Woah! [If there was any warmth left in his body, he'd blush, seated directly on Derek's lap. Still, he didn't protest, feeling faint warmth between them.] You might. Might not be able to feel my legs soon. Are you sure you're okay?
[Having Stiles on his lap was strange, but wasn't that big of a deal to Derek. He preferred Stiles not dead or frozen and if keeping him close meant avoiding that, Derek was fine with that.] I'm cold, but I can handle it.
[Stiles tilted his head up to look at Derek which...was really a more intimate position than he thought it'd be, lips so close to the man's jaw. But Stiles ignored that, pulling the meager blanket tighter around the both of them.] ...Alright. Just don't die on me, man.
[A glance over proved that, yes, they were very, very close. But, Derek didn't say anything. They weren't going to get warmer sitting at opposite ends of the couch.] I'll be fine. Tell me if you really lose feeling in your legs.
[Derek dropped one of his hands to Stiles' thigh, rubbing closer to his knee as he glanced over at him.] I'm not that warm. But, I'm pretty sure my temperature is naturally higher than yours.
[Stiles glanced away, able to see just how Derek's jaw moved and his facial expression changed perfectly from that proximity and angle combined.] I've been gathering scientific information about werewolves off of Scott, conducting tests. Nothing serious, might even be useful eventually.
It sounds like you have a lab and you've been strapping him down to a table. [Turning his head brought him almost face to face with Stiles and he blinked, raising his eyebrows.] ... can you feel your leg now?
It'd be easier. [Stiles pointed out, turning his face up towards Derek's to find the man looking down at him, which...yeah they were pretty damn close. He blushed at the almost suggestive way Derek's eyebrows rose with his sentence, and Stiles nodded, looking away again.] Yeah, I'm fine, Derek.
So, you just poke at him? He doesn't take that well, does he? [Derek stared as Stiles' blushed and then he looked away as well, realizing the blush was his fault. He moved his hand back up and hooked it at Stiles' hip instead.] If you're sure.
I'm not that obvious. I can be stealthy. [Stiles felt Derek's hand migrate to his hip and pressing his cheek against Derek's throat, eyelashes brushing the man's jaw as he looked up again.] I'm sure. You?
Stealthy? Really? [Derek resisted the urge to turn his head and look over at Stiles again, feeling the very light brush of his eyelashes and glancing down out of the corner of his eye.] I'm alright. I can still feel everything.
Tis' true. [Stiles snorted softly, shivering a little as a gust of wind blew through a broken window.] Are you sure we're not going to die here? How far back do you think the hunters are?
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[So maybe he'd been running secret werewolf tests on Scott. Guy deserved it, and Stiles was naturally curious.]
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[He lifted his eyebrows at that, wondering just what Stiles meant and inwardly betting it had a lot to do with Scott.]
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