"Well, all mental breakdowns aside, Uh, let's fix your' shifting problem," Stiles stood up and walked behind the couch to a large bookshelf that harbored lazily stacked books. Seriously, it's like a two year old was in charge of stacking, books were sideways, leaning against each other, over and on top of each other. "You have got to figure out a way to fix all this," Stiles motioned his hands and flailed his arms around the bookshelf.

Derek shook his head; heading over to Stiles, he paused and took a whiff of the air. A sweet raspberry with natural honey intruded his nose. He pulled the back of his hand to his nose and knitted his eyebrows tightly together. "What the hell?" Derek mumbled. Stiles glanced over his shoulder "What?"

"There's this smell – I think its-" Derek moves his hand slightly taking a sniff then covering his nose.

"Do I offend, because if I do, dude, that's really rude," Stiles turned to face him.

"Rude of who? You or me?" Derek scowled with a muffled growl. Stiles shook his head, he threw his hands in the air and walked towards the front door. "Where are you going?" Derek asked, following him with his stare.

"Home, " Stiles said defeated, "We'll figure this out tomorrow," He waved a hand at Derek then left. Derek stood there for a moment letting his hand fall to his side. The smell wasn't as strong, but Derek found himself wanting to fell it again. Even if the sweetness of it was painful; there was something horrible delicious about it.

Stiles made it back before his father; which was great, saves him the long explanation . Stiles made it into his house and up to his bedroom only to just plop down beside his bed. He didn't even make it to the bed; just landed next to it. He grunted into the rough carpet of his bedroom, what was his life? Stiles laid there for a good forty-five minutes before he fumbled to his feet and headed to the shower.

The water was warm compared to the winter the doom Beacon Hills. Stiles let the water wash over him like rain, he would've sat in the shower if he could, but he figured that lead to really bad headaches.

He refused to think about Derek. The one time in his life when he wanted something to be true, and it just happens to be; maybe Derek was messing with him. He can smell certain feelings or even the reaction a body has to certain things. Surely he's realized by know what Stiles felt towards him.

Unless he was dumb enough to believe that Stiles was just really scared but—turned on?

Yeah, no. Stiles was going to save himself a sleepless night. He walked out of the shower in his plaid PJ pants and red hoddie. (It was comfortable to sleep in, shut up) he didn't want to wallow, but that's exactly what he made himself look like, by just staring down at his feet as he shuffled his way to his bed.

"Oh my god!" Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin, "What the hell dude," Stiles put a hand at his hip and another over his heart. Derek stood by his window, looking as Derek does, menacing.

"How the hell—?"

"The window,"

"Dude, I have neighbors, there is a thing now-a-days, it's called a door," Stiles got his breathing under control and let his hands fall into his hoodie pockets. Derek gave him a glare, but when doesn't Derek Hale glare, specifically when doesn't Derek hale not glare at Stiles. They stood in silence as Derek seemed to look Stiles over as if he were wounded.

Derek moved closer to Stiles, who in defense, took steps back. Earning him a low growl; Stiles wasn't sure, but he ended up against his bedroom wall with Derek holding a fist full of his hoodie. Stiles winced his face away, not the smartest idea, considering that Derek was a werewolf and in alpha at that. Exposing his neck wasn't the best idea.

Stiles body jumped with he could feel Derek's nose and lips ghosting the junction of his neck and shoulder. He could feel Derek's breath, heated and almost in a rhythm-tic manner. Like he was sniffing Stiles, yeah this wasn't weird with a capital "W"

But Stiles couldn't deny the unexpected jump in his heart beat; he couldn't deny the melt of his entire being as he could feel Derek invade his personal space.

Let's face it, Derek was invading Stilinski space since the first day he snuck in from his window.