Kiss Me
“Kiss me.”
“What?” Derek pauses in his panicking to give Stiles a wide eyed stare, and sure, it’s probably a long shot, but Derek’s only idea is to find a different escape route and they both know that the only way out is the door.
“Look man, we don’t have time for this. Do you trust me?” Derek doesn’t have time to respond before Stiles is pulling him in by the collar, hands diving into his hair and messing it up. Derek can only be frozen for a second, because frankly there isn’t time for it to be any longer, but it feels like aeons to Stiles, who is suddenly realising exactly what it is he’s doing. He’s about to pull away because it’s a dumb idea anyway, what is he doing, why the hell did he think this would even work? Except Derek’s hands have gone to Stiles’ hips and- oh. He’s kissing Derek. Okay then.
The door opens.
Try and Succeed