First his mouth though. The bath was nearly filled enough for two people to sink into without pouring water everywhere so he took the time to quickly brush his teeth so he could kiss Stiles on the lips.

"Your eyes are still glowing." They might have to buy him some sunglasses to have if that happened because the ember shine to them made them very unnatural. A hunter seeing that would assume the worst and kill Stiles without questions asked.

Stiles smiled under his nose from that kiss on the back of his neck and let out a happy little sigh as he stepped to the side to give more room for Derek at the sink. His hand retreated from the bruises and he leaned a bit closer to the mirror to check his eyes once more then he scrubbed his cheek, feeling the starting stubble.

"I've noticed. I guess it lingers for a while after we do a magic transfer. Or when I get aroused and angry it comes out. Just like with you," he mused. Otherwise he looked... radiant for the lack of a better word. His skin looked healthy and youthful and if he concentrated a bit, he could see a faint glow too. "I'll have to concentrate more in public. I think I saw some passages in the new books how to control and hide magic and its signs of it better. I might have to dive into that soon.”

Turning the water off, Derek was the first to get into the tub, spreading his legs to make room for Stiles to settle in.

“Did you know that emissaries have anchors too? It helps them focus their magic and keep in control," he hummed, watching Derek finish washing his teeth then getting into the tub. And it was a sight to behold.

Everything about this man was a sight to behold for him, frankly. And okay, the pull of the bonds was stronger now too so he would have to work on his control regarding this too. After all, jumping Derek's bones whenever the lust hit would be counterproductive in many situations. And places. He could see the sheriff's pained face in case they were brought in to the station for public indecency...

That thought made him snort to himself, the smirk staying on his face as he moved to climb into the bath too. He loved Derek a little bit more for getting into the position Stiles had in mind for them. The water was nearly too hot for his skin, making him hold his breath for a moment, but he quickly got used to it and then let the relaxing warmth and scent seep into him with a satisfied groan.

Stiles slid back between Derek's open legs and wiggled until he found the perfect position with his back against the broad chest, head resting on a shoulder. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his whole body relaxing against the alpha on the exhale. "This is so nice... I love it more than I can tell," he confessed, feeling the tension starting to bleed out of his muscles as he stroked Derek's strong thighs under the water.

Having Stiles lean against him in the warm water was exactly what he liked about having a bath because he was more of a showers kind of guy, quick, in and out within five minutes. But with a bath, it would take a whole lot longer and just didn't grab his interest, unless he was sharing it. He nuzzled against the long pale neck, fingers raking through the brown unruly hair and he snorted.

"We need to wash our hair, we have natural gel in it." Their love making clearly had been a messy affair. The wolf had already spotted his own messy and crusty hair. It made for a messy kind of bed head. Especially in Stiles case with his longer hair which usually required a jar of hair product to get it spiky to begin with.

The hot water with the oil should get rid of any lingering aches in the muscles though he had noticed the fluent way the human had sat down in the water without even a twinge of pain. Fingers caressed along the nape of the pale neck to test the pain levels for himself, not wanting the younger man to hide anything since it was his fault there were aches to begin with. But it wasn't a lie, there was barely any pain to siphon away, especially now in the bath.

Derek's hangover had fully disappeared as well, thanks to the ritual and the coffee, probably because of the insistence of food as well. Cupping a hand of water, he gently started on wetting the thick hair, careful to drip it backwards so the oil wouldn't leak into sensitive eyes. "I could get used to this." No lie, to just share a moment like this was even better than he had imagined. Then again, he never had imagined moments like these, they were too intimate and unlike anything he thought he would have, deserved even. But here they were, lounging in a bathroom in their soon to be family loft and he should be freaking out right about now. Instead he sat back and calmly took in the moment.

"Well... I did come all over your face, some ended up in your hair too..." Stiles snorted while enjoying the gentle appreciating touches.

Yeah, Derek could smell that he had been covered in cum but he didn't remember much of the feeling, which was a shame. Stiles was going to have to do it again in the near future so he could get the full experience of having his partner paint his face. With how pleased the other felt, Derek figured he wouldn't mind it all that much to do it again.

Stiles could feel clearly that Derek loved this quite a lot too. He didn't even comment on taking the lingering pain away, because it added to Stiles' comfortable relaxed feeling. It was so different from how his life has been in San Francisco. Constant tension, sleepless nights, getting lost in his work to battle the deep loneliness he's always felt. Except when he was around Derek. Yes, even back then something had sparked between them. He couldn't – didn't dare to – label it as he was too preoccupied with the back and forth arguing and driving each other up the walls while also saving each other countless times. Now... now Stiles could lower his guards and let himself bask in the caring attention of the man he was bonded with for life. Such a huge – but by now a very welcomed – change.

"Me too. Maybe we can get used to it... I mean... don't we deserve some peace of mind and moments like these? We've did enough. Lived through enough to be able to enjoy small things like a bath with your mate, don't you think?" he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips, eyes still closed, as he felt Derek finally start relaxing behind him too. "You're my mate. I want to share moments like these with you, no matter how sappy they might sound. It clearly grounds us both," Stiles explained.

The words were sobering because even though Derek hadn't forgotten it all, it was sometimes easier to focus on the latest trauma instead of all the rest. In the years they had gotten to know one another, the years Stiles had been in high school, they had experienced more horror than they should have. But that was Derek's life, it was part of being werewolf and it hadn't stopped after he had left Beacon Hills.

"We need moments like these to get through the bad ones. I've tried sulking in a corner of run-down buildings while wallowing in my anger and man-pain. It didn't work out so well." At the time, living in the burned out husk of the house had felt like something he had deserved, like something he had to do. Spending his days sorting through the rubble to find memories he could keep maybe but there hadn't been much to salvage. He hadn't been ready to settle into something more permanent, something resembling a house so the train station had been second best. He still had a tendency to soak in his feelings but at least his surroundings were being upgraded.

The human turned enough to be able to look up at Derek, one hand grabbing Derek's bigger one to lead it on his body for some lazy discovering (if the alpha was up to it) or just to hold him. "It feels a little bit surreal, but it's ours and no one can take away peaceful moments like these..." Stiles murmured, kissing into Derek's stubbly neck. "I hope your schedule isn't too crowded for today, because I might move in with you here. In the bathtub naked and relaxed," he confessed.

As Stiles mentioned staying in the tub, Derek huffed in laughter because he knew better. "You'd get very cold and our skin will get wrinkled like a dried prune." His hand traced along the pale chest where it had been placed. "And you'd turn blue with chattering teeth. As much as you claimed to be the abominable snowman, it's not a good look for you."

"I know, amber is my color plus you totally love the golden halo of innocence and beauty surrounding me when my magic is lose..." Stiles giggled very smug and satisfied picturing some of the looks he's been getting from Derek – last night too. "I love the way you look at me, you know. Like I'm something worth to keep alive and kicking..." he half-joked. It might have come off as a joke, but there was a time when Stiles wasn't sure he was worth the saving.

It took him years to get over most of the things he had done to others when he wasn't himself and the Nogitsune was using his body like a puppet on strings. There were things deep inside that he was still working on. Will probably for the rest of his life. Not just because of the trauma, but because of the darkness that was always going to be a part of him thanks to his link to the tainted Nemeton. He wondered if it was going to manifest in some way within his magic or not. It was certainly something he should ask Deaton about... Especially since through Derek his bond to that damned tree became stronger too. He could sometimes feel it in the back of his mind. Like a half-forgotten thought or static. A constant presence which he could close out most of the days, but not fully.

But now... Now he didn't want to think about such dark things. He was a master of procrastination when it suited him. Plus he knew that facing himself to work through issues was never an easy task. Now he just wanted to enjoy his alone time with Derek because a) he has a toddler who can get loud enough to shatter windows and b) once they start building their pack, it was going to get crowded and noisy too. So Stiles knew that they had to fully enjoy and appreciate such quiet and peaceful moments which are going to become amazing memories too.

"Obviously it didn't work for neither of us. Running away from my hometown and friends to learn then live in a foreign city didn't help in my case either. This is my hometown. Here's my childhood home and my new home too..." he said quietly while his wet hand caressed Derek's forearm. But of course he had to crack a joke in such an intimate moment too. After all, he was still Stiles Stilinski... "And hey, I would be at least a sexy dried prune! But fine... fine, we can move in into the bed then. That's where most of the magic happens anyway..."

"Golden halo of innocence," Derek repeated with a dry tone to it because there was nothing innocent about Stiles, not even when he was sleeping. Stiles was the least innocent person Derek knew because the human was highly intelligent, deviously so, and knew just how to get a situation to work for him. That combined with his teasing sense of humor and sarcasm, it was a deathly mix. One of the many things which had attracted him to the other. He also had the habit of joking about things not needing to be joked about, like he did right now. It wasn't going to deter the Hale as his look softened. "You are worth everything to keep alive and kicking."

It would have been easy to joke back, say that he was worth to keep alive because he'd be a menace to deal with as a ghost, since clearly he'd be too stubborn to move on. But this topic seemed to be sensitive still, probably for both of them. Too much had happened to have enough confidence to keep holding the head high and think death wasn't deserved. They both had killed, they both had done things they weren't proud of. But here they were, still trying to live life, protecting others, surviving.

Stiles didn't have to look to know that Derek's whole being softened towards him as he uttered that one sentence which meant so much to him. He could feel and hear that the wolf meant it. Good thing his eyes were already closed, because it was easier to fight off the slight burning in them. He didn't like to really talk about such deep things, but Derek was probably the only person in front of whom Stiles dared to show himself vulnerable. Not even Noah could qualify for this position. Mostly because Stiles didn't want to make his father worry. He had his fair share of worrying during his years and he was the only close relative he still had, so Stiles tried to spare him too much trouble because he loved him too much.

Derek was already different. For one, he's been someone for years before this to whom he could go with his questions and worries. Neither of them was good at expressing real emotions, but sometimes Derek's silent attention while listening to him was enough for Stiles to figure things out or work through them. At first it was a strange transition from not really liking each other then saving each other’s' asses over and over to something like a... friend and "confidant" at times. But Stiles thought it was because both of them went through enough shit to understand each other. There were many things not even Scott knew about Stiles but Derek did. And of course there was the fact that now they were together as mates.

The young emissary was planning on staying as open and honest to his pair as possible. He'd always heard from his dad that honesty and compromise were the two most important building bricks of a successful relationship. There was no problem with the honesty part so far (especially since Stiles had the talent to twist words in a way that he could get away with many things) and Derek would be able to sniff out a lie anyway. As far as compromises went... well, they were both stubborn so that would need some more working on. Until then the bickering was going to stay – not that either of them didn't secretly like that part of their relationship...

So now Stiles allowed himself (and for Derek to see) a few moments of just lying there open and vulnerable in the arms of his mate, the understanding he could feel warming the younger man's heart as he thanked him in his head, unable to utter the words themselves.

"Running away never works,” Derek circled back. “I ran all the way to South-America and first Gerard Argent tracked me down to hunt me even there, then Chris Argent, and then you came to save me from getting killed in a massive manhunt. Might as well stay right here." Sometimes trips to his vault still there in South America, he had thought about getting one closer but with all the secrecy to get one and have it remain unknown and hidden, he had kept it and used the one on the school grounds as well.

At the mention of moving back to bed, Derek laughed softly because Stiles was worse than him. "We'll go back to bed after I've shown you the building. And we're going to order in some food too because we'll need more than power bars to be ready for tonight." After washing their hair. His fingers brushed across a nipple, pinching the nub teasingly.

"It's a very good thing that I could help in saving you so we could end up here," Stiles murmured, enjoying the hair washing. "Tour and ordering in sounds great. But not as great as getting back in bed... soon, you sneaky big teaser... I can see right through you, but don't stop..." Stiles purred, a jolt of pleasure shooting down into his groin as his nipple hardened from the pinch.

"Hmmm," Derek hummed lightly, as if he didn't realize that he was teasing. Instead his fingers moved to rub the shampoo in the greasy locks, using the leftover suds for his own hair because he had short enough hair for it. It was of course tempting to just dry off soon and saunter back to bed naked, because they had the place to themselves and with his young kid, that wasn't going to happen often. She was already zoned in on running to their bedroom the moment she awoke in the morning, which was very early. Or Derek would wake up when Noah returned from a night shift. As Sheriff the man had the strangest hours and it was often unpredictable when he'd be back. Privacy was non-existent at the Stilinski house.

Yeah, maybe the tour could wait, this was rare and they should make full use of it. "Maybe I can be persuaded." Big fat lie, Derek had already made up his mind that bed after bath was a perfectly good way to spend their time together. Which was all the human's fault really for getting Derek so interested in sex because now it felt like he couldn't get enough of it. It was clear Stiles was experienced and was into a whole lot, willing to let the older man explore with him and give him the time to figure out what he liked and what he didn't like. What he did know was that he loved being inside of his mate as much as the other way around. What he loved even more was the fact that Stiles wasn't expecting him to be the top, there was no pressure just complete freedom.

Taking the shower head, he rinsed their hair and shut it off again. "I mean, our bodies are all oiled up now so it would be a waste not to use it." There was an innocent tone to his voice but like the human, he wasn't innocent at all. He could be in some things sure, but not right now. His voice was a purr against the pale skin, wrapping his arms around the other man's waist to pull him even closer. "Maybe spending our day in bed to experiment some more would be exactly what we need."

Goddammit this man was going to be the death of him, Stiles was sure about that. Because all that fake innocence and sneaky suggestions – not to mention the touches – were doing things to Stiles and his body. The first visible sign of that (aside from the hard nipples) was his pale skin breaking out in goose bumps all over. He bit down on his bottom lip to hold a few soft curses back, eyes still closed as Derek's hot breath ghosted over his flesh. He could literally feel that purr resonating in the chest against which he was plastered now even more. The right now not visible sign was his cock stirring awake under the oily water.

His own hands found Derek's thighs on either side of him, gripping them lightly. "Hell yes it would be a waste... We shouldn't waste things, right?" Stiles murmured, wriggling his ass a tiny bit closer still. Two can play this game, right? With that thought in mind, he turned his face towards Derek's neck to lick then kiss into it, deeply inhaling the wolf. He loved this previously not really seen playful side of Derek. Loved it even more that the man was letting himself explore new things with him. Letting him grow (pun intended). That's why Stiles willingly let him, only adding a few clever remarks and quirks here and there. He wanted to see where Derek was going to take this. Not touring the building, that was sure for now…

"I'm so okay with that plan. And the experimenting part. I love that bed," he huffed on a half-laugh, slightly wiggling his small ass against Derek's groin so very shamelessly as he pretended that he was just trying to get more comfortable. But that didn't fool either of them. "That bed has been missing us ever since we left it alone. So cold and lonely and messed up. I can practically hear it crying..."

The bodily reactions weren't the only little signs of Stiles that clued Derek in on how much he enjoyed it. He smelled of the beginning of arousal and there was that telltale husk in his voice as it broke from excitement. Derek knew him too well not to catch all that, same with that perky ass pushing against him, it meant there was an erection happening. Yes, he could read his human like a book but that was making it all the more fun for him to tease him. Without a word, he reached for the handle to open up the plug of the bath so the water could run down the drain.

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