Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this work of fiction, and am making no profit, monetary or otherwise, through the writing of this.

A/N: Just a little something that I found hiding in my computer. The exploration of the different meanings of succulent. SpaghettiTacos inspired this, in a way. I am highly suggestible, just the mention of a word, or something, and writing happens (at times).

"Succulent," Stiles reads the word he's just written down aloud. "Succ...u...lent," he draws the word out, enjoying the sound of it. The hard c's and the slippery sounding 's' and the long vowel sound in the middle.

The more he says it, the better it sounds, and then he gets to the point where he's said it too much - is twenty-five times really too much for such a beautiful, sexy sounding word - and it starts to sound like nonsense.

"Succulent?"

Stiles jumps, bangs his knee on the underside of his desk and then hops around on one foot. His heart is beating a thousand miles a second and he turns to scowl at Derek. "Is it just me, or are you honest to god trying to kill me?"

"Uh..."

Stiles takes a deep breath, presses a hand to his chest and counts to ten. "What are you doing here?" he asks when he's certain that he has himself under control.

"What's succulent?" Derek asks, completely evading the question (as usual).

"What kind of answer is that?" Stiles is no stranger to the game of answering a question with a question, and he needs the time to get his still racing heart under control.

Derek shrugs and takes a step forward, closing the gap between them, which isn't all that big because Stiles' room isn't huge.

"Succulent is a word, Derek," Stiles says, and he rubs his scalp which is suddenly feeling a little itchy.

"I know that." Derek actually rolls his eyes and Stiles isn't sure whether he should laugh or be offended. "What are you using the word succulent for?"

Stiles narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. Offended. That's how he feels. "What, I can't use the word succulent? Is there a cap on the use of the word succulent, or, are only certain people allowed to use that word? Have you suddenly joined forces with my English teacher, moonlighting as the word police? I'll have you know that I've got a perfectly good reason for using that word..."

Derek's lips make it impossible for Stiles to continue his rant, particularly as they are pressed against his, muffling the rest of his speech in a fashion which makes him sound a little like a cross between the Muppets', Animal and Bobcat Goldthwait. It isn't a pretty sound, but then again, Stiles isn't really all that concerned about how he sounds right now.

What he's more concerned with is why he's wrapping his hands around Derek's neck and pulling the man backward, toward his bed. His last coherent thought, because kissing Derek really leaves him incapable of thought, is that he's found another, better use for the word succulent than how he's used it in his English term paper. Succulent: 1. Derek's lips, full and decidedly greedy as they take control of his lips; 2. Derek's tongue tasting of hickory smoke and cinnamon; 3. Derek's fingers touching his skin in places where he's never been touched before, and eliciting goose bumps in their wake.

Would anyone like more?