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[ Leaning against the doorway. ]

You're not as apoplectic with rage like this.

[He smirks a little]

I get my rage out in other ways.

But you don't complain.

[ Rubbing a hand over his face. ]

Sex therapy. Fuck other me, he sucks.

Like a hoover.

[ He's trying not to imagine that because he's already getting hot under the collar. ]

Dear lord.

[He smirks, and moves forward, and tips Stiles' chin up with his hand and kisses him dirty]

[ He makes a sound, a whimper of noise as his hands flail. It's different than the curse time, it's just heat and want and he feels like his head is going to explode. ]

How does he do anything when you kiss like that?

Sometimes he kicks the whole pack out before I get home so he can jump me at the door.

[ He's pretty flushed. ]

Yeah well, that makes sense.

[He's still in Stiles' space, but he takes a breath. He smells different but it's still Stiles]

It works. For us.

We work.

I can see that.

[ He wonders what it would be like to have that level of safety in his life. ]

I love you.

[He whispers it, carefully.]

Oh.

[ Heart beating too fast. ] Okay.

Breathe.

[ Inhaling for a minute. ]

Okay, sure. I'm just panicking here a little. Like a bite makes such a difference to our lives.

[He puts his hands on Stiles' back, to make sure he's breathing]

Do you want it?

[He won't force it]

It wouldn't change anything. He still wouldn't -. [ Heart pounding. ] I can't.

Breathe.

[ Faint. ] I'm breathing.

You're going to pass out.

[And Derek will catch you.]

Nope, see, breathing.

[ Deep breaths, he's totally got this. ]

[He nods]

Better?

Yeah.

[ They're so close that Stiles can't help but stare at him. ] Better.

[He moves back, giving him space]

[ Shaking himself off. ]

So, sleeping right?