triskeles: (ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜαᴛ's ᴛʜє ʟєαsᴛ ᴏғ αʟʟ ᴍʏ ғєαʀs ❤)
Derek Hale ([personal profile] triskeles) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs 2013-12-15 06:49 am (UTC)

[ Stiles finds himself breathing again, and Derek drowns a little in this. Whatever's happened, it's happened over more than just two days. It's almost overwhelming, but it's not something he can't weather through, letting Stiles hold fast to him and find his bearings again.

And despite the shock of it, he falls into the moment easily, kisses him back with all that he gets. But with the laugh, small as it is, he softens the kiss before he pulls back from it, thumbs sweeping over his cheeks as he holds him still. It's so easy to adjust his hold on him after that, letting him move forward to tuck his face into his neck and sliding his hands along his shoulders. One arm wraps tight around his shoulders, fisting in the surreally familiar leather that mirrors his. The other secures tight around his waist, fingers folding over a bony hip.

He soothes gently, cheek pressed to his dark hair, little murmurs of I'm here, I'm here Stiles and a soft rumble in the pit of his chest, soundless and subconscious. His hand at his shoulders lifts up, curls in the mess of a nest that is his dark hair, and he holds him as tight as he can without breaking him.
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Shhh, it's going to be all right.

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