“Hi, there, Sheriff Hale,” Stiles says, smirking at Derek and walking closer, and it takes Derek every bit of control he has to not step back.This was not what he expected to find when he got called in at two a.m. for a double murder.
“What are you doing at my crime scene,” Derek says, sending up a silent thanks up to whichever deity made his words come out flatly, in control. He hasn’t seen Stiles in years, since John retired and Derek got elected as his successor. Since the night Derek, high on the town choosing him, thought that now Stiles might—
“Don’t tell me this doesn’t remind you of old times,” Stiles says, taking measured steps closer still, and Derek can feel his skin prickle under Stiles’ steady gaze. He’d feel less naked if Stiles gave him a blatant once over.
“I’m not your dad,” Derek says, ignoring the fact that his deputies and the ME have all stopped working to watch them. “I won’t tolerate you snooping around.”
“Yeah, well, I guess you’ll have to,” Stiles says, taking a final step that brings him into kissing distance. Derek feels the old want unfurl in his stomach, spread through his veins, and he holds his breath as Stiles’ eyes dart down to his mouth and back to his eyes. “Since I’m the new assistant DA.”
Derek swallows hard.
GIVE ME MOAR. I MUST HAVE MOAR.
MOAR!