maybe that will do the trick. If not..." he started to nudge his eyebrows "...we can try the other kind of midnight snack."

While Stiles hopped down from the bed Derek snorted, a little amused, asking himself when he got saddled with this ridiculous man.

 

Or, he admitted to himself turning to face the door, when he got so lucky.